Zhang Qianhe actually felt that it was not enough.
He wanted to hear the exact promise from Chen Jianghe, but Zhang Qianhe also knew that there would be no results if he continued like this. After all, Chen Jianghe was the youngest general in China.
There is no need to push too hard as it may cause resentment.
Zhang Qianhe sighed inwardly, and then said: "This is naturally excellent, so I'll trouble you."
Chen Jianghe's tense nerves finally relaxed. What he feared most was that Zhang Qianhe wouldn't let go, but now he couldn't even make a promise to Wang Jingshan, let alone Zhang Xiaolou.
This kind of thing cannot be forced.
Afterwards, both parties avoided talking about the matter in a tacit understanding.
There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. Soon it was time to break up. Zhang Qianhe said, "Jiang He, why don't I have someone take you back? You see you drank a lot."
"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders." Chen Jianghe nodded.
The Zhang family father and daughter watched Chen Jianghe get into the car, and then asked another driver to take them back to their residence in Linzhou. As a business giant in the East China Sea, Zhang Qianhe has real estate in various places.
Return to your residence.
Zhang Qianhe sat on the sofa without saying a word, as if thinking about something.
Zhang Xiaolou ran to make a pot of tea, then brought it to Zhang Qianhe, "Dad, have a drink of tea to wake up? What are you thinking about? Why do you always look absent-minded?"
"Our little building has grown up." Zhang Qianhe happily took the tea cup.
After taking a sip, he put the tea cup on the coffee table and motioned for his daughter to sit next to him.
Zhang Xiaolou did as he was told.
"Dad, why did you say those words to Brother Chen at the dinner table? It's so embarrassing!" Zhang Xiaolou sounded slightly dissatisfied.
Zhang Qianhe chuckled and said, "I can see that you have those thoughts about Brother Chen."
After being exposed by his father, Zhang Xiaolou's face turned red instantly and hesitantly said: "Dad, how can I... Please don't talk nonsense, especially in front of Brother Chen."
Zhang Qianhe's smile became even brighter.
After laughing, he said earnestly: "Xiaolou, my father has never discussed this matter with you before, but now it seems that there is nothing that cannot be said. Since you like Chen Jianghe, then be brave and pursue it."
Zhang Xiaolou pursed his lips, not knowing how to respond.
"Xiaolou, what do you think?" Zhang Qianhe asked again.
"I have no idea……"
Zhang Xiaolou shook her head. She did have a slight affection for Chen Jianghe, but she didn't know whether it was because of her liking or some other emotion.
"and--"
"Didn't you see that Officer Wang today? She seems to have a very close relationship with Brother Chen, and you can't hide this from me."
Zhang Qianhe narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "If you really like Chen Jianghe, then I think you must understand one thing. There is absolutely no shortage of women for such an outstanding man like him."
Zhang Xiaolou was startled and seemed to have a clear understanding.
The father and daughter were silent for a moment, and then Zhang Xiaolou said: "Dad, what on earth are you talking about? I'm not the kind of girl who takes things casually. Let's talk about the future matters later."
After saying these words, Zhang Xiaolou stood up and ran back to the room.
Seeing this, Zhang Qianhe couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his face. He looked out the window into the deep night and murmured: "Even if you can afford to wait, dad can't afford to wait. There isn't much time left for me."
He came to the balcony and lit himself a cigarette.
While he was lighting up an unknown number of cigarettes, Du Juan suddenly called. Zhang Qianhe looked at the time——
Half past two in the morning.
It’s already this time, why hasn’t Dujuan fallen asleep yet?
"What's wrong?" Zhang Qianhe put out the cigarette butt.
Du Juan said in a hurried tone: "Mr. Zhang, I got news about 'Kuafu'!"
"What?!"
Zhang Qianhe's sleepiness disappeared instantly and he said in a deep voice: "You can't talk about these things on the phone. Wherever you are, I will go find you right now."
Du Juan reported an address. This was the apartment she bought in Linzhou City.
Zhang Qianhe hung up the phone without saying anything, then went downstairs and drove to Du Juan's residence. When he saw Du Juan, she was only wearing a suspender belt, which made Zhang Qianhe, who had not touched meat for a long time, feel hot.
But now he forced down the blazing flames and asked directly: "Dujuan, what exactly is the 'Kuafu' you are talking about?"
"Mr. Zhang, sit down first and then talk." Du Juan said.
Zhang Qianhe sat on the sofa and said: "There is no one else here, just call me by my name."
"Chizuru, it's like this..."
"According to the information I received, there was an underground auction recently on Bauhinia Island in the south. An ancient painting was revealed at the auction. After testing, the painting has an extremely long history. The age and author are unknown. The content of the painting is correct.
It's Kua Fu Zhu Ri." Du Juan told Zhang Qianhe the news she had received, and Zhang Qianhe frowned after hearing this.
He was not sure if this was the Kuafu Chen Jianghe mentioned.
"Should we tell Mr. Chen this news?" Du Juan said. She knew that Chen Jianghe held a heavy weight in Zhang Qianhe's heart.
But Zhang Qianhe said: "No, we can't let him know about this for the time being."
Du Juan looked at Zhang Qianhe in surprise, wondering what Zhang Qianhe's plan was. Zhang Qianhe lit a cigarette for himself and said: "You have to keep this matter secret for me for the time being, and if possible, try to block domestic news about this auction.
"
"Chizuru, what do you mean-"
Du Juan vaguely guessed what Zhang Qianhe was thinking, but she wasn't sure yet whether she was right.
Zhang Qianhe puffed for a while and then said: "What is the predicted auction price given by the relevant agencies?"
"The bottom line is 30 million."
"Haha, it's cheaper than I thought. Let's prepare one billion to take a photo of this antique painting." Zhang Qianhe's words shocked Du Juan. One billion is not a small amount. Du Juan quickly persuaded: "Qianhe,
Is this really necessary? This antique painting may not be what Mr. Chen wants. After all, even he himself doesn’t know what ‘Kuafu’ is.”
One billion is too much!
Zhang Qianhe said with a smile: "I don't know if this is what Chen Jianghe wants. I just need to let him know that I am sincere."
"Have you ever heard of buying horse bones for a thousand dollars?"
Du Juan understood Zhang Qianhe's plan as soon as he heard it, and said with a look of surprise on his face: "If I can buy Mr. Chen's heart with a few hundred million, this deal would be quite a bargain."
"At any cost, take this painting." Zhang Qianhe said again.
Du Juan nodded and kept it in mind, indicating that the results would come out in the next few days, and then said: "Qianhe, it's already three o'clock in the morning, how about you stay here with me?"
"Ahem, isn't this bad? If word spreads, your reputation will..." Zhang Qianhe hesitated.
Dujuan never cared about those nicknames, she covered her mouth and chuckled: "What's the point? You don't care, why should I care?"
"You smell like cigarette smoke, why don't you take a shower first?"