11: Chapter 11 Past Events Gone with the Wind

Xu Jing was stunned.

She hadn't expected Yang Fan to truly be able to afford it.

And to pay in full, at that.

Since he was this wealthy, why had he been working so desperately before, taking any job he could get? Did he have a masochistic streak?

Jiang Lan's words were like a knife, stabbing straight into her heart.

Who exactly was the one with no eye for talent?

Xu Jing felt a sharp pain in her heart. Although Yang Fan didn't have money at home, he never skimped on holidays—phones, computers, clothes, and bags, he bought them all for her.

She instinctively placed a hand over her heart, feeling breathless.

She regretted it immensely now; why hadn't she waited a little longer?

Perhaps Yang Fan had gone back to his hometown just to inherit the family fortune, and when he asked her out to dinner, it was to tell her about this.

"Slap."

Xu Jing gave herself a fierce slap. Why couldn't she have resisted the temptation? Why couldn't she have just held on a little longer?

"Xiao Jing, what are you doing? Let's go pick out a car!"

Xu Jing looked up and asked, "Can the car be registered in my name?"

"This..."

"You drive the car, and after a year, you can transfer the title to me, how about that?"

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said. He couldn't just throw away several hundred thousand without getting his money's worth.

Xu Jing gave a miserable laugh. If this were Yang Fan, she guessed that if she had suggested it, Yang Fan definitely would have bought the car in her name.

What kind of man had she missed out on!

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"I didn't realize you were so vengeful!"

Yang Fan smiled. The little girl's every action was standing up for him.

"This woman, you can see four big words written on her face!"

"Oh? What big words?"

"You owe me money!"

"Look at her face; it feels like everyone owes her tens of thousands of yuan, like someone is missing from her family!"

Jiang Lan imitated Xu Jing's expression, though she didn't quite capture the essence, it was very cute.

"Actually, I'm not at a loss, am I? After all, what she's getting is secondhand!"

"Let the past be the past."

"Just like she said, everyone has the right to pursue a better life. I shouldn't stand in her way."

Yang Fan was actually quite an extreme person. If he loved, he could give everything; if he didn't love, he could become even more distant than a stranger.

After going through his aunt's situation, he was even more indifferent toward relationships and no longer longed for love.

"Boss, was that your ex?"

"Hmm, from college."

"Then, were you really testing her?"

Jiang Lan was a bit curious, as Yang Fan had bought the car too casually, like buying a head of cabbage, with no sign of excitement on his face.

She actually felt this was a test for that girl by Yang Fan or his family.

"Guess!"

His money only came two days ago; there was no test.

Actually, he should thank Xu Jing. If she hadn't called to break up, he wouldn't have smashed the wall.

"I bet it was a test! After all, it's not that easy to marry into a wealthy family, right?"

Seeing Yang Fan smile without speaking, Jiang Lan felt she had guessed correctly.

"Boss, where are we going?"

Yang Fan checked his phone and booked a decent hotel.

One, he needed a place to stay tonight; two, he needed to take things out. He couldn't just pull them from his space out in the open; he needed to find a secluded spot.

"W Hotel, set the navigation."

When Yang Fan saw the hotel price, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. Over 4,000 a night, and there were even more expensive ones—40,000, 80,000, 100,000 a night...

He could only say he didn't understand the world of the rich. 100,000 a night was just too exaggerated.

"Okay, Boss."

Arriving at the hotel, Yang Fan told Jiang Lan to wait for him.

Yang Fan checked in and took out three boxes in the room.

Looking out the window, the Lujiazui trio was in full view; the scenery was truly nice.

He would stay here for now. Before, he had only been "surviving" in this city.

Starting today, he would really "live" in this city!

Before long, Yang Fan came out holding the three boxes.

Jiang Lan hurried forward to take the boxes and put them in the back seat.

"Boss, where to next?"

"Jiahe Auction House."

He needed to see how much these three pieces of calligraphy were worth. If it wasn't enough for the rice, he'd have to bring out some gold.

But Yang Fan felt it should be enough; tens of millions for a piece of calligraphy shouldn't be too much, right?

After all, these were all famous figures.

Jiang Lan looked at the three boxes in the back. Were these the things in the boxes?

The items in these three boxes felt weightless; she wondered what they were.

"Okay, Boss. I've contacted them about the 10,000 tons of rice. They have stock in the warehouse, and the price offered is 2.2 yuan per jin."

"The condition is that we must order 10,000 tons at once!"

"A bit expensive. You negotiate with him—1.9 yuan, or 2 yuan. If that doesn't work, find another supplier."

Yang Fan had actually checked the import and export prices of rice. The price he offered was definitely profitable. Although he was rich now, he couldn't stop bargaining!

"Okay, Boss!"

Jiang Lan hadn't expected Yang Fan to already have a target price in mind.

She thought 2.2 yuan per jin of rice was already very cheap, but she didn't expect Yang Fan to be even tougher, pushing the price directly to 1.9. For 10,000 tons, that would be a reduction of several million!

Every 0.1 yuan was two million!!

Yang Fan's heart was truly bold; with one sentence, he wanted to cut 6 million from the other party's profits!

She didn't overthink it and just followed the boss's instructions.

Arriving at Jiahe, Yang Fan walked in front, and Jiang Lan followed behind him.

Yang Fan found a staff member and said directly, "Get your appraiser over here; I have something that needs appraising!"

"Sir, could you let us see your items first? That way I know which appraiser to find!"

The staff member smiled; after all, these were big spenders.

"Jiang Lan, give it to them."

"Okay, Boss."

Jiang Lan placed the boxes on the table.

The staff member opened the first box and took out the contents to unfold it.

He glanced at it briefly and was stunned!

Why did this thing look so real?

Was forgery technology this good now?

Although he didn't know how to appraise, he saw many items every day, so he had some insight into whether something was real or not.

But the item in front of him really had no flaws.

But it was just too perfect; the fact that it had no flaws was the problem.

He opened and looked at the other two boxes as well.

He fell completely silent. What kind of human-made forgery was this, to be so realistic!

"Please wait a moment; I'll go invite our appraiser!"

The staff member went to the side to make a call.

Before long, a middle-aged man around 50 years old arrived.

"Sir, hello, I am Jiahe's appraiser, Li Yang."

The appraiser named Li Yang came over and smiled, reaching out to shake Yang Fan's hand.

He had just heard that this person had brought three pieces of calligraphy and said they were too fake to be real!

"Yang Fan."

Yang Fan also politely reached out to shake his hand.

Li Yang took out a magnifying glass and carefully examined the three pieces of calligraphy. As he looked, he began to doubt himself.

They were truly very real, but they were preserved too perfectly. Theoretically, such calligraphy would generally be collectibles of big figures.

But the three pieces of calligraphy in front of him were indeed in their own handwriting, with their own signatures and seals.

Most importantly, they all had the Emperor's seal!!!!

And only one, Emperor Taizong of Tang, proving that these three pieces of calligraphy had been in the hands of one person, and perfectly preserved to this day!