13: Chapter 13 Are Large Families Really That Strict?

The two of them walked out of the Jiahe Auction House, and Jiang Lan's mind was still in a daze.

Yang Fan, meanwhile, had already received the money transferred by the auction house, and after checking his bank balance, he saw 242 million.

Jiang Lan could still accept buying ten thousand tons of rice; after all, it was food, and there was no issue with it not selling, at most, it would just mean losing a little money.

But these three pieces of calligraphy, each worth over 800 million, still shattered her worldview, and even now, she was still holding two of them in her arms!

Thinking back to the price of 888,000 her mother had set, she suddenly felt like laughing; a single piece of this calligraphy could buy countless versions of her.

Yet Yang Fan's attitude toward the three paintings was so indifferent, as if they weren't anything precious in his eyes.

He let her hold them if she wanted to, without any worry that she might run off with them.

The level of trust he had in her was incredibly high.

Thinking again that this was someone she had known for less than a day, the look in Jiang Lan's eyes as she gazed at Yang Fan had already changed.

Love? Gratitude? Or perhaps something else?

From this moment on, Jiang Lan had already come to regard Yang Fan as the most important person in her life.

"What are you thinking about?"

Yang Fan waved his hand in front of Jiang Lan; what was this girl thinking about to be so lost in thought?

"N-nothing!"

"Alright, you handle the rice and your family matters; I'll drive."

Yang Fan was afraid that this girl, in her absent-minded state, might send them to their doom, so he decided to drive himself.

"Boss, what about this calligraphy?"

When she didn't know the value, holding it hadn't been a problem, but now that she knew its worth, she didn't dare to hold it anymore.

"Just put it in the backseat; it won't run away."

Yang Fan got straight into the driver's seat.

Jiang Lan was speechless; she truly didn't know what was actually important in Yang Fan's heart.

"I'd better hold it."

"Where are we going next?"

"Grab a bite to eat, then you can go back. Come over tomorrow morning and go to the hospital with me for a check-up."

Jiang Lan nodded. She hadn't expected big families to be so strict; they wanted a medical check-up after just meeting.

After they finished eating, Yang Fan drove the car to the W Hotel. He only knew how to drive; he couldn't park in garages or anything like that.

"You can take the car. Come pick me up early tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock."

"Alright, Boss. Here is the box for you."

Jiang Lan handed the box she was holding to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan took the box. He could feel it too; ever since Jiang Lan learned the value of the items in the box, she had been on edge.

Jiang Lan had been on tenterhooks the entire way; after all, the things in her arms were too valuable. She kept imagining that at the next intersection, someone would intercept the car and pull out a gun!!

It was terrifying!

She had been restless while eating, and now she finally let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Change your clothes tomorrow; don't wear shorts. You'll be meeting my family."

Although this outfit looked very good today, older people might nag a bit about young people dressing like this.

"Ah? Oh, alright, Boss."

Jiang Lan didn't have any objections; she would wear whatever her boss told her to.

"I'll transfer another ten thousand to you. If there's any clothing you want to buy, just buy it."

As he said this, Yang Fan transferred the ten thousand directly, then waved his hand and left.

Jiang Lan stared at the transfer notification on her phone for a long time without saying a word.

She couldn't even remember how long it had been since someone had given her money like this to buy food and clothes. Was it back when her father was still around?

It must have been a very, very long time ago...

When Yang Fan returned, he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. Firstly, his grandmother's illness had a solution, and the heavy burden in his heart had been lifted. Secondly, he had essentially found a wife, so the heavy burden in his grandmother's heart should also be lifted.

He slept exceptionally well.

Early the next morning, after his habitual morning routine, Yang Fan entered the Trading Space.

Upon entering, he saw Emperor Taizong of Tang, who was still reviewing memorials at the table.

"Did you bring your work over here?"

Yang Fan's words interrupted Emperor Taizong of Tang's thoughts.

"Work?"

"What is that?"

Emperor Taizong of Tang looked confused.

Yang Fan gestured toward the memorials with his mouth.

"Nonsense!"

"I am handling the important affairs of the state; how can you speak of it as child's play!"

Yang Fan yawned. Although Emperor Taizong of Tang did indeed have a very imposing aura, he had not a shred of reverence for imperial power and looked completely indifferent.

"If you're on the wrong path, no matter how fast you walk, it's useless."

"If the tumor isn't removed, being diligent in governance is useless."

Emperor Taizong of Tang put down the memorial in his hand. He was reviewing memorials here partly to give half the gold to Yang Fan, and partly because he really wanted to have a chat with Yang Fan.

After all, Yang Fan was a man from a millennium in the future.

He might not necessarily understand state affairs, but he could still provide some suggestions based on past history.

Upon hearing what Yang Fan said, he knew that Yang Fan definitely knew many things.

"Last time, I heard you say that the dynasty of your era no longer exists. Can you tell me about some major events from my time to your era?"

However, as soon as Emperor Taizong of Tang finished asking, he saw Yang Fan reach out his hand.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Emperor Taizong of Tang was full of questions.

"If you go to a tavern to listen to stories, don't you have to pay?"

"Besides, what are you listening to?"

"You are listening to matters of the future!"

"You are listening to the future national destiny of the Great Tang!"

"As a dignified Emperor, you wouldn't want a free ride, would you?"

Emperor Taizong of Tang heard Yang Fan's words and felt there was some truth to them; it was time to offer something in return.

"What do you want?"

"Don't even think about Wang Xizhi's calligraphy; I like it very much and plan to take it with me to my final resting place."

Yang Fan pointed to the sword at Emperor Taizong of Tang's waist.

"This sword is not bad!"

"I like it very much!"

"The moment you open your mouth, you ask for my most cherished possession."

"Do you know what sword I am holding?"

Yang Fan shook his head. How would he know? He only knew that this thing was very valuable; if he could trick him into giving it up, he wouldn't have to worry about food and drinks in the future.

"This sword was forged by Ou Yezi."

"You may not have heard of his great name."

"But you should have heard of the famous swords he crafted."

"He forged a total of five pinnacle divine swords: Zhanlu, Chunjun, Yuchang, Juque, and Shengxie."

"And the sword in my hand is the first sword he ever crafted, named: Seven-Star Longyuan Sword!"

"This sword was first obtained by the King of Yue, then it belonged to the King of Wu, who bestowed it upon Wu Zixu, after which its whereabouts became unknown."

"Later, this sword was obtained by my father, and finally it came into my hands. To avoid using my father's name, it is now called: Longquan Sword."

"Do you know its preciousness?"

Yang Fan's saliva was drooling out uncontrollably; he quickly turned his head so Emperor Taizong of Tang wouldn't see.

Good heavens, it felt like this sword couldn't even be sold if he took it out!

It was an item of astronomical value.

Who could put a price on such a precious sword!

It was priceless and had no market!

He could only let the auction house release the news to see if any big shots wanted to collect it.

"Ahem."

"I think that only such a precious sword is worthy of listening to the matters of the future that I have to tell!"

"Besides, you don't need to ride a horse and kill enemies anymore, so why not give it to me!"

"It would be a pity for you to take this sword to your final resting place. How about I trade it for a weapon even more powerful than your divine sword in the future?"

"The weapon I give you is guaranteed to be able to aim and hit the target with 100% accuracy from 2,000 paces away; a hit means death, with absolutely no possibility of survival!!"

"How about it? If I take out such a treasure to trade with you, you won't be at a loss, right?"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he actually felt a bit embarrassed himself, because a barrett only cost a few hundred thousand, but the sword in Emperor Taizong of Tang's hand felt like it could buy an entire combined arms brigade!