Fang Heng had a look of joy on his face as he arrived at the ward with a packed bag. However, upon seeing someone he did not expect to be here, his face couldnât help but turn sour.
âBut whatâs a pampered rich second generation like you doing here?â Fang Heng asked in a gloomy tone.
âXiaoheng, donât be rude, he came here to see mom.â Fang Xuan reprimanded.
âTo offer courtesy for no reason, there must be a hidden motive.â Fang Heng frowned in response.
Fang Xuan was a little unhappy, but she didnât continue to scold him. After all, Fang Heng was her own younger brother, criticizing him because of others might be a bit too much.
Besides, even Fang Xuan herself felt that Wang Haoran was quite the villain.
Unfortunately, despite knowing that Fang Heng was probably right, she somehow couldnât manage to feel any disgust towards Wang Haoran. In fact, she wanted to be closer to him.
What a contradictory mentalityâŠ
[Samael: Hey, youâre the one who wrote this.]
âXiaoheng, this is your sisterâs friend! You are not allowed to be disrespectful to him, or Iâll smack you on the head until itâs swollen!â
Fang Xuanâs mother felt very grateful that Wang Haoran had taught the mother and son next door a lesson earlier, thus she reacted more negatively to Fang Hengâs words.
âOkay⊠Iâll be polite.â Fang Heng reluctantly agreed, taking an apple out of the bag and throwing it to Wang Haoran using more force than necessary.
âPlease eat!â
Wang Haoran reached out and caught it easily, but he didnât eat the apple.
Because he doesnât like apples.
Moreover, this apple hadnât been washed yet.
Fang Heng, this b*****d, was deliberately trying to piss him off.
If it wasnât for his plan to slowly harvest Fang Hengâs wool, Wang Haoran wouldâve just thrown the apple back before personally giving that ugly mug of his a big slap.
But after thinking about it, he calmed down.
âFine, let the kid be arrogant for now. Iâll deal with him once Iâve harvested all the wool.â
âXiaoheng, these apples havenât been washed. Why did you give them like that to our guest?â Fang Xuanâs mother reprimanded him again.
âTch, how can a rich second-generation like him like to eat apples? These are commonersâ food. He wonât eat it even after I wash them, so why bother?â Fang Heng retorted sarcastically.
The old womanâs face froze. However, just as she was about to criticize Fang Heng once more, he took the lead and changed the subject, âWhat about the nasty mother and son next door?â
âThey got kicked out, and probably changed their beds. They wonât stay here in the future.â Fang Xuan said.
âWhat happened?â Fang Heng asked.
Fang Xuan relayed what she had heard from her mother to Fang Heng.
But when Fang Heng heard this, instead of being grateful, he fiercely glared at Wang Haoran.
He was all set to teach the despicable mother and son a lesson with his own hands, releasing the hatred from his long-standing suffering at their hands.
He never imagined that theyâd be chased away by the troublesome Wang Haoran first.
Fang Heng felt very depressed.
âYouâre being so kind to my family for no reason. You want to pursue my sister, donât you?â Fang Heng stared at Wang Haoran and spoke scathingly.
âPursue your sister? Youâre overthinking it.â Wang Haoran smiled.
Pursue Fang Xuan? The sheets have already been rolled over twice, did he still need to pursue her?
âDonât lie, if itâs not to pursue my sister, then why are you being so nice to my family?â Fang Heng couldnât believe it, and scoffed at him:
âDonât think that youâre special just because you have your stinking money, I have money too.â
After he spoke, Fang Heng took out a half-meter-long scroll that he had been carrying. âYou see this thing? Someone asked me to sell it for four million, but I didnât!â
Hearing this, Fang Xuanâs heart skipped a beat.
Four million? This must be due to the help that Wang Haoran personally arranged!
âAigoo. This little brother is so stupid, why didnât he just sell it immediately?â
âOh? What is this?â Wang Haoran pretended to be surprised.
âZhao Mengfuâs painting of Drinking Horses, but you might not know about it. Or perhaps you donât even know who Zhao Mengfu is.â Fang Heng laughed sarcastically.
The reason as to why he did not sell this ancient painting was that Fang Heng wanted to use it to slap the faces of the mother and son next door.
More specifically, the ugly aunt who kept boasting about her sonâs million-dollar annual salary.
Just by casually going to Furukawa Street and finding a good painting, he could easily earn several yearsâ worth of her sonâs meagre salary and more.
It would have slapped their faces like a flash of thunder.
A pity that Wang Haoran had driven them away.
To the side.
Fang Xuan could only feel shame.
Only she knew her brother best. He didnât study in middle school, and his grades were mediocre. But after reading a few antique books, he truly thought he was the main character in some sort of novel.
[Zain: This is every reader after reading âReverend Insanityâ :kek: ]
Simply stupid.
In her opinion, if Wang Haoran hadnât looked for a helper to bump up the price, it would have been difficult to sell this broken painting for even dozens of dollars.
âWell, actually, I have heard of Zhao Mengfu. A famous painter, calligrapher, and poet from the end periods of the Southern Song Dynasty to the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. He was often called the crown of the Yuan Dynasty, thanks to the new style of painting he created. Together with Ouyang, Yan, and Liu, they became the four masters of regular scriptâŠâ Wang Haoran said slowly.
His knowledge reserve as a scholar was quite immense.
Fang Heng was stunned.
He only learned from the golden finger that this was Zhao Mengfuâs Drinking Horse painting. He didnât really know much about Zhao Mengfu.
âI didnât expect you to know this, not bad.â Fang Heng, a chronic narcissist, commented on Wang Haoran in an old-fashioned manner, trying to act knowledgeable.
âXiaoheng, can this painting really sell for that much money?!â
Fang Xuanâs mother asked in disbelief.
âYes, absolutely!â Fang Heng said in a firm tone, âLast time, I sold an antique for 5 million. I have to tell you that this is the second time Iâve bought a treasure, and someone asked to buy it for 4 million. Your son, I, have an extraordinary talent for treasure appraising. In the future, our family will definitely live a luxurious life!â
âFurthermore, Iâve already spent money to ask some helpers to go to various places to find a kidney. Once a suitable kidney donor is found, your illness will be cured, mom!â
âSo you can rest assured and just wait for your illness to be cured!â
âXiao Xuan, is this true?â Fang Xuanâs mother could not believe it, so she asked Fang Xuan instead.
[Chinese trivia: Xiao = Little]
âItâs true, mom. Our family has money now, a lot of money, and weâll never have to worry about money again in the future.â Fang Xuanâs tone was firm.
The family was indeed not short of money anymore. Half the 10 million promised by Wang Haoran had already reached Fang Heng.
âGreat, great⊠my son has a good future ahead of him.â Fang Xuanâs mother was so excited that she burst into tears.
Seeing this, Fang Heng felt extremely proud.
Wang Haoran watched silently for a while, before suddenly speaking:
âIâm very interested in collecting paintings; would you sell this picture of Drinking Horses to me?â
âSomeone offered 4 million, and I still didnât sell it. How much can you offer?â Fang Heng asked.
â5 million. If you want, I can pay you right now.â Wang Haoran answered promptly.
âOkay, deal!â Fang Heng didnât even think twice.
He had already inquired about the maximum price of this Drinking Horses picture when placed on the market, its price is averaged at around 4.5 to 4.8 million.
Hence, Wang Haoranâs bid of 5 million was already considered sky-high.
And although Fang Heng hated him, he wouldnât say no to money.
Wang Haoran immediately started the exchange on the bank software, and a 24-hour dedicated account manager soon called to confirm the transfer.
In less than ten minutes, 5 million was successfully credited to Fang Hengâs account.
Fang Xuan felt a lot more relieved upon seeing this scene.
Wang Haoran was quite trustworthy, giving 10 million exactly, no more and no less.
[Ding! The Hostâs manipulation behind the scenes caused the Protagonist Fang Heng to earn the second pot of gold, showing off his failure to the heroine Fang Xuan, receiving 200 villain points!]
âItâs yours.â Fang Heng handed out the scroll.
Wang Haoran didnât pick up, instead asking his driver to do it.
He didnât even open up the scroll to check its authenticity from beginning to end.
Fang Heng was very surprised by this.
However, Fang Xuan wasnât surprised in the slightest.
This was just Wang Haoranâs method of giving away money to them anyways, so whether or not the painting was truly authentic made no difference.