Chapter 40: The Sky-Splashing Wealth in the Seventh Middle School [4 updates]
The Fang family is a scholarly family, and its inheritance is older than the other four families in Jiangcheng. Both Mr. Fang, the head of the Fang family and Mrs. Fang are all obsessed with calligraphy, painting and cultural relics.
There are many things passed down from generation to generation, and the Fang family has collected a lot.
Mrs. Fang even goes to the Jiangcheng Museum every week to see cultural relics.
In her words, cultural relics are alive, and you can hear their stories quietly.
She stared at the painting, and her hands couldn''t help but tremble slightly. She quickly called out the "Spring Mountain Hundred Birds" from her phone for careful comparison.
I found out that as Fang Qinghan said, the way of drawing bird tails can be said to be exactly the same!
Mrs. Fang couldn''t help but take a breath.
Who is Princess Yongning?
That is a legend among the legendary figures in the history of China!
This is the crown prince carefully trained by Emperor Zhaozong of the Daning Dynasty. Looking at the 5,000-year history of the country, such a royal daughter has emerged.
She learned piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with Emperor Daning Hanyun, and learned the way to govern the country with the first female prime minister Shen Mingshu.
The leader of the four kings, King Yan, is her brother, and the only queen, King Qin, is her good friend.
She herself is even more intelligent and close to monsters, and is unparalleled.
only…
God is jealous of talents, and God is afraid of beauty.
She still left too early.
If Princess Yongning is still there, the Daning Dynasty will last for more than three hundred years, and it will not be impossible for another thousand years.
"Of course not." Fang Qinghan laughed, "If this painting was made by Princess Yongning, how could it be so new? She has been dead for three hundred years."
Mrs. Fang was stunned: "Yes, but the way to draw the bird''s tail..."
"Mom, think about it, Princess Yongning''s painting style is a unique one, and is called the "Yongning School of Painting". There are many famous artists who learned this school of painting in later generations." Fang Qinghan said slowly, "One of them is the vice president of Yunjing Art and Culture Center, but this painting is better than him. How can it not be worth three million?"
"It''s worth it!" Mrs. Fang emphasized, "You said that, I guess he is a hidden master who doesn''t seek fame and fortune, otherwise there would be no news from him in the calligraphy and painting world."
Fang Qingye scratched his head: "I can''t understand, I can''t understand at all."
He knows nothing about calligraphy and painting, and he only knows cars.
"You won''t buy a painting, just throw your sister away happily, right?" Mrs. Fang suddenly came to her senses, "Xiaoya was out with the friends."
"What lost? I''ve played myself in the detention center." Fang Qingye lit a cigarette and told the story today, "Administrative detention is generally not allowed to be released early, what can we do?"
"This Shengyunyi!" Mrs. Fang was furious, "Is Xiaoya stupid? She doesn''t even know if she was used as a gun?"
Fang Qingye shrugged: "There''s no way. Mom, you know that Xiaoya has always been upset. I suspect that Sheng Yunyi has gushed Zhou Hechen and Xu Li. Tsk, I won''t take that trick anyway."
"It''s really..." Mrs. Fang pressed her temple, "I''m almost angry with you, and you, Fang Qingye, you can only cause trouble every day. Before Xiaoya comes out, you will stay at home and are not allowed to go out."
"Mom!" Fang Qingye was incredible, "What does it have to do with me? I can''t stop her. She grabbed my ears when she was a child, you should know."
Mrs. Fang just waved her hand and ignored him: "Qinghan, go with me to send this painting to the old man so that he can take a good look."
"Grandpa will definitely be very happy." Fang Qinghan smiled.
Fang Qingye, who was completely ignored: “…”
He gritted his teeth.
Very well, he kept the accounts on Zhou Hechen and Sheng Yunyi.
**
At two o''clock in the afternoon, the principal''s office of Jiangcheng No. 7 Middle School welcomed two guests today.
But at this moment, the principal of No. 7 Middle School was very confused: "You mean, are you here to be a psychological counselor?"
As the burden on students gradually increases, major universities, including primary and secondary schools, have begun to set up psychological counseling to relieve students'' stress and depression.
"You heard it right. I work as a part-time psychological counselor. This is my business card and my certificate." Rongyu put the prepared information on the table.
The principal of No. 7 Middle School took it and almost jumped up when he saw the surname "Rong".
This niche surname is not ordinary, representing the Yunjing Rong family!
He shivered and knocked over the cup on the table.
Yan Tingfeng, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes.
His slender fingers lightly in the air!
The cup that was about to fall to the ground was lifted up by an invisible force and returned to the table. Even the water in the cup did not sprinkle a drop of it.
The principal of No. 7 Middle School was so excited that he didn''t notice this scene at all. He excitedly held Rongyu''s hand: "Mr. Rong, Rong, why did you... how could you come to us? Our place is really too broken and old. Your salary may be..."
He has also always wanted to set up a psychological counseling room in the school to relieve students'' pressure, but the funds have always been insufficient.
Last year, several key teachers were left, and the replenishment speed of new teachers could not keep up.
There will be a talented person who takes the initiative to come to the No. 7 Middle School? !
My brain must be broken, right?
The principal of No. 7 Middle School looked at Rong Yu suspiciously and began to feel sad.
"The principal does not need to worry about financial issues. He does not need you to pay your salary." Yan Tingfeng chuckled, "I will pay the investment in the psychological counseling room."
Rong Yuxin said he was such a miserable worker.
Why did he have such a good brother? "Ah?" The principal of No. 7 Middle School was stunned.
Yan Tingfeng said again: "I will donate six buildings to No. 7 Middle School, so I will trouble No. 7 Middle School to form a class with Shihua and Shengsheng combination."
The principal of No. 7 Middle School was already dizzy, and he said blankly: "Six, six, six six six... building?"
"Well, there are a little fewer buildings." Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "Is it okay to add three more buildings?"
The man''s voice was like the spring breeze passing by, and suddenly turned into rain, drop by drop, pleasant and pleasant.
With a "bang", the principal of No. 7 Middle School completely fainted and hit his head on the table.
Rong Yu: "…You scared me to death!"
When did his brother have a hobby for donating buildings?
Yan Tingfeng''s expression was faint, and he stroked a jade tablet in his palm: "Wake up."
"I learned Taisu Mai, not Taiyi acupuncture. I don''t know how to treat it well..." Rong Yu muttered.
But he still walked forward and pressed and held down a few of the acupoints he remembered.
After a while, the principal of No. 7 Middle School woke up slowly, but jumped up in the next second.
He hugged his head and whined: "It''s over. I actually dreamed that someone wanted to donate nine buildings to our school. How could I have such a big and ruthless dream!"
"It''s not a dream." Yan Tingfeng stretched out his hand, "Glacier, contract."
Binghe immediately handed over the prepared contract.
Yan Tingfeng said again: "Signature."
The principal of No. 7 Middle School looked at the contract blankly, his throat rolled, and he kept swallowing his saliva.
Seeing that he had not moved, Yan Tingfeng raised his eyes and smiled: "Do you want to refuse?"
The principal of No. 7 Middle School looked at him at a loss.
How could there be such a man? He smiled and handed out a big gift, but his tone was so tough.
It seems that as long as the other party says the word "no", he will pull out a long sword from his clothes and cut off the other party''s head.
Can you refuse this tone?
If you refuse, you may be desperate and you will live for the next second!
"No, no, no!" The principal of No. 7 Middle School panicked, and he hugged his head again, "Am I still dreaming? Yes, in the dream, I must be dreaming, dreaming..."
Tiema stepped forward with a wink and pinched his thigh hard.
"Ao!" The principal of No. 7 Middle School screamed in pain.
He closed his eyes and opened it again, and the donation contract was still in front of him, which was not illusory.
A pen was stuffed into his hand, and the principal of No. 7 Middle School signed his name tremblingly.
This is the ugly word he has ever written about, even he couldn''t compare to his elementary school years.
"Very good, the deal was reached." Yan Tingfeng stood up, "I hope your school will fulfill its promise. We will officially start work next week, and we will do our best."
"Hmph, I think of me now." Rong Yu followed him unhappily and left the principal''s office.
The door was closed, and the principal of No. 7 Middle School was still in a daze.
Including the dormitory building of the entire No. 7 Middle School, there are only six buildings in total now!
But now, someone has donated nine buildings directly to them!
Not only that, No. 7 Middle School also got a psychological counselor in vain.
The principal of No. 7 Middle School urgently drooled himself and tried hard to calm his beating heart.
Pu Tian’s wealth, their seventh grade... is about to develop!
**
In the afternoon, the Lin family’s old house.
"Qinqin, do you eat lychees?" Mrs. Lin came out of the kitchen with a plate of crystal clear lychees. "Auntie has peeled them all for you. Now is the season to eat lychees."
Lin Qin said slowly, "I don''t like eating lychees."
Mrs. Lin''s smile froze, but soon returned to normal: "What fruits Qinqin likes to eat? My aunt will buy it for you tomorrow."
"There is a servant at home, so my second aunt doesn''t need to worry about it." Lin Qin refused it all, "I still have to practice the piano."
"Oh, Qinqin!" Mrs. Lin couldn''t keep Lin Qin, so she could only watch her go upstairs.
Mrs. Lin pinched her fingers tightly, and she placed the fruit plate heavily on the dining table.
The sound of a car whistle sounded outside the door. Mrs. Lin turned her head and saw Butler Lin walking in to Ye Wanlan, and she couldn''t help but frown.
She doesn''t like her niece at all, and she doesn''t want to see her.
Ye Wanlan did not say hello to Mrs. Lin. She listened to Lin Huaijin very much and pretended that she didn''t see it.
"Stop." Mrs. Lin said coldly, "Are you polite when you see the elders not shouting?"
Ye Wanlan took out a wooden hairpin and tied his hair up, leaned it on the sofa, and took out his cell phone.
"I heard you want to go to No. 1 Middle School? But I didn''t go in. I want to ask your grandma to help you walk through the back door?" Mrs. Lin''s voice was faint, "I am a person who has experienced it. I would like to remind you that with your ability, going to No. 1 Middle School is also a waste of resources. Haven''t Lin Huaijin taught you this truth?"
Hearing Lin Huaijin''s name, Ye Wanlan finally looked up and his eyes were calm: "Who told you that I''m going to No. 1 Middle School?"
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(This chapter ends)