Chapter 130 Qiao Weidong explodes

"I'm eighteen, I'm not a child anymore; since you don't want to say it, I'll analyze it myself; see the nail mark on your face is scratched by a woman, and the one who fights you is a woman."

Fang Yifan is very sure about this.

"Yes, I've observed it very carefully."

Fang Yuan’s view is contrary to Tong Wenjie; he should not have the intention to harm others, but he should be wary of others. He felt that children of this age should know something.

"Women fight usually because of three things:

Husband, child, money; my dad and I are all fine, are we fighting with people because of money?

No, you haven’t been short of money recently, and my dad said that it was someone else who bullied you, and someone else bullied you because of money, and then you were so angry that you started fighting with her."

Fang Yifan continued.

"It's a bit general because of money, but it's also right."

Tong Wenjie didn't expect that her son really had two tricks.

"Fighting is a daytime event. During the day, you spend most of your time in the company, and you fight in the company."

Fang Yifan guessed while looking at Tong Wenjie's micro-expression.

"My son is good, a god's charlatan, I have the ability to succeed."

The square and round are shameless.

"Boss, no; client, not; colleagues, subordinates? You fight with subordinates, that little gold?"

"It's God, it's really God, how did you guess it, Son."

Not to mention the stunned Tong Wenjie, Fang Yuan was shocked by Fang Yifan.

"There are analysis and guesses in the front, and the following is what my mother told me."

In order to prevent Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie from treating themselves as children, Fang Yifan began to show off.

"I told you, I didn't say anything?"

"Auntie, my cousin should get the answer by observing your micro-expression."

Lin Lei'er interrupted from the side.

"Micro-expression?"

This is a blind spot in Tong Wenjie's knowledge.

"Micro-expression is part of the micro-response of psychological stress. It starts from human instincts, is not controlled by thoughts, cannot be concealed or disguised.

No matter how powerful a person can "pretend", he will also have micro-expressions in the first moment after encountering effective stimulation. His "pretend" can only appear after the micro-expressions."

Fang Yifan explained.

"When you master how to recognize micro-expressions, no one can lie in front of you?"

"Mom, you were a little excited when you said this, and your speaking speed was different from usual. You were just cheated, was it that Xiao Jin? I probably know why you started fighting."

Fang Yifan looked confident.

"Okay, I'll know how to show off my stinking; Fangyuan, I'm hungry, you go and cook."

It was clearly analyzed, and Tong Wenjie was a little angry and embarrassed.

After suffering such a great grievance, he naturally had to ask his best friend for his suffering. After dinner, Tong Wenjie went to Song Qian's house, and Fang Yifan used the excuse to visit Qiao Yingzi, who was sick, and went with him.

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"Wenjie, Fanfan, why are you here?"

"I heard from Fanfan that Yingzi was sick, so I came over to see him. Hey, Old Qiao is here too. He is really a rare guest. He won't disturb your family's reunion."

Tong Wenjie quipped with a smile.

"Who is a family with him, and he is so arrogant that he can't drive away even if he is so rushing. It's up to Yingzi to take care of..."

Song Qian said this: the more arrogant you should be.

"Wenjie and Fanfan are here, please sit down."

Qiao Weidong really didn't treat himself as an outsider, so he actually stood up and called Tong Wenjie and Fang Yifan to come.

"Fanfan, I heard that this painting is hard to come by recently. When will you have time to draw a copy of Uncle Qiao? This time I will give it to you at the market price, so I will guarantee that I won't take advantage of you."

Investors are generally well-informed. By chance, Qiao Weidong learned about the price of Fang Yifan's oil paintings in the market;

At first he didn't believe it, but after inquiring from many sources, he had to accept this reality; Fang Yifan, who he knew, really became the oil painting master mentioned by others.

"Market price? Fang Yifan, have you gone to the school to cheat teachers and classmates for money again?"

Fearing that the money from the small treasury would be confiscated, Fang Yifan never told Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie about his professional agent helping him sell paintings.

"How much money can I sell paintings at school? Five hundred, one thousand?

Fanfan’s customized portrait paintings are now priced at 500,000 yuan per picture, only high or low, and you don’t know if you refuse to bargain?”

Seeing Tong Wenjie looking confused, Qiao Weidong was sure she really didn't know.

"Five hundred thousand per picture, Fang Yifan, is the person you said to be? "

Although Qiao Weidong looked as if he was honest, his words would have been discounted for Tong Wenjie.

"How could it be half a million?"

"I'll just say it."

Tong Wenjie was about to say that Qiao Weidong was unreliable, but her son's next words shocked her.

"Five hundred thousand was the price at the beginning. Now I don't want to do it if I don't have eight hundred thousand. I also have to give commissions to the broker and pay taxes. In fact, I don't have much money to get it."

Fang Yifan doesn’t like to lie, he just likes to hide it; if you can’t hide it, just pretend.

"Yes, yes, I'm talking about the price a month ago. Since it's so popular, it's normal for the price to rise."

Qiao Weidong is a businessman, and the supply of goods is in short supply. It seems normal for him to raise the price point, but Tong Wenjie and Song Qian were stunned.

"Fang Yifan, you can sell a painting for 800,000 yuan now. Who is helping you sell paintings?"

"I am an agent named Ye Haoran, and Yang Yi introduced him to me."

Fearing that Tong Wenjie would have unnecessary worries, Fang Yifan explained.

"Great painter Yang Yi, your little sister? If it was introduced by her, there should be no problem."

At the beginning, Tong Wenjie was worried about that aspect.

"Mom, it's impossible for me to have problems. They all have sales contracts and pay taxes. The state will guarantee me."

I just suffered a loss, but now Tong Wenjie looks like a liar when she meets anyone.

"Wait, you sold a painting for 800,000 yuan, what's the money for selling paintings?"

It’s so good that Fang Yifan’s most worried thing was that Tong Wenjie noticed it.

"I have saved the money for selling paintings. I will collect an integer next time and I will transfer it to you at one time."

Fearing that Tong Wenjie would continue to get entangled, Fang Yifan agreed to hand over it voluntarily.

"This is almost the same. Give me your phone and I'll see how much money you have now."

"Why are you anxious about this? I'll go home to show you?"

"I'm going to see it now."

The more Fang Yifan evaded, the more Tong Wenjie insisted, and snatched the phone from him.

"No, there is only the initial 50,000 yuan in the account. Where did you go for the rest of your money? Wait, did you transfer it to Yingzi?"

He was careless and lost Jingzhou. Fang Yifan forgot to transfer WeChat even if he deleted the transfer record, he would also have a reminder on his wallet bill.

Yingzi

As soon as Tong Wenjie finished speaking, everyone's eyes were focused on Qiao Yingzi.

"It's nothing to do with me. Fang Hou was afraid that Aunt Tong would confiscate his small treasury and transferred the money to my account. I agreed because he was so obsessed with it."

Seeing that the fire was about to be concentrated, Qiao Yingzi quickly turned the blame.
Chapter completed!