The Heavens: The Beginning Blind Date Zhong Xiaoai

Chapter 130 Qiao Weidong Explodes Thunder

"I'm eighteen, and I'm not a child anymore; since you don't want to talk about it, I'll analyze it myself; look at the nail marks on your face, it was scratched by a woman, and the one who fought with you was a woman."

Fang Yifan was very sure of this.

"Yes, you observed very carefully."

Fang Yuan's point of view is the opposite of Tong Wenjie's; the desire to harm others is indispensable, and the desire to guard against others is indispensable. He thinks that children of this age should know something.

"Women usually fight because of three things:

Husband, children, tickets; my dad and I are fine, but you fight with others because of money?

No, you are not short of money recently, as my dad just said, it is others who bully you, because of money, and then you are so angry that you fight with her. "

Fang Yifan continued.

"Let's say it's because of money. It's a bit general, but it's you, right?"

Tong Wenjie didn't expect her son to have two brushes.

"Fighting is a daytime thing. You are in the company most of the time during the day, and you fight in the company."

Fang Yifan guessed while watching Tong Wenjie's micro expression.

"My son is not bad, it's a fortune teller, I have [-]% of my power."

Fang Yuan said shamelessly by the side.

"Boss, no; client, no; colleague? Subordinate? You got into a fight with your subordinate, that Xiaojin?"

"It's amazing, it's really amazing, how did you guess it, son."

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

"The former is analysis and guesswork, and the latter is what my mother told me."

In order to make Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie stop treating themselves as children, Fang Yifan began to act aggressively.

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

"Auntie, my cousin should have gotten the answer by observing your micro-expressions."

Lin Lei'er interjected from the side.

"Microexpressions?"

This is Tong Wenjie's knowledge blind spot.

"Micro-expressions are part of the micro-reactions of psychological stress, which start from human instinct, are not controlled by thoughts, cannot be concealed, and cannot be disguised.

No matter how "pretentious" a person is, there will be a micro-expression at the first moment after encountering an effective stimulus, and his "pretend" can only appear after the micro-expression. "

Fang Yifan explained.

"So if you know how to recognize microexpressions, no one can lie to you?"

"Mom, you were a little excited when you said this, and the speed of your speech was different from usual. You were cheated just now. Is that Xiao Jin? I probably know why you two got into a fight."

Fang Yifan looked confident.

"Okay, just know how to show off with me; Fangyuan, I'm hungry, you go cook."

Being analyzed clearly, Tong Wenjie was a little bit annoyed.

After suffering such a big grievance, it is natural to find a good girlfriend to complain; after dinner, Tong Wenjie went to Song Qian's house, and Fang Yifan went with him on the pretext of going to visit the sick Qiao Yingzi.

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"Wenjie, Fanfan, why are you here?"

"I heard from Fanfan that Yingzi was sick, so I came over to take a look. Hey, Lao Qiao is here. He is really a rare visitor. I won't disturb your family reunion."

Tong Wenjie joked with a smile.

"Whoever is in the same family with him is so shameless that he can't be driven away like this. I just look at Yingzi's face..."

What Song Qian said was right, as arrogant as she was.

"Wen Jie and Fan Fan are here, please sit down."

Qiao Weidong really didn't regard himself as an outsider, so he got up and greeted Tong Wenjie and Fang Yifan.

"Fanfan, I recently heard that your painting is hard to find. Whenever I have time, I will draw one for Uncle Qiao; this time I will give it to you at the market price, and I promise not to take advantage of you."

Investors are generally well-informed, and by chance, Qiao Weidong knew the market price of Fang Yifan's oil paintings;
He didn't believe it at first, but after many inquiries, he had to accept this reality; the Fang Yifan he knew had really become a master of oil painting in the eyes of others.

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

Fearing that the money in the small treasury would be confiscated, Fang Yifan never told Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie that he had a professional agent to help sell paintings.

"How much can you sell paintings at school, five hundred, one thousand?
The current market price of Fanfan's custom-made portraits is 50 a piece, which is not too high, and you and Fang Yuan don't know the kind that refuses to bargain? "

Seeing Tong Wenjie's bewildered look, Qiao Weidong was sure she really didn't know.

"50 pictures, Fang Yifan, is that you that Uncle Qiao mentioned?"

Although Qiao Weidong looked frank and swearing, his words were discounted by Tong Wenjie.

"How could it be 50?"

"I'll just say it."

Tong Wenjie was about to say that Qiao Weidong was unreliable, but what her son said next surprised her.

"50 was the initial price, and now I don't even bother to do it without 80; I have to pay the agent a commission, and I have to pay taxes. In fact, I don't get much money."

Fang Yifan doesn't like to lie, he just likes to hide it; if he can't hide it, he just pretends to be good.

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

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

"Fang Yifan, you can sell 80 a painting now, who is helping you sell the painting?"

"It's a manager named Ye Haoran. Yang Yi introduced him to me."

Fearing that Tong Wenjie might worry unnecessarily, Fang Yifan explained.

"The great painter Yang Yi, your little sister-in-law? If she introduced it, there should be no problem."

At first, Tong Wenjie was worried about that.

"Mom, there can be no problems. They all have sales contracts and pay taxes. The state will guarantee me."

Just suffered a loss, now Tong Wenjie looks like a liar to everyone.

"Wait, you've sold 80 yuan for a single painting, what's the money you paid for the painting?"

As good as he could die, what Fang Yifan was most worried about was noticed by Tong Wenjie.

"I have saved the money for selling the paintings. Next time I round up a whole number and I will transfer it to you in one lump sum."

Fearing that Tong Wenjie would continue to pester her, Fang Yifan agreed to hand it in on his own initiative.

"That's about the same. Give me your mobile phone, and I'll see how much money you have now."

"What's the rush at this moment, I'll show you when I go home?"

"I'm going to watch it now."

The more evasive Fang Yifan was, the more persistent Tong Wenjie was, snatching the phone from him.

"No, there is only the first 5 yuan in the account. Where did your other money go? Wait, did you transfer it to Yingzi?"

Losing Jingzhou carelessly, Fang Yifan forgot to transfer money via WeChat, even if he deleted the transfer record, there would still be a reminder on the wallet statement.

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As soon as Tong Wenjie finished speaking, everyone in the room focused their attention on Qiao Yingzi.

"It's none of my business. Fang Hou transferred the money to my account because he was afraid that Aunt Tong would confiscate his small treasury. I agreed because I was so entangled by him."

Seeing that he was about to be set on fire, Qiao Yingzi quickly threw the pot away.

(End of this chapter)