The top CEO is my ex-boyfriend

"You...didn't you just say..." The young man thought about it carefully and realized that the other party was only evaluating the value of his painting and did not say whether he wanted to buy it.

He had misunderstood and even lowered the price of the painting. Even after the price was lowered, no one wanted it. What should his brother do...

"Hey, why are you crying again?" Wu Funfun suddenly panicked. In public, others might think he was bullying others.

"It's okay, you can go." The boy rubbed his eyes and waved at them.

"I want to buy it, please sell it to me."

The boy raised his head suddenly and looked at the person who spoke, "Do you really want to buy it?"

Ji Shi nodded and said, "One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods."

The boy's blue eyes burst into surprise, and he said repeatedly, "Okay, no problem, let's go to the trading room now, I know where it is, I'll take you there."

There were other people in the trading room, and the staff took them to a vacant seat and politely handled the trading procedures for them.

There were also bank staff on site, so the preparations were extremely thorough.

After Ji Shi entered the transaction amount, the staff asked the boy to confirm.

The young man took a look and was about to nod his head, but the words stopped suddenly. He widened his eyes and looked at the number again. After confirming that he was not mistaken, he said to Ji Shi, "You entered an extra zero."

Hearing this, Ji Shi leaned over to take a look and said, "That's right."

"Here is two million." The young man's heart suddenly started beating fast.

He heard the angelic boy say, "It's two million."

"You...you want to spend two million to buy my paintings?" The boy was surprised and delighted. This money was too important to him. If he had two million, he could not only rescue his brother, but also pay off his parents' debts. If he worked hard and took on a part-time job, he could continue to go to college...

The boy couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

Hearing that Ji Shi wanted to spend two million to buy a tattered painting, Wu Fenfen was extremely anxious. "He sold it for two hundred thousand, and you paid two million. What do you think?"

"My husband is rich." Ji Shi took Fu Tingli's arm and said naturally.

Fu Tingli looked at him with a heart full of doting eyes, "Spend as much as you want."

Wu was speechless.

I was shown off.

Forget it, it’s not his money anyway.

"Your paintings are worth so much, you don't have to feel like you've received ill-gotten gains." Ji Shi saw the boy's dilemma and said to him with a curled lip corner.

The boy also wanted to accept the money, but...

"Like this gentleman said, this painting is too badly damaged. You're basically losing money by buying it back for two million." The young man was determined to reject Ji Shi's price. "You're a good person. I can't let a good person suffer."

And he is a good man with a disability.

Ji Shi asked him, "You said this painting was passed down from your ancestors, so have your elders ever told you its value?"

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, "When my grandfather was alive, he said that if this painting had not been damaged, it would be priceless."

Ji Shi gave him an apologetic look.

The boy waved his hands, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Hearing this, Ji Shi felt even more sorry. From what he said, the situation at home might be even more serious.

"But that was when it wasn't damaged. Otherwise, please give me the original price," said the boy.

"How do you know I can't restore the painting to its original state?"

The young man raised his eyes and looked at Ji Shi steadily when he heard this. For some reason, this sentence coming out of his mouth was inexplicably convincing.