The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Before Wang Jinyuan recovered from the shock, Fang Jifan seemed to have discovered the New World and pointed to the table and chairs. "How about this table and chairs?"

"Okay, it is made of chicken wing wood. At first glance, it is the handwriting of a famous craftsman. Although it has been a few years, it is quite popular on the market. Some people like to collect this ..."

"How much silver?"

"This set?"

Fang Jifan said vigorously: "More than that, let's take a walk, let's take a look. Our Fang family has many good things, come and come."

Grabbed Wang Jinyuan's arm and left the living room.

Deng Jian happened to bring tea in, and nearly bumped into Fang Jifan, Fang Jifan said: "Little Deng Deng, go, give this one who leads the way, show him our family."

Wang Jinyuan felt like he was going crazy.

Eye-opening, this prodigal son is planning to pack Fang's house together and sell it, so he lacks money? Is it possible to lose money, or ...

He couldn't think much, so he was dragged by Fang Jifan and began to ‘appreciate’ the houses.

"This is a picture of Qiu Shan, and it is of great value. I am afraid it will take three hundred and two."

"This ... there are so many chicken-winged wood furniture, son, this bed is extraordinary, at first glance it can be crafted by craftsmen, you see this tenon riveting, it is really a seam, this set is down, I am afraid there is no 150 Two silver ... "

Deng Jian looked stunned, young master, you even sell a bed ......

Fang Jifan suddenly remembered, yes, there is a study ...

Here, he directly pulled Wang Jinyuan and walked to the study. Wang Jinyuan's eyes flicked sharply, and his eyes could not move on the study shelf.

I saw that the Bogu shelf was filled with various bronzes and blue vases. Wang Jinyuan was born as a dental practitioner. He was still somewhat knowledgeable. He stepped forward excitedly, holding a green vase and said: "This is the sky blue of Ruyao in Song Dynasty Glazed string bottles ... Gosh, let me see ... "

"Don't read it." Fang Jifan grabbed him: "It's all genuine, can't Fang's fakes still work? Let's say, the price."

Wang Jinyuan dazzled and said: "If this is the real thing ... I'm afraid ... I'm afraid of adding the previous land, calligraphy, painting, and furniture, less ... less ..." He swallowed and said, "Let's say that you can sell 110,000 two silvers. Many of them are rare treasures. You just can't buy them on the market. Your son ... seriously ... seriously ..."

"Young Master ..." Fang Jifan's ear came with a stern roar, and he saw Deng Jian fell to the ground all at once, and he embraced his legs again, yelling: "Young Master can't, Master, Even the tables, chairs and beds are sold, where will the young master and uncle sleep in the future, and these are the treasures of the old man. When the uncle is at home, they should be wiped carefully every day. These are all ancestral things. , A heirloom ... "

Fang Jifan could not bear this Deng Jian anymore. He used to think that he was not enough scumbag. When he was a little more normal, he ventilated to make people get a needle. Now that Master Ben is recovering from the prodigal character, what are you crying for?

Fang Jifan pointed to Deng Jiandao: "This, how much can it be worth?"

"Ah ..." The elder Wang Jin couldn't come back for a long time.

Fang Jifan gritted his teeth and said authentically: "I said this guy can't get his teeth, how much can he sell?"

After all, Wang Jinyuan is professional. He glanced up and down at Deng Jian, who was rolling on the floor, and then hugged his belly. He said with a smile: "It's still young, but unfortunately the skin is rougher. I am afraid that the ordinary people's inner courtyard will refuse. Received; people are too lean, afraid of lack of energy, it is carrying bags and miscellaneous, it is not easy to use, this ... In addition to eating dry rice, it is difficult to use, worthless, worthless, three or two silver is the most. "

Fang Jifan suddenly showed regret, only three or two silver? Forget it, Master Ben is the one who does the big things. Three or two silvers are not worth selling, just keep them for use.

He smiled quickly again: "Look, what else is valuable, don't be polite, and tell your son."

Wang Jinyuan was already scared. In fact, he wanted to retreat. Although this sale may be profitable, he has never seen such a prodigal son. He ca n’t help but think that this prodigal son is a fraud.

But Fang Jifan's next words dispelled his doubts: "Let's discuss the price again, it's almost the same, and then call someone to move it. Minger, I'll call the servant of Jingzhao House as the insurance, sign the contract, you Ready, the son knows that such a large sum of money always needs time to raise, it does not matter, not in a hurry. "

Wang Jinyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with embarrassment: "The young man is really ... really rare ... rare ..." He has always been smooth, but he found that he was in search of the stomach, and he couldn't find a good word. Only a description was expressed: "A rare person in a temperament."

Fang Jifan smiled, playing the Xiangfei fan in his hand, but he was sighing in his heart. Well, this prodigal man is considered real, and the prostitute is the prostitute. If it is not a prodigal son, it is really a bit moral to sell his family business. The burden is good now, and I find it easy.

Sent away Wang Jinyuan, the housekeeper, the accountant, and Deng Jian, so he kneeled down in the hall one by one, and began to mourn.

"Master, think twice."

"The young master's illness will be cured, the young people are overjoyed, but ..."

Fang Jifan sighed in his heart, but sympathized with them. These people were really for their own good. They shouldn't have shocked them like this, but they had just awakened their sympathy, and they saw the doctor with a needle stuck in the head to probe the brain.

Fang Jifan saw the goatee doctor, and he felt panic in his heart. He shot the case and shouted at him, "What do you see?"

The doctor smiled embarrassedly: "Students think ... The young man's illness is beginning to recover, and he is afraid that the young man's illness will recur, so ..."

Fang Jifan felt that his head hurt a bit, then the memory of the needle stuck in the back of his head surged into his heart, took a deep breath, MLB, this is sincere not let me be a good person.

Without hesitation, he picked up the Xiangfei fan and smashed it towards the doctor.

This time, he even hit the doctor's forehead impartially.

Touched the doctor, some pain, then tears fell.

Fang Jifan was shocked, he just smashed it casually, showing that he was ‘normal’, and felt embarrassed again, could n’t help saying, “What ’s crying?”

The doctor wiped her tears with emotion: "You do n’t need to see the doctor today. UU reads the book www.uukannshu.com. The sickness of the son is recovering very well, very well ... The old man, Uncle Mongo, was kept in the mansion, usually It ’s a great honour to receive a lot of favors, and now he can heal the son. Good, good, good, God has an eye, Fang ’s ancestors and ancestors have virtue ... "

Fang Jifan's eyes were straight.

He thought to himself that the ancestors of the Fang family really must be spiritual. Tonight, they might be strangling your Mongolian doctor.

Fang's son's illness is cured, and this time, it has become a topic that the neighbors are talking about.

Opposite the door is a wine shop. The shopkeeper is carrying the abacus beads. In addition to the daily cracking of the abacus beads, I am happy to talk about it with the drinkers.

"It's really good, there is no fake. Doctor Zeng is really rejuvenating. Really, seriously, what the old man said can't be true? Don't believe it? Well, I tell you, the Wang Dong's family at the dental office yesterday went to the door, guess What's the matter, Fang's son wants to sell land, not just land, the family's valuables are sold, isn't that what our Fang family master can only do? You don't know, in the early morning, the old man still saw Beijing Zhao Fu ’s officials followed Wang Dong ’s family to go to Fang ’s house for security. It was said that they had signed the paintings. Master Fang was very happy. When they left, Fang and his son personally sent them out, waved at them, and shouted loudly, saying next time What else do you like, remember to go to the door, the festive spirit scared Wang Dongjia and Bao Ren instead, but the ten-foot-thick Wang Dongjia usually feels ashamed, like a faceless person, guilty. very."

The drinkers heard it strangely, and if they knew the inside, they nodded and nodded: "That's right, it's okay. Doctor Zeng is a doctor."

"Isn't it? Dr. Zeng raised his eyebrows and exhaled now. When he comes in and out of the Fang Mansion, there is a breeze. The spirit is alive."