C743 I'm Not Going to Back down
C743 I'm Not Going to Back down
However, it was not good to remind Young Woman that he was the undercover businessman. She was guarding the monk and scolding the bald man.
No, that's not right, he was just guarding the monk and scolding the bald donkey.
Furthermore, the more he scolded, the more he enjoyed himself. He really didn't know where she had gone to be a high-class disciple and where her ladylike demeanor had gone to.
"Lee Nanfang, do you think the CEO of the manufacturer is like what I said? He deserves a thousand cuts?"
When they arrived at the front of Villa Number 4, Liang Xiaoyan was still blabbering on and on. While carefully stroking a few pairs of black silk, she turned around to ask Lee Nanfang.
What could Boss Lee say?
Could it be that he kicked her sexy butt, gave her two big mouths a kick, and then pointed at his nose, saying, "I'm the one you cursed at so harshly?"
He could only nod with a coy smile, with a perfunctory "Yes, yes" in his mouth.
"If even you, a man, admit it, it means — ahem, a bit of an itch in your throat. Come on in, why are you still standing outside? Just treat it as your home and do whatever you want. "
Halfway through her sentence, Liang Wulong suddenly realized that she had cursed at a three hundred meter tall underworld businessman, it was Lee Nanfang.
Immediately, her charming face turned red, like a little hen who had just laid an egg. Even her neck turned red, and with an embarrassed smile, she hurriedly ran back into the house, "Dad, dad, I've brought you our guest."
"Hmph. Girl, if you flatter Lee Nanfang as a VIP, you must have gotten benefits from others right?"
With a cold snort, Old Liang clasped his hands behind his back and walked out of the hall.
"It's not really a big deal. It's just a few pairs of black silk. Hehe, I'll go upstairs and try it out first. "
Laughing happily, Liang Xiaoyan hugged the black silk and ran up the stairs like a bouncing rabbit.
She really didn't have the face to see Lee Nanfang again. How could she be like this? She cursed at him while taking advantage of him.
"Oh my girl, she's just a small child. Nanfang, I've let you watch a joke. "
Compared to the prestige of an official outside, Old Liang was relatively close to the common folk when he was at home. He wore casual attire, Tang suit, black pants, and black cotton shoes.
"If I had a daughter who could be like Xiaoyan, I would thank Guan Yin Bodhisattva 15 times every month."
Lee Nanfang's face was full of admiration and envy.
This guy was clearly praising Liang Xiaoyan, but in reality, he was secretly comparing her father to come here to take revenge on the fact that she had pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey.
Old Liang didn't think too much and just laughed proudly, bringing Lee Nanfang into the living room.
The decorations in the living room were simple and grand. It looked unremarkable on the surface, but Lee Nanfang's expression changed slightly when he saw the Bamboo Forest Eight Immortals picture hanging on the east wall.
Coincidentally, when Old Liang looked back, a hint of surprise flashed past his eyes. He quickly returned to normal and pretended to be indifferent as he asked, "Nanfang, what do you think about this map?"
Lee Nanfang did not say anything, but he walked to the wall and raised his hand. He tapped on the signature of the Bamboo Forest Eight Immortals Painting and put it under his nose to smell it, then he licked it with the tip of his tongue.
Actually, based on Lee Nanfang's standard when appraising antiques, he didn't need to be this "serious" when appraising them. Just by taking a look, he was able to confirm that this picture was real.
The reason he was so serious was because he was afraid that if he said something wrong, he would make a fool of himself in front of Old Liang, leaving behind a bad impression.
"Uncle Liang, judging from Zheng Banqiao's Bamboo Forest Eight Immortals Diagram, your elder is definitely a great official cleaner."
Lee Nanfang praised sincerely. If the two flattery masters, Wang Defa and Chen Dalee, were present, they would definitely be full of admiration.
Old Liang was slightly taken aback. "Oh? "It's just a picture, how can it be related to me?"
"If you weren't a Qing official, how could you have gotten at least eight million yuan worth of genuine Zheng Banqiao paintings and hung them in the living room so openly?"
Before Lee Nanfang finished his sentence, Old Liang already started laughing out loud.
Even deaf children could hear that this was a laughter that came from the bottom of their hearts.
It was more like Lee Nanfang scratching his head with an itch, which made his whole body feel extremely comfortable.
After all, those who were able to set foot in the Liang clan's gate were basically people who ate and drank carefree. Raising flowers and planting grass in their free time, as well as playing with antiques and girls, were all compulsory courses.
But no one ever said that Lee Nanfang was sure that this was the real Zheng Banqiao.
At most, he would only praise this priceless treasure or tactfully advise him. It would be best if he could remove this painting to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Old Liang could only hehe …
"A soulmate, a soulmate."
After Old Liang finished laughing, he patted Lee Nanfang's shoulder and said with emotion: "I really didn't think that you would be my close friend. I'll tell you, I spent eighty dollars on this four years ago. In the past, there were people who had ill intentions and wanted to use this picture to scheme against me. But when the investigation team came to the conclusion that I had gotten the map by accident — ha, ha, those people's faces, they must be even uglier than a monkey's ass. "
The Pan Family of Beijing was known throughout the world as the holy land of treasures.
Only in that kind of place would there be a treasure that cost at least eight million yuan.
Of course, he would also spend 8 million to get a fake that was 80% faster. That would depend on how lucky he was and how good his judgement was.
When Old Liang was an official in Beijing, his only hobby was to search for treasures in the Pan Family. He had spent a lot of money in vain, but to be able to find this painting was already a great fortune for him.
However, due to his identity, he could not tell anyone else about it.
Now that Lee Nanfang had offered such a high level of flattery, he could finally show off to an outsider. How could he not be happy and become Lee Nanfang's soulmate?
"Nanfang, looking at your young age, how could you have studied antiques?"
After being overjoyed, Old Liang was surprised that Lee Nanfang was able to recognize the antiques.
"How so?"
Lee Nanfang thought about it and said ambiguously, "Maybe I have some talent in identifying antiques?"
"Definitely talent. This is the first time I've seen someone using their nose and tongue to lick an antique while trying to identify it."
Old Liang sat down with Lee Nanfang and poured a glass of water for him, "Quickly tell Uncle, is there any trick to this?"
"I don't know the specifics either."
Lee Nanfang shook his head with a bitter smile.
Of course, he would not tell Old Liang that he could identify antiques using his sense of smell. That was the reason why he had put on an external display.
The Black Dragon in his dantian was as sensitive to antiques as the jade that he was interested in recently.
The Black Dragon was just like an appraiser who had been in the world of antiques for hundreds of years. It was truly able to discern the authenticity of antiques with just its sense of smell.
Seeing that Lee Nanfang was not just being perfunctory, Old Liang could only shake his head in regret. He had to admit that talent did indeed exist.
After chatting for a bit more, Old Liang raised his teacup and casually asked, "I heard that you caused trouble at the Central Hospital again yesterday?"
"Uncle Liang, you really can't blame me for this."
Lee Nanfang, of course, could tell that Old Liang's seemingly casual attitude, which was filled with seriousness, had already investigated this matter clearly. After all, he was the leader of the Provincial Hall;
Moreover, he already showed his intimacy to Lee Nanfang in public when he was at the Central Hospital the day before yesterday.
Therefore, there was no need to investigate this matter. Someone would take the initiative to report to him.
However, Lee Nanfang was very clear that Old Liang knew that this was a way of putting it. If he were to explain it in detail, it would mean the same thing.
From an objective point of view, Lee Nanfang explained in detail about how he knew the retarded Holy Hand of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Yang Xiao.
It seemed that Old Liang was quite satisfied with Lee Nanfang's explanation, because his expression did not change at all.
However, after Lee Nanfang had shut his mouth, he didn't say anything for a long time. He held a teacup in his left hand and tapped on the table with his index finger.
He was weighing the pros and cons during this period of time in order to protect Lv Mingliang.
Old Liang already thought of this in advance without Lee Nanfang asking for anything.
Liang Xiaoyan's surprised cry suddenly rang out from the second floor's bedroom. Only then did Old Liang wake up from his thoughts and turn around to look at the bedroom, frowning.
Young Woman, who was pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey, definitely could not hold back her curiosity. She put on the black silk and hooked her finger.
Lee Nanfang thought in his heart and also looked up at the second floor.
The door to the west bedroom opened and Liang Xiaoyan revealed her Tiny Skull. She mischievously stuck her tongue out at her father, then retracted it.
"This girl is always surprised."
After reprimanding his daughter, Old Liang looked at Lee Nanfang and said slowly, "Nanfang, you should know Jack' background now, right?"
"Dali."
"Yes." Do you think it's necessary to come into conflict with Dali just for the sake of a mere principal position of the central hospital? "
Old Liang put down the teacup and said, "You might have heard that in these past few years, the power of Dali have never stepped past the north of the great river. But this is only for the men of Duan Family. "
Lee Nanfang understood: "This Deputy Dean Duan is the daughter that Duan Family married to the north. Although on the surface, she does not have anything to do with the power of Dali, her identity as the daughter of Duan Family cannot be ignored. "
"Sigh. Maybe this is just another kind of infiltration. "
Old Liang sighed, looking as if he had something to think about. "Dali, is no longer enough to satisfy a little doll."
"This is also human nature. Greed is human nature."
"What you said makes a lot of sense."
Old Liang shook his head with a complicated expression. He said softly, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I'm not good enough."
Old Liang lived in the main hall. In the eyes of ordinary people, he was an extremely powerful figure.
However, in the eyes of Dali and Duan Clan, he was just a passerby in soy sauce, he didn't even have the qualifications to fight back.
The Yue Clan behind him was fine.
But the problem was, even if Old Master Yue had come out to support Yue Zitong, would the Yue Clan, for the sake of Lv Mingliang, fight to the death with Dali?
Lee Nanfang understood the meaning behind Old Liang's words and gratefully said, "Uncle Liang, I understand."
"Let go."
Old Liang advised, "What I mean is that you personally came to apologize to Deputy Dean Duan —"
Lee Nanfang shook his head without waiting for him to finish.
Old Liang frowned.
Lee Nanfang raised his teacup and stared at the surface of the water as he lightly said, "I had never thought of being a hero who requested for the people's lives. But this time, I won't back down. Lv Mingliang, I'm sure. "No matter what methods you use."