Holding the big boss doll, the soft beauty is going crazy

Chapter 57 Did you draw that picture?
Going along the main road, we turned at a fork in the road and came to a smaller hall.

The housekeeper led Ran Yunqing in and said, "I'll go and ask the appraiser to come over. Miss, please sit down and have some refreshments first."

Ran Yunqing lowered his head, imitated the words and expressions of the ancients in the TV series, and said, "Thank you."

She sat down carefully, not daring to touch anything else for fear of repeating yesterday's tragedy.

My butt only touched one-third of the chair.

In just a few minutes, Ran Yunqing felt very uneasy. He didn't know how much time had passed before he finally saw the housekeeper come back.

She stood up and looked slightly sideways at the white-haired and bearded old man behind her.

"This is the appraiser, Mr. Zhang," the butler introduced.

Mr. Zhang took the initiative to extend his hand and greet Ran Yunqing, "Hello."

The latter responded quickly.

"I wonder what kind of painting style this girl wants to appreciate?"

Ran Yunqing didn't understand, so he simply spread out the scroll and showed it to him.

Mr. Zhang held his eyes and looked carefully.

His pupils were slightly dilated and he looked shocked.

His eyes swept across the painting inch by inch.

As if unsatisfied, he took off his glasses, leaned forward and looked closely at the painting.

As his gaze swept across a larger area, he became more and more excited, and his body began to tremble slowly.

Ran Yunqing saw the excessive reaction and felt a little worried.

I'm over 50, I won't go backwards...

She couldn't even afford to pay for a few plates, let alone a person falling over!

The housekeeper was surprised by Mr. Zhang's reaction and couldn't help but walk over and look at the painting from the side.

"I'm not seeing things, I'm definitely not seeing things!" Mr. Zhang suddenly murmured excitedly.

He straightened up suddenly and looked at Ran Yunqing who was panicked by the sudden movement.

"Where did you get this painting?"

He was in high spirits, which was a good sign.

Ran Yunqing heaved a sigh of relief and responded frankly: "My friend gave it to me."

Mr. Zhang's pupils widened, and he kept asking, "Who is your friend?"

Ran Yunqing was somewhat surprised by his reaction and took a half step back.

She didn't answer, but just asked: "Is this painting precious?"

"Of course!" Mr. Zhang was so excited that he almost shouted, "This is the work of the Chinese painting master Fu Yan!"

The butler next to him was also shocked and hurried forward to take a closer look at the painting.

He has lived in the An family since he was a child. Although he doesn't know a lot about these works of art, he can get a general idea of ​​them.

This painting is very powerful, and every stroke is rich in the artist's skill, and it is beyond reproach that it was painted by a famous artist.

And this painting features...

It combines meticulous portrayal with unrestrained freehand brushwork, and boldly integrates the bright and rich colors of Western oil paintings into traditional brush and ink.

This, this is totally Master Fu Yan’s style!

The butler's pupils widened, and he couldn't believe what a fine product he was seeing.

Ran Yunqing didn't know who Fu Yan was, but he must be very powerful to make the noble family with countless treasures show such an expression.

She responded vaguely: "She is my junior sister."

Mr. Zhang felt that there was hope and immediately asked, "Can you recommend someone?"

As a famous modern painter, Master Fu Yan has his own unique style.

No one except her can perfectly blend traditional ink and Western ink.

Ran Yunqing shook his head and declined: "My junior sister doesn't come out easily."

Mr. Zhang's excited and happy eyes drooped, and he felt quite regretful.

Master Fu Yan is indifferent to fame and fortune and is a low-key person. No one has seen his true face except the top leaders of the Art Association, and he has produced few paintings.

With his unique style, he created a new form of expression in Chinese painting and amazed an era!
There are only a few paintings of the same style that were created by her.

Because of this, its value even exceeds that of the famous artists of the last century.

It would be a great honor to get to know her, even if it was just to see her from a distance.

And now, Master Fu Yan's paintings were right in front of him...

Mr. Zhang is well aware of the trends of works by all the famous artists, except for Fu Yan... No collector has ever said that he has her paintings.

In other words, they will be the first and only family to collect Master Fu Yan’s paintings!
This incident was so exciting that Mr. Zhang's heartbeat reached an unprecedented high.

He first calmed Ran Yunqing down, "Please wait a moment, I will go and ask my young master, he will give you a good price."

After saying that, he went out and quickly answered the phone.

People over fifty years old can still walk as briskly as the wind.

"Okay... price?" Ran Yunqing was a little confused.

The housekeeper reluctantly looked away from the painting, suppressing his excitement as he explained, "Master Fu Yan's paintings can be called priceless treasures. All of her known works are preserved in the Capital Museum in Beijing. Even if they are on display, they are only on display for one week every three months, and they have never been circulated in the market."

These three are the only works of Master Fu Yan known to the outside world.

They are too precious. Even though customers flock to Master Fu Yan’s paintings every time they are exhibited, the exhibition time is shortened as much as possible.

As a result, she became a guest of honor at the Capital Museum.

Ran Yunqing felt an unprecedented shock. She couldn't believe that the painting Ning Ruchu gave her was worth so much.

The scroll in his hand became too hot and his limbs went weak so he almost dropped it. Fortunately, the butler was quick to catch it and thus avoided the damage of this masterpiece.

"To avoid damaging the painting, let's put it on the table first." The butler put it down carefully.

In less than a quarter of an hour, hurried footsteps were heard outside.

An Junxi burst in through the door, and his voice came before he even arrived: "Where is Master Fu Yan's painting?"

Emotions were so high that basic etiquette was ignored.

The butler immediately spread his hands and showed him the scroll on the table.

"Master, here."

An Junxi couldn't wait to spread it out and take a closer look, and it turned out to be the work of Master Fu Yan!

He turned around immediately and said, "I'm willing to pay half a million for this painting!"

His tone was anxious, fearing that if he was a second late, the deal would fall through.

After a pause, he remembered something and added, "Yesterday's debt can also be written off."

Ran Yunqing hesitated again, her eyes flickered slightly, and she was at a loss.

From her words and actions yesterday, as well as her panic when she heard that she had to pay compensation, An Junxi knew that she was not from a wealthy family.

Five hundred thousand is enough for an ordinary person to live a worry-free life.

An Junxi originally wanted to get some advantage, but seeing her reaction, it was hard to give in.

He once again offered a high price: "One million."

Ran Yunqing had never imagined such a high amount of money and was very excited.

"Miss, you have to think clearly. One million is not a small number." An Junxi advised, and even used honorifics, "Cash must mean more to you than a painting."

These words seemed to awaken Ran Yunqing.

A gleam of light flashed across her eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, she finally made up her mind and nodded.

Just as Master said, the person she cherishes is right beside her, so why should she cling to material things?
The painting was in her hands, and she had to be extra careful to avoid bumps and bumps, and she had to check it regularly, which made Ran Yunqing feel tired. But what Ning Ruchu brought her was far more precious than a painting.

An Junxi came prepared and immediately wrote a check.

When submitting it, he still asked unwillingly: "I wonder if I can have a chance to chat with your junior sister."

Holding the huge check in his hand, Ran Yunqing was very nervous and said in a weak voice: "I will convey your wishes to her. If she agrees, it will be fine."

"Thank you very much." An Junxi smiled slightly, and his warm smile was like a gentle spring breeze, melting the coldness and bringing spring to the whole city.

Ran Yunqing was stunned.

She shook her head, lowered her eyes, and said shyly: "You're welcome."

There was a very light snort of laughter from above his head, and An Junxi said in a gentle voice: "You still have to go pick up A Ling, I'll let the housekeeper take you there."

The housekeeper stepped forward and said, "Miss, please follow me."

They were just polite to her before, but when Ran Yunqing took out the painting, their attitude changed to admiration and they started to address her with honorifics.

……

Walking past the pavilions and towers one by one, we found a large artificial lake in the center of the garden, with a trestle bridge in the narrower part.

The butler took Ran Yunqing across the pier, came to the West Wing Villa, and stopped in front of a building.

When you go in, you will see the ancient architecture blended with modern technology without any sense of incongruity.

The butler stood just by the door, keeping a distance.

Ran Yunqing, who had already walked into the hall, was startled and quickly stepped back to stand with him.

Servants were constantly coming in and out of the room, and luggage of all sizes were piled in the main hall.

Ran Yunqing stood there at a loss, holding the bag containing the check tightly in his hand.

The housekeeper called a servant and asked, "Is the Third Miss ready?"

The servant shook his head and said, "The young lady is still in the backyard. She told us not to disturb her unless her escort arrives."

The housekeeper frowned and said, "Go and inform the young lady that the people from the Luo family are here."

He turned around and explained, "My third daughter is obsessed with martial arts and has an impatient and reckless temper. When she arrives at the Luo family, please ask Madam to discipline her and don't show any mercy."

Ran Yunqing was startled: "Wu?"

She thought it was a dance, but when she heard the word "impatient and reckless", she realized it was different from what she had imagined.

The housekeeper was sweating coldly: "The third young lady... loves to design weapons, and is even more enthusiastic about practicing martial arts."

He pointed to a large iron box and said, "What's in here are all the weapons designed by the Third Miss and made by someone else."

Ran Yunqing swallowed, very surprised.

In other words, the third young lady of the An family is the real-life Shaolin heroine, and she has to live with them!
In just two days, Ran Yunqing experienced too much stimulation.

She staggered and had to hold on to the door frame to keep her balance.

The housekeeper's voice continued: "Miss Third must practice martial arts for at least three hours every day, otherwise she will feel uncomfortable all over. During the period when she is not in school, she must practice martial arts for at least eight hours."

Ran Qingyue:! !
Her eyes widened and her calves trembled with nervousness. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be shocked that her new roommate was a martial arts genius, or be afraid that she would accidentally hurt herself.

"You mean, she is still in school?" Ran Yunqing asked tentatively.

The housekeeper nodded: "Yes, the third young lady is a sophomore in the Beijing Royal Academy."

"That's good." Ran Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief.

She had never been so happy that someone was still in school.

After carefully studying that sentence, Panasonic immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You mean the No. 1 college in China whose graduates all entered the top 50 schools in the world?!"

The butler smiled: "That's right."

Ran Yunqing was dumbfounded.

I heard that it is a real aristocratic school, the campus is converted from ancient buildings, and the tuition fee is hundreds of thousands per year!

What seemed out of reach to her was commonplace to them.

Ran Yunqing once again intuitively felt the gap between himself and the rich.

At the same time, she hated that there were so many rich people in the world, why couldn't there be one more of her? !

There was a tinkling sound coming from the inner room, and a girl in martial arts uniform walked in. The servant just lowered his head and followed her carefully.

An Ling played with the two swords in his hands, made a beautiful sword flower, and fell into the iron box containing the weapons.

She looked over, raised her chin, and asked, "Is she the one sent by the Luo family?"

Different from the gentle and polite An family members that I met before, the tone and gesture of this third young lady were extremely casual.

She brushed the dust off her body, turned up her collar, and walked over in a free and easy manner.

"Let's go." An Ling glanced sideways and directed the servants, "Be careful when carrying my luggage. If you damage it, you won't be able to afford the compensation for your entire working life here!"

After saying this, he raised his head and walked forward, completely ignoring Ran Yunqing.

The housekeeper turned to Ran Yunqing and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Miss San has been spoiled since she was a child and was a little rude. I apologize to you on her behalf. I also hope that the Luo family can tolerate her more."

Ran Yunqing twitched the corner of his mouth.

She couldn't guarantee that.

If Ning Ruochu knew that the third young lady of the An family had such ability, she probably would not agree.

Although it is impossible for her to refuse given her personality, she should be reluctant.

The luggage was checked into the car.

An Ling didn't have many clothes, but he had a lot of weapons, and they couldn't fit in all of them.

The housekeeper had already made the arrangements. "Miss Third, the Luo family will send a special helicopter to transport these things later. You should go there with this young lady and your personal belongings."

"Miss?" An Ling looked at Ran Yunqing for several seconds.

Today she didn't wear the brand-name clothes Ning Ruchu gave her. The style of the clothes was ordinary, the materials were average, and it was obvious at a glance that they looked cheap.

She looked at the housekeeper with contempt and said, "Why do you call everyone Miss?"

The housekeeper blushed and whispered, "Miss San, watch your words!"

An Ling turned his head away with disdain.

People are difficult to deal with, and their personalities are difficult to deal with.

Ran Yunqing didn't know how she would live the rest of her life.

……

They drove to a private helipad, transferred to a helicopter, and finally landed on Pearl Island.

An Ling got off the plane and looked around: "The Luo family is really rich. The whole island is their villa territory."

While she was curious and watching, Ran Yunqing immediately went in and found Ning Ruchu.

When the latter heard the news, he was about to go out to greet him, but when he looked up, he ran into Ran Yunqing who came in hurriedly.

He forcibly dragged her into the room as she was about to go down the stairs.

She looked flustered and was about to speak, but Ning Ruchu spoke first: "How about the painting I gave you?"

Ran Yunqing was stunned for five seconds and exclaimed: "Why didn't you tell me that it was a painting by a Chinese painting master?!"

Ning Ruochu didn't answer, but just asked: "Did the An family pay you?"

The implication is that she already knew the specialness of this painting.

"They gave me a full million!" Ran Yunqing's eyes sparkled with surprise.

Ning Ruochu nodded silently, "I can cheat someone like you who doesn't know the value of things with such a high price, it seems that the value of my paintings is quite high."

Ran Yunqing's eyes froze for a moment, and he couldn't believe it: "That painting, was it you who drew it?!"

(End of this chapter)