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"Honey, are you okay? You are already this old and still fighting like a teenager. Xiao Jin, why is it you?"

Fang Yuan heard from Zhou Quan that Tong Wenjie had a fight with a colleague from the company, and the other party was a woman. She always thought it was Jenny, but she didn't expect it to be Xiao Jin.

"Hmph, let's go back and talk."

Although they signed the settlement, Tong Wenjie still felt unsatisfied; since the big boss had spoken, Fang Yuan had no choice but to follow behind him in disappointment.

"What's going on? You're fighting with Xiao Jin. That's not like your style."

After getting in the car, Fang Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"This ungrateful bastard is going too far. Fang Yuan, I may have to resign as well. I can't stay in that place any longer."

It would be a lie to say that I have no regrets, after all, I have been in this place for so many years.

"Just quit if you want to. Our savings are far from being depleted." Fang Yuan didn't care much and said while driving.

"Oh, if I had known this, I wouldn't have bought this Porsche. Honey, we won't really live off our savings, will we?"

The car Fang Yuan is driving now is a newly bought Porsche Cayenne. Tong Wenjie persuaded him to buy it after he resigned, just to save face in front of his relatives and friends.

"Okay, I bought everything, don't think too much, get back to business, tell me, how did you get into a fight with Xiao Jin."

Fang Yuan was really curious. Tong Wenjie could fight with her boss when she got angry, but it was unlikely that she would hit her subordinates.

Tong Wenjie also wanted to express her inner distress, so she told Fang Yuan what had happened in the company.

"Are you sure your report was altered by Xiao Jin, not that Jenny?"

It’s not that he doesn’t trust his wife, Fang Yuan just thinks it’s better to be cautious about this kind of thing.

"It's her. If it was Jenny, I wouldn't have been fooled so easily. She confessed to the crime in the office. It's hard to describe a person's true nature. You can only know his face but not his heart."

Tong Wenjie was devastated after being betrayed by her own apprentice, the person she trusted most in the company.

"Okay, don't be sad. Every failure is a learning experience. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you."

If you are in a bad mood, have a good meal to replenish your mood.

"Yuanyuan, you are so kind. I have been thinking these days that it is a good thing that you found that opportunity, otherwise how would we live now?"

Tong Wenjie was both relieved and scared.

"Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly. Maybe it's because of the bargain I got that we left one after another. After all, it's impossible for our family to take all the benefits."

"You have a point. Maybe it's because I don't deserve the position I hold that I've suffered such a loss. Why don't we go make a donation tomorrow?"

Fang Yuan just said it casually, but he didn't expect Tong Wenjie to take it seriously.

"You still believe this? Okay, okay, I'll go to the orphanage with you tomorrow and donate some money. Just consider it a charity."

.........

There was no evening self-study on Friday, so when Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie got home, Fang Yifan and Lin Lei'er were already there.

"Mom, what's wrong with your face? Did someone scratch it? Did you have a fight?"

Women only have two ways to fight: pulling hair and scratching faces;

Although Tong Wenjie had the advantage, Xiao Jin also gained something.

"Well, I met a crazy woman, and she recognized the wrong person."

As a parent, Tong Wenjie simply couldn't admit in front of her own child that she had a fight.

"Okay, your mom did fight with someone; but she fought back because she was bullied, she didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, you have to know this."

This matter also resulted in Tong Wenjie's unemployment. Fang Yuan felt that he couldn't hide it, so he might as well tell Fang Yifan and the others directly.

"Mom, which crazy woman dares to bully you? Tell me and I will help you vent your anger."

Not only Fang Yifan, Lin Lei'er also looked eager to try.

"Well, I didn't suffer any loss. That person was injured much more seriously than me."

Tong Wenjie noticed the concern of her son and nephew, but how could she let them stand up for her?

"Really?"

"It has to be true. I can testify to this. That person is much worse off than your mother. His face is scratched so badly that it's unrecognizable."

Although Xiao Jin was miserable, it was not as exaggerated as Fang Yuan described.

"Mom, why are you fighting?"

Fang Yifan remembered that this didn't happen in the original drama, and Tong Wenjie's bad temper was only directed at himself and Fang Yuan, she was very kind to other people.

"Why are you asking so many questions? This is our adult business and has nothing to do with a child like you."

Tong Wenjie didn't want Fang Yifan and the others to be exposed to the social intrigues too early, so she spoke vaguely.

Chapter 130 Qiao Weidong's Explosion

"I'm eighteen, 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. They were scratched by a woman. The one who fought with you was a woman."

Fang Yifan was very sure of this.

"Yes, you observe very carefully."

Fang Yuan’s point of view is opposite to Tong Wenjie’s; one should not have the intention to harm others, but one must be on guard against others. He thinks that children of this age should know some things.

“Women fight because of three things:

Husband, kids, money; Dad and I are doing fine, why are you fighting with others over money?

No, you are not short of money recently. Dad just said that someone bullied you because of money, and then you got angry and fought with her. "

Fang Yifan continued.

"Saying it's because of money is a bit vague, but it's also your fault, right?"

Tong Wenjie didn't expect that her son was so capable.

"Fighting happens during the day. You spend most of your time at the company during the day. You fight at the company."

Fang Yifan guessed while looking at Tong Wenjie's micro-expression.

"My son is not bad, he is a divine fortune teller, he has 80% of my ability."

Fang Yuan said shamelessly.

"Boss, no; client, no; colleague? Subordinate? You had a fight with your subordinate, that Xiao Jin?"

"Amazing, really amazing, son, how did you guess that?"

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

"The first part is analysis and speculation, and the second part is what my mother told me."

In order to make Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie stop treating him as a child, Fang Yifan started to act cool.

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

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

Lin Lei'er interrupted.

"Micro-expressions?"

This is Tong Wenjie's blind spot in knowledge.

“Micro-expressions are part of the micro-reactions to psychological stress. They are based on human instincts, are not controlled by the mind, and cannot be concealed or disguised.

No matter how good a person is at pretending, he will show micro-expressions the first moment he encounters effective stimulation, and his pretending can only appear after the micro-expressions. "

Fang Yifan explained.

"So if you know how to read micro-expressions, no one can lie to you?"

"Mom, you were a little excited when you said this, and your speaking speed was different from usual. You were just cheated by someone. Was it that Xiao Jin? I think I know why you two fought."

Fang Yifan looked confident.

"Okay, you just know how to show off in front of me. Fang Yuan, I'm hungry, you go and cook."

Tong Wenjie was a little angry and embarrassed after being analyzed clearly.

Having suffered such a great injustice, she naturally wanted to find a good friend to complain to; after dinner, Tong Wenjie went to Song Qian's house, and Fang Yifan went with her on the pretext of visiting 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 to see her. Hey, Lao Qiao is here too. He's a rare guest. I hope he won't disturb your family reunion."

Tong Wenjie joked with a smile.

"Who is he from the same family? He is so shameless that he won't leave no matter how hard we try. I am only doing this for Yingzi's sake..."

Song Qian's words were as arrogant as they could be.

"Wenjie and Fanfan are here, please take a seat."

Qiao Weidong really didn't consider himself an outsider, and actually stood up to greet Tong Wenjie and Fang Yifan.

"Fanfan, I heard recently that your painting is hard to come by. When you have time, you can 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. By chance, Qiao Weidong learned the market price of Fang Yifan's oil paintings.

He didn't believe it at first, but after making inquiries from many sources, he had to accept this reality; the Fang Yifan he knew really became the oil painting master that others talked about.

"Market price? Fang Yifan, are you going to school to cheat teachers and classmates out of their money again?"

For fear that the money in his slush fund might be confiscated, Fang Yifan never told Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie that he had a professional agent to help sell his paintings.

"How much can I get by selling paintings at school, five hundred, one thousand?

The current market price of a custom portrait of Fanfan is 500,000 yuan. It is the kind that only goes up and never down, and we refuse bargaining. Don't you and Fangyuan know this?"

Seeing Tong Wenjie looking confused, Qiao Weidong was sure that she really didn't know.

"Five hundred thousand for one painting, Fang Yifan, is that you, the person your uncle Qiao was talking about?"

Although Qiao Weidong looked confident, his words were discounted in front of Tong Wenjie.

"How can it be half a million?"

"I'll just say it."

Tong Wenjie was about to say that Qiao Weidong was unreliable, but she was shocked by her son's next words.

"Five hundred thousand was the initial price. Now I'm too lazy to buy anything without eight hundred thousand. I have to give the agent a commission and pay taxes, so I don't get much money."

Fang Yifan doesn't like to lie, he just likes to hide things; if he can't hide it anymore, he'll just pretend.

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

Qiao Weidong is a businessman. The goods are in short supply, so raising the price is normal in his opinion. However, Tong Wenjie and Song Qian were confused.

"Fang Yifan, you can sell a painting for 80 now. Who is helping you sell the paintings?"

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

Fang Yifan explained, fearing that Tong Wenjie would worry unnecessarily.

"The great painter Yang Yi, your little aunt? If she introduced us, then there shouldn't be any problem."

At the beginning, Tong Wenjie had that concern.

"Mom, there can't be a problem. We have a sales contract, taxes have been paid, and the state has guaranteed me."

Having just suffered a loss, Tong Wenjie now thinks everyone she sees is a liar.

"Wait, you sold one painting for 80, where is the money you made from the sale of the paintings?"

As luck would have it, the thing Fang Yifan was most worried about was noticed by Tong Wenjie.

"I saved the money from selling the paintings. Next time when I can round it up to an even number, I'll transfer it to you all at once."

Fearing that Tong Wenjie would continue to pester him, Fang Yifan agreed to hand it over voluntarily.

"That's better. Give me your phone so I can see how much money you have now."

"Why rush now? I'll go home and show it to you."