16: Chapter 16: Encountering a Max-Level Player Upon Leaving the Village?

"Sir, could you come to the Jiahe Auction House? Someone here wants to purchase these calligraphy works directly from you!"

Yang Fan was a bit confused. Didn't I ask you to auction them? How can someone buy them directly?

Doesn't your auction house want to make money?

"I'll be there in a while."

He hung up the phone after saying that.

Jiang Lan had finally seen her family.

Her family knew that she had a girlfriend, and now that they knew she had money, they wouldn't arrange blind dates or anything like that for her anymore.

After saying goodbye to her family, Jiang Lan drove to the Jiahe Auction House.

"How is the contact for the rice going?"

"Still negotiating. They will only give it to us for 2 yuan per jin at most; they absolutely won't go down to 1.9."

"Hmm... let's just do that. Go rent a warehouse, then have them ship the rice over. We'll cover the shipping costs."

Yang Fan knew that there was actually room to push the price down, which required experience and negotiation. Jiang Lan was a newcomer, and she clearly didn't know how.

But it didn't matter; 2 yuan per jin was within his acceptable range.

"Alright, Boss. I've already found a location for the warehouse and checked the price. A 3,000-square-meter warehouse costs 900,000 a year."

"Fine. Have them prepare the contract and come over. We can sign the contract with them directly, and then they can start shipping."

"Find a place, invite both parties out, and tell them to hurry up."

"Also, tell the warehouse owner that all cameras around the warehouse must be removed before signing."

Ten thousand tons—he didn't know how long it would take to transport. He expected to have major transactions with Emperor Taizong of Tang in the future, so he needed to make the other party recognize his strength.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to trick good things out of Emperor Taizong of Tang in the future.

Jiang Lan could understand what Yang Fan said earlier.

But what was the meaning of having all the cameras removed?

Wasn't he afraid of being robbed with such a large warehouse...

"Boss, are you sure you want to remove the surveillance?"

"Yes, around the warehouse and inside the warehouse; cameras are not needed."

"Alright, I understand."

Although Jiang Lan said she understood, her mind was already running wild.

Was the boss going to do some illegal business? Would she end up selling herself out again?

The two walked into the Jiahe Auction House, where someone was already waiting for them, and they were ushered into a VIP room.

There were three people in the VIP room. One was Li Yang, whom he had met before, who was an appraiser.

One was a middle-aged man whose exact age was hard to tell, but he looked in good health and seemed to pay great attention to maintenance.

There was also a beautiful woman sitting in the middle seat, and the two men seemed more like they were accompanying her.

"Mr. Yang, you're here."

"Let me introduce you."

Li Yang stood up when he saw Yang Fan.

"This is my boss, surnamed Tian. You can just call him President Tian."

"This is Ms. Ye Qingcheng, from the capital."

Both of them stood up to shake hands with Yang Fan.

Yang Fan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw Ye Qingcheng's outfit.

If you called her beautiful, she was truly absurdly beautiful: an oval face, giving people a sense of peace and prosperity, dignified and grand.

In ancient times, this woman would definitely be a femme fatale.

Her temperament was absolutely stunning; not to mention anything else, she was a rich girl, and her face had no obvious flaws. Even if there were any, they had probably been taken care of long ago.

It's just that in the middle of summer, this person was wearing a white coat identical to Anne Hathaway's, with black silk stockings and high heels on her lower body.

This outfit looked custom-made at a glance...

[Image] AI Ye Qingcheng, delete if infringing.

If it were winter, Yang Fan wouldn't say anything, but this was summer!!!!

Yang Fan shook hands with both of them, and no introduction was needed.

He guessed they had already investigated his entire family.

The person in the middle was clearly the daughter of a big shot.

Even the boss of such a large company as Jiahe Auction House came to accompany her personally, and it was obvious that she was the main focus.

Yang Fan didn't think he had any privacy in front of such people.

But he wasn't worried; it was the same old saying: if things didn't work out, he would just send his family to the Tang Dynasty.

So Yang Fan didn't care and sat down opposite them with Jiang Lan.

"Is this the beautiful lady who wants to buy privately? Which calligraphy work do you want to buy?"

"Calligraphy like this shouldn't appear in a family like yours."

Ye Qingcheng didn't answer Yang Fan's question but said this casually.

Everyone present knew exactly what she meant, and even Jiang Lan looked curious.

"Oh?"

"Then where do you think it should appear? Does only a family like yours deserve it?"

Yang Fan's words made Ye Qingcheng frown slightly.

"You don't need to be so hostile. My family were farmers three generations ago; I don't mean to look down on you."

"I'm just curious about the origin of the items. I want to talk directly to the person behind you about the price of these calligraphy works."

Ye Qingcheng guessed that Yang Fan was just someone pushed to the forefront; after all, the investigation into him was too clear.

A few days ago, this guy even had the idea of selling his kidney, but unfortunately, he was diagnosed with kidney failure.

Moreover, he had also sold a ten-liang gold ingot from the Tang Dynasty.

It might have been the reward given to him by the person behind him.

Yang Fan smiled.

The person behind him?

Wasn't that Emperor Taizong of Tang? After all, these things were all traded from Emperor Taizong of Tang.

"I can handle it."

"Make your offer. If it's suitable, I'll sell it to you."

Yang Fan wasn't a stubborn person either. If it were auctioned, he would have to wait for some time.

"I'm buying it for the elders in my family. I can't come up with too much money, I just want that calligraphy work by Emperor Taizong of Tang."

"I'll offer 300 million, and let my grandfather owe you a favor."

Ye Qingcheng also knew that being able to produce calligraphy from top dignitaries of the Early Tang Dynasty, preserved in such perfect condition, meant it certainly wasn't easy to see.

So she went straight to the point and revealed her trump card.

Yang Fan laughed. He didn't know where she got the confidence that a favor was worth 1 billion?

"I don't think anyone's favor is worth 1 billion."

"So, do you understand?"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, the President Tian that Li Yang mentioned coughed frantically.

He quickly stood up, walked to Yang Fan's side, and whispered in Yang Fan's ear:

"Her family has connections that can reach the heavens... reach the heavens!!!"

"If you don't give her face, we won't dare to auction your items."

"Believe me, her grandfather's favor is really worth much more than this calligraphy work! If you get into trouble in the country, everything can be settled directly!"

Tian Hongsheng roared inwardly, why couldn't this kid see the situation clearly?

Although such people wouldn't directly make things difficult for them—after all, they weren't worthy—

but if she just said that this company was terrible! There would be plenty of people who would make things difficult for them.

The kind of trouble that could directly ruin his company.

Yang Fan's mouth twitched. Had he just left the newbie village only to encounter a max-level big boss?

Although he really didn't want to sell her this favor, he still had to.

Although he wasn't afraid of her, there was no need to offend her over a piece of calligraphy. It wasn't anything precious; Emperor Taizong of Tang could still live for decades and write countless pieces of calligraphy.

It wouldn't be too much to make Emperor Taizong of Tang work hard.

Besides, didn't Ye Qingcheng pay money too? Plus there was a huge favor; he wasn't losing out.

"Ahem."

Yang Fan coughed awkwardly. A real man knows when to yield and when to stand firm.

Yang Fan took the initiative to sit in the seat where President Tian had been sitting, reached out his hand, and said:

"Um, Ye Qingcheng, right? Let's be friends. I think some people's favors are priceless!"