43: Chapter 43 was written by my father, how could it be fake?

On Yang Fan's side, he could vaguely hear the two of them discussing something, and they glanced over at him from time to time.

It seemed this second-generation official couldn't help but want to make a move.

Yang Fan smiled slightly; when the time came, they couldn't blame him for being ruthless.

Yang Fan also raised his paddle and called out a bid.

"150 million."

Qin Fan and Tian Zian, who had been laughing, now looked as if they had eaten feces; they felt they had celebrated too early.

After all, this kid was so rich, he was likely going to compete with them.

Qin Fan had already begun to gnash his teeth.

His money was running low, and seeing Yang Fan beckoning him with a finger at this moment made his lungs feel like they were about to explode with rage.

This kid was truly Long Aotian.

"Kid, you've got guts. Just you wait, this car will be mine sooner or later."

Yang Fan used his pinky to pick his ear and said,

"Sigh, that's a phrase I used in elementary school—'Wait for me after school!'"

"I didn't expect you to still be using it at your age."

"Out of money already? How about you borrow some from this friend of yours, the son of the Shanghai Police Bureau Chief?"

"Or how about I give you some time to call your dad and borrow some?"

"I'll have the auctioneer wait for you a bit!"

Qin Fan's chest heaved with anger. His old man would definitely never give him that much money to buy a car like this.

He stood up and left immediately.

Tian Zian, on the other hand, was a bit stunned. His mind was cooling down now; although this person seemed very Long Aotian, he wasn't stupid, otherwise Ye Qingcheng wouldn't have taken the initiative to befriend him.

Furthermore, the fact that Yang Fan could openly mock his Father suggested he wasn't afraid of him at all. His Father might be taken down the moment he showed his face.

After all, if Ye Qingcheng intervened, and he did something reckless, his Father likely wouldn't protect him.

Tian Zian also left dejectedly, but he didn't inform Qin Fan. If Qin Fan could manage to take off one of Yang Fan's arms, that would be fine too.

It had nothing to do with him anymore, after all.

Seeing both of them leave, a round of boos erupted in the venue.

Ye Qingcheng felt helpless. When she first met Yang Fan, she felt he was someone who knew when to yield and when to stand tall.

She didn't expect that after only a few days, he seemed like a different person, becoming somewhat Long Aotian.

"My friend, one of their Fathers is a Bureau Chief, and the other's Father started as a junket operator and now has assets worth hundreds of billions. You've offended both the white and the black sides."

"Do you think your life will be easy from now on?"

Yang Fan looked completely indifferent.

"What are you saying? What does that have to do with me?"

"We are a socialist China. Should I be afraid of some capitalists with gang histories, or a Bureau Chief who serves the people?"

"Am I right? They wouldn't go against the state, would they?"

Ye Qingcheng felt Yang Fan was truly naive.

"Of course they wouldn't dare to on the surface, but what about in the shadows?"

"That's even better. I prefer things in the shadows. I'll leave the surface to you; you have to maintain the country's dignity, you know!"

Yang Fan immediately pinned the responsibility on Ye Qingcheng.

If she didn't handle the surface, she would be disregarding the country's face.

Ye Qingcheng shook her head helplessly. She felt Yang Fan was doomed; the darkness of this world was beyond his imagination.

She stopped speaking.

He would understand once he suffered a major setback.

"Have the female Bodyguards I asked for arrived?"

"They've arrived and are just outside the venue. However, I suggest switching to some male Bodyguards to protect you."

Ye Qingcheng frowned; she didn't want these female soldiers to get hurt.

"Didn't I say? I don't need protection, I have someone protecting me. They just need to protect the people around me."

"My nanny, my dad, and these two beside me."

He was a mobile arsenal and had already begun to possess superpowers—speed and danger perception. He wasn't afraid of anyone.

Ye Qingcheng looked around. Long Aotian had never mentioned sensing anyone protecting Yang Fan.

But he didn't look like he was lying; after all, who would joke with their own life?

"Fine. Just try to offend fewer big shots. They might not bother with you normally, but if you truly enrage them, they can still crush you to death!"

"Money isn't everything!"

Ye Qingcheng warned him once more.

Yang Fan waved his hand dismissively. So what if they were big shots? He could drop nukes!

If they weren't satisfied, they could trade nukes.

After the auction ended, Yang Fan waited in the lounge. Soon, Li Yang brought people over with the items Yang Fan and Li Anlan had won.

"Mr. Yang, everything has been brought over. Where should we deliver the car for you?"

"Also, your two pieces of calligraphy were auctioned for a total of 2.6 billion. After deducting our auction house's 260 million commission and the 1.52 billion for the items you bought, there's 820 million remaining. Shall we transfer it directly to your account?"

"Yes, just transfer it to my card."

"As for the car, keep it here for now. Deliver it to me in a few days."

Yang Fan hadn't even gone to look for a house yet.

[China Construction Bank: 820 million received. Balance: 4.598 billion.]

The auction house's efficiency was truly fast; they deserved to make money.

"This lady seems to really like jewelry. Would you like more, Mr. Yang? Our auction house still has some."

Li Anlan's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

"I do! But I'm out of money."

"Can I exchange more of my Fa... ah, no... Emperor Taizong of Tang's calligraphy?"

Li Anlan knew they hadn't bought a house yet and needed money for that, but they could use other things.

Her Father had written so much; just say how much you want.

Li Yang's mouth hung open. Was the Great Emperor's calligraphy becoming this common now?

It seemed they were just milking the Zhenguan era. And where did she get so many pieces of Emperor Taizong's writing?

"It's possible, but I need to verify the authenticity of the calligraphy first, otherwise it's hard to judge the value."

Li Anlan was about to say, 'Do you really need to judge it? My Father wrote it himself, how could it be fake?'

Yang Fan covered her mouth.

"See how much more jewelry you have for sale and give me a price. If it can be exchanged for calligraphy, I'll bring some over."

"I have authentic works by Wang Xizhi as well as Emperor Taizong's."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Li Yang gulped. Authentic Wang Xizhi?

That was truly a rare treasure.

"Alright, I'll compile a list for you within the next two days."

Li Anlan had already sorted the jewelry into two portions.

She packed one portion and handed it to Jiang Lan.

"Sister, this is your share."

"Ah... I can't take this!"

This was worth several hundred million at least; how could Jiang Lan dare to accept it!

"If you don't take it, how can I establish myself by Brother's side in the future? Besides, it's not like it's anything precious; Brother doesn't lack these!"

Li Anlan's upbringing taught her that a wife should be harmonious with her husband and also with his concubines, so as not to cause the husband worry.

Yang Fan took the items from Li Anlan and handed them to Jiang Lan.

"Keep them."

He didn't expect Li Anlan to have already planned to give half to Jiang Lan. He had intended to give Jiang Lan some from the next batch.

Jiang Lan looked at Li Anlan, whose eyes were clear and sincere. Jiang Lan nodded and took them, tears already welling up in her eyes.

However, Li Yang, standing to the side, was speechless. What did he just hear?

Not precious? Doesn't lack them? Just giving away half like that?