The Richest Man Yang Fei

Li Yanan grabbed Yang Fei's hand in a hurry.

Yang Fei felt that Li Yanan's hands were pale, slender, and thin, but the skinny was very strong.

"Sister Li, don't worry, listen to me." Yang Fei patted the back of her hand and said in a warm voice, "This money comes from a legitimate source and is a legitimate income."

"You make it clear, whose money is it?"

"your."

"I can't have so much money."

"Sister Li, do you remember the paintings you threw away?"

"Drawing? I don't even remember."

"I found it. In the Harvard University Art Exhibition Hall, there are a total of 308 paintings. In your name, I opened two exhibitions and sold a total of 50 million U.S. dollars, equivalent to 400 million yuan."

"What?" Li Yanan shuddered slightly, she couldn't believe what Yang Fei said.

Her paintings thrown away as waste paper, Yang Fei sold 400 million in the United States?

Yang Fei smiled and said, "I sold it for you. Of course I have to make money. I will take half of the operating expenses. So, you can divide it into 200 million. Sister Li, what do you think?"

Li Yanan reacted from the shock and shook her head and said, "I can't ask for them. I have thrown away those paintings. The ones you pick up are yours. How much do you sell is your business, and they are all. Your money, I cannot divide your money."

In fact, she didn't believe Yang Fei's words at all.

Although she painted the paintings with great care and devoted time and effort, she never felt that her paintings were worth so much money.

She didn't believe it, nor did Guo Tao next to him.

Li Yanan is not a famous painter. She doesn't even have the title of a painting academy or painting association. Can her paintings sell for hundreds of millions?

Mostly Yang Fei made up a kind lie to comfort Li Yanan, right?

Or does Yang Fei want to use Li Yanan to operate this project?

Yang Fei saw through Li Yanan's thoughts and said, "Sister Li, I will tell you a story. You may have heard of this story."

Li Yanan looked at him and listened to him.

Yang Fei said: "At the beginning of the 19th century, there was an ordinary farmhouse in Howworth in North Yorkshire, England. The father was a poor pastor of the local Anglican Church, and the mother was a housewife. The family had six children, five daughters, and the youngest. His son. Not long after the birth of the youngest son, his mother died of cancer."

Li Yanan flashed her eyes and listened curiously.

Guo Tao heard it too, and said: "Then this family has lost his mother, so it's a hard life!"

Yang Fei said, "Yes, my father has very little income. The family life is hard and bleak. Howards is a mountainous area in a remote area. Young children can only play in the swamp. Fortunately, his father is from Cambridge St. John's College. A graduate with profound knowledge, he often teaches his children to read, instructs them to read books, newspapers and magazines, and tells them stories. This is the only joy the children can have since the death of their mother."

"When the children grew up, their father sent them to a boarding school where only the children of the poor were admitted. The conditions there were extremely poor, but the school regulations were very strict. The children were punished every week when they had no food all year round. On Sunday, I had to walk a few miles to church in the severe cold or heat. Due to the bad conditions, typhoid fever became popular in the school the following year. Both sisters contracted the disease. They were sent home in pain within a few days. died."

"In order to take care of her younger brother in school, my elder sister tried every means to make money. She became a tutor and wrote some poems and submitted it to the newspaper, but she was ruthlessly rejected. One editor even replied a letter saying: Literature is not a woman. Their career should not be a women’s career. The three sisters were not discouraged, but still happily creating and co-founded a school. However, they never expected that they did not wait for a student for a few months. But he waited for the officials who came to collect taxes."

"Oh my God, the four brothers and sisters are really too bitter." Li Yanan tightened her heart.

"The ideal of running a school was shattered. The three sisters felt that there might be a way out for writing. They assembled their respective poems and published the first collection of poems at their own expense. Unfortunately, although their poems were beautifully written, they did not get the chance. With the attention of the world, only two collections of poems have been sold."

"Reality hits the three sisters time and time again. Time has never spared them. Soon, they are all thirty years old, and nothing has been achieved."

"However, no matter how cruel the world is, the three sisters have always lived an optimistic life and never gave up the hobby of writing. They took all the sufferings that life gave them as material for writing. Finally, the three sisters wrote one each. The long story was sent to the publishing house, and two of them were accepted and prepared for publication, but unfortunately, Miss Three’s was beaten back."

"Miss San didn't give up, she started another creation and became famous in one fell swoop."

"Oh, Miss Third, her name is Charlotte, and her work is "Jane Eyre". Her two younger sisters, one named Emily, created "Wuthering Heights", and the fifth younger sister named Anne, created "Agnes Gray. The three sisters, known as the Three Bronte Sisters, are household names in the UK and have a very high reputation in the history of world literature."

Yang Fei's voice is gentle and magnetic, talking in a whisper.

Li Yanan listened, but for some reason, she was already in tears.

She was moved by the persistence and non-giving of the three Bronte sisters, and also grateful for Yang Fei to tell this story and enlighten herself.

Yang Fei looked at her eyes and said: "Sister Li, your conditions are better than those of the three Bronte sisters. I don’t know how many times better. You are gold, but you don’t know it. What you should do the most, Just be yourself, pick up your paintbrush, and continue to create."

Li Yanan slowly closed her eyes, cupped her face in her hands, and gently shook her head.

Yang Fei said: "You must not know how popular your paintings are when they are exhibited in the United States! Each of your paintings has sold for an average of $170,000 to $80,000! Now, if you go to the United States , You will find what a well-known Chinese beauty painter you are!"

After listening to Yang Fei’s story in shock, Guo Tao said: “This kind of thing is true. Many painters have fragrance in the walls. Comrade Yanan, you are amazing! You are a great painter!”

Li Yanan's tears ~www.NovelMTL.com~ have not stopped.

She was moved by the story Yang Fei told, and she was also moved by everything Yang Fei did for her.

In this world, her heart has always been lonely and incomprehensible.

None of her parents, her deceased husband, her colleagues, or her friends are optimistic about her hobbies. Everyone thinks that painting can be an occasional hobby, but it is wishful thinking to be a career. , Even the performance of not doing business properly.

Only Yang Fei continued to encourage and support her, and also helped her sell her paintings to the United States. At Harvard University, the world's largest university, she helped her realize her dream of opening an exhibition!

Li Yanan finally couldn't help it. She desperately broke through all the worldly obstacles in her heart, threw herself into Yang Fei's arms, hugged him tightly, letting tears flow freely, and wet his expensive suit.

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