Jiang Xiaomei thought about it and it made sense. This time, she shifted her attention to Zhao Xiaofei. She asked, "You're so young and you already have back pain. Have you been bewitched by some vixen? Otherwise, why would your back hurt?"
"You! Go downstairs and move all those boxes later. I want to see if your waist hurts!" Zhao Xiaofei felt guilty, but spoke with confidence.
"Okay, okay, okay! You are the boss! What you said is right! But how much are so many things worth?" Jiang Xiaomei asked.
"Hundreds of billions should be no problem, but we can't sell them all at once. Otherwise, we won't be able to sell them at a high price, and the entire market will be driven down to dirt-cheap prices by these things of ours," said Zhao Xiaofei.
When Jiang Xiaomei heard the phrase "tens of billions," she paused. She hurriedly began to get dressed. Zhao Xiaofei asked, "Where are you going? Are you sick?"
"I'm going downstairs to see if the door is locked. I'll have someone buy a few dozen safes tomorrow!" Jiang Xiaomei said, and rushed downstairs. The tens of billions of dollars in stuff was too much for her. She also wanted to see the gold in the box, and what the antique calligraphy and paintings looked like.
Zhao Xiaofei watched Jiang Xiaomei leave, then reluctantly got up and put on his clothes. This was the first time he'd carefully inspected the apartment, and overall, it felt pretty good: Nordic style, simple decor, and plenty of space.
When I came downstairs, I saw Jiang Xiaomei opening a box and taking out a porcelain vase from it. After a while, she took out a painting and opened the scroll to look at it carefully.
Zhao Xiaofei smiled and said, "Do you understand? Put it back!"
"Who said I can't understand? Ever since you said you wanted to study antique calligraphy and painting, I signed up for a class and learned a little bit." Jiang Xiaomei said unconvinced.
"Okay! Do you see what it means?" Zhao Xiaofei asked.
"Is this from the Song Dynasty? It looks like a painting by Wu Daozi, but are there any authentic paintings by Wu Daozi on the market?" Jiang Xiaomei said.
"Forget it! Wu Daozi was from the Tang Dynasty and was known as the Saint of Painting. This is a landscape painting he painted for Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. Can't you see the seal of Emperor Xuanzong at the bottom?" Zhao Xiaofei said. He remembered that he had once gone to the home of an official from the Ministry of Revenue. In order for him to give each of their family members an injection, they were willing to pay tens of thousands of taels of silver. As a result, he asked him if he had any calligraphy and paintings from the Tang and Song dynasties, or porcelain from the Song Dynasty, or even Yuan Dynasty porcelain! As a result, the guy directly took out a painting. Lan Banzhang took a look at it and said to Zhao Xiaofei: "Your Majesty! This is a painting by Wu Daozi, worth tens of thousands of taels of silver!" So the painting became his.
"Hehe! I remembered it wrong. How much is this painting worth?" Jiang Xiaomei asked.
"The starting price is about 100 million!" said Zhao Xiaofei.
When Jiang Xiaomei heard the starting price of 100 million, her hands began to tremble. She quickly rolled up the scroll and put it back. Zhao Xiaofei smiled and said, "How is it? Surprising? Surprising? We can stay at home and not work every day. We will never spend all this money. Open that box. It's full of jewelry from the Ming Dynasty. Take whatever you like. This is my betrothal gift to you."
Jiang Xiaomei stood there stupidly, looking at the boxes around her. Zhao Xiaofei approached and opened another box. Inside was a whole box of jewelry, all new. He had bought them at a jewelry store in Qianmen, Ming Dynasty, just for Jiang Xiaomei.
Jiang Xiaomei took a jade hairpin from Zhao Xiaofei and said, "I think I need to grow my hair longer! Otherwise, I won't be able to wear all these jewels!"
"Only nouveau riche wear them like that! People in the Ming Dynasty wore these things for different occasions. Do you think this is a TV drama? Don't be silly! Come! I'll put them on you!" Zhao Xiaofei skillfully tied up Jiang Xiaomei's hair, and then put on the jade hairpin.
Jiang Xiaomei happily hugged Zhao Xiaofei, kissed him and took the initiative to take off his clothes. Zhao Xiaofei just responded a few times, then pushed her away and said, "I'm too tired! Let's chat tomorrow! Okay?" Zhao Xiaofei was really tired. He had a big fight with Li Sihong before leaving yesterday, and moved so many boxes today. He was completely exhausted.
Jiang Xiaomei was a little unhappy, but she didn't say anything, so she asked, "What are you talking about?"
"How is the company's recruitment going?" asked Zhao Xiaofei.
"We hired an accountant, a lawyer, and a human resources person. We are still recruiting sales people, but it is not easy to recruit such people. There are too few people who understand Ming Dynasty furniture," said Jiang Xiaomei.
"It's okay! This position is very important, and we would rather have no one than have someone who is not qualified. What has your brother been doing recently? Didn't you say that he should come to work in our company? Can you keep an eye on him?" Zhao Xiaofei asked.
"He went out to play! I heard he met a girl who borrowed 30,000 yuan from me, but I don't know where she went?" Jiang Xiaomei said. She got angry when she mentioned her disappointing brother.
"What's going on with that girl? Do you know?" Zhao Xiaofei asked.
"I've only met her twice. She seems to be from Yunnan. She's quite pretty!" said Jiang Xiaomei.
"Then your brother was taken away by that girl? As his sister, why didn't you stop him?" Zhao Xiaofei asked.
"How can I stop him? He's already grown up, I can't stop him!" said Jiang Xiaomei.
"He can't leave without money! You gave him so much." Zhao Xiaofei said.
"He lent me money, and he has to pay it back!" Jiang Xiaomei said.
"Haha! I used to borrow money from my brother often, and I never paid him back. Your money is like throwing meat buns at a dog, it will never come back!" said Zhao Xiaofei.
"Hey! You've become powerful now that you're rich? Who are you calling a dog? My brother is a dog, so what am I? Explain it to me clearly. Who is the dog?" Jiang Xiaomei seized on his mistake and patted Zhao Xiaofei on the head.
"I'm a dog! I'm a dog!" Zhao Xiaofei quickly admitted his mistake.
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