I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

He has regretted it, this painting...he bought it for 300 million RMB!

This was bought five years ago, and it has at least doubled now.

He regrets why he wants to set up this flag, just pick a set of tens of millions of calligraphy and painting and give it away!

I regret it, but how can I take back what I said, and Jiang Siming is still a junior.

President Wang couldn't afford to lose this person, so he could only endure the pain, and he had to take down the painting with a smile and wrap it up with Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming, who took over the painting, said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

After that, he handed the painting to Reba and said: "This is a gift from Uncle Wang, thank you."

Reba froze for a moment, and then said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

"Oh, don't be so polite." The richest man Wang waved his hand indifferently. In fact, his inner world was already sighing.

"By the way, Xiao Jiang, since you are proficient in calligraphy and painting, and come to my study again, then leave the adverbs and I will polish them for you."

Wang Shoufu always wants to win back a city, he wants to make sure that Jiang Siming really has ink.

What if this painting was just Jiang Siming's blind cat ran into a dead mouse?

After all, Qi Baishi's paintings are so famous.

Jiang Siming knew that the richest man Wang was suffering from a wave of blood loss and his heart was unbalanced, but he didn't want to disturb his happiness, so he generously agreed and walked to the desk of the richest man Wang.

Principal Wang fled in and took refuge at this time. As soon as he saw that there were no paintings in the study, he opened his mouth and asked, "Dad, where are Qi Baishi's 12 screens of landscape?"

The richest man Wang was mad when he heard it, and he didn't open the pot and lift the pot.

"What does it have to do with you, go out to entertain guests!"

Upon hearing this, Principal Wang asked inexplicably, "Aren't all the guests in your study?"

The richest man Wang was so speechless, yes, isn't the guest here? What he is talking about.

Reba and Jiang Siming almost couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Then just stay and shut my mouth, don't influence Xiao Jiang to wave a bit."

When President Wang heard that Jiang Siming was about to write, he walked forward with a look of disbelief, and joined the excitement to watch.

The richest man Wang sharpened Jiang Siming's ink, and there happened to be rice paper on the table.

Pen, ink, paper and ink were all available, Jiang Siming picked a wolf pen and glued it with ink.

He raised the pen and stood in front of the table, with his arms straight facing the rice paper, standing far away.

The richest man Wang felt even more surprised when he saw Jiang Siming's posture. Does Jiang Siming know how to calligraphy?

Just thought, Jiang Siming's manual operation!

The wolf hao pen in his hand was swayed wantonly on the rice paper, the iron was painted with silver hooks, and the pen was drawn with dragons and snakes.

The characters that are comparable to calligraphy masters suddenly appeared on paper. The three people in the study were all dumbfounded, including Wang Shoufu's wife who also walked in later.

The four of them stood by, looking at Jiang Siming's indulgent calligraphy in shock.

After a few moments, Jiang Siming stopped writing, and on the rice paper, a poem "Jiang Chengzi: A Hunting in Mizhou" was done.

This poem is included in the high school text, but it is also very suitable for Wang Shoufu.

The old man talks about being a teenager. Isn't it the character of the richest man Wang? Even if he is almost 60, he is still in the market.

Finally, looking northwest, shooting Sirius is a kind of ambition, and it also coincides with the business ideals of the richest man in the king.

Seeing this word and words, Wang Shoufu is like a treasure, which excites him more than seeing Wu Guanzhong's "Spring Snow".

"Xiaojiang, okay, okay! You calligraphy, I dare to pat my chest to guarantee that no one can write better than you in the calligraphy that still exists!"

The richest man Wang looked at Jiang Siming's eyes as if he was looking at the son he had imagined in his mind before President Wang was born.

Before the birth of the child, every parent must have a vision for the future of the child, what appearance, talent, and genius in every aspect.

The richest man Wang naturally had this kind of imagination, but after President Wang was born and raised, his illusions were shattered.

Today he finally got to see what he imagined his son was like, Jiang Siming.

Birth is like Sun Zhongmou, this is the ancient times.

Now, the richest man Wang wants to say that giving birth is like Jiang Siming!

At the same time, he is also extremely envious of Jiang Siming's parents. These two couples must have saved the earth in their previous lives.

"Don't say that, Uncle Wang, I just wrote it for fun." Jiang Siming began to be humble.

Principal Wang is well aware of this guy's urination, this wave of humility is not humility at all, but secretly pretending to be forced under the banner of humility!

"By the way, Xiao Jiang, you don't have a title yet. Hurry up and give me a name. I'll find someone to mount it, just to fill Qi Baishi's vacancy."

The richest man Wang urged.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but write his name at the end of the pen.

"Do you have a chapter?"

The richest man Wang asked, Zhang Zi is the final seal. Generally, the calligraphy and painting of celebrities will have seals.

"This is really nothing." Jiang Siming smiled bitterly.

"That's okay, wait until you come again next time, bring it over, and help Uncle print one." Wang Shoufu said seriously.

Seeing that he was so serious, Jiang Siming readily agreed.

Although he doesn't have a seal at all, it doesn't matter, just get one.

After putting the writing away properly, Wang Shoufu took everyone out of the study.

The nanny at home just made the meal. Five people are sitting in the dining room. The richest man Wang seems to be very happy today. He even opened a bottle of red wine and Jiang Siming toasted for a drink.

"Xiaojiang, uncle Wang's house will be yours in the future. When you come to the imperial capital, stop staying at the hotel, just come to my place. The hotel is no better than this. Later, I will ask Aunt Lin to give you the key to the house. You come anytime, even if we You can live here anytime without you," said the richest man Wang.

Reba was surprised with her little tongue sticking out.

Have you seen anyone who greets guests and gives them the keys to their house. Obviously, Jiang Siming's position in Wang's richest man's heart is far higher than the word'guest'.

"This...then I am disrespectful." Seeing that Wang's richest wife's wife also agreed, Jiang Siming agreed.

It's hard for him to refuse this kind of hospitality.

Satiated with wine and food, Wang Shoufu took Jiang Siming to sit in his waterfront yard, chatting and eating snacks.

"Xiaojiang, I heard Xiao Cong say that your goal for Yinghuan this time is Johnson & Johnson, are you sure?" Wang Shoufu asked, lying on the sun lounger.

Jiang Siming was also lying down, picking up the cherry on the table and throwing it into his mouth.

"Well, that's right."

"Johnson & Johnson is one of the top 100 companies in the world, are you really sure to engage them?" Wang Shoufu said.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Of course it wasn't against them. How could I get their iron fist, just taking advantage of the fire."

"What is the news that makes you so confident?" Wang Shoufu asked.

Jiang Siming didn't hide it, and replied: "Johnson & Johnson has a talcum powder product, which has the potential to cause cancer. Wait. This news is estimated to spread in the United States in two days."

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The fourth one is out!