The Richest Man Yang Fei

In desperation, Li Yanan grabbed Yang Fei's hand.

Yang Fei felt that Li Yanan's hands were pale, slender, and thin, but bony yet powerful.

"Sister Li, don't worry, just listen to me." Yang Fei patted the back of her hand and said in a gentle voice, "This money came from a legitimate source and is obtained legally."

"Tell me clearly, whose money is it?"

"your."

"I can't have that much money."

"Sister Li, do you still remember those paintings you threw away?"

"Painting? I don't even remember."

"I found it. There are a total of 308 paintings in the art exhibition hall of Harvard University in the United States. In your name, I opened two art exhibitions and sold a total of 50 million US dollars, equivalent to 400 million yuan."

"What?" Li Yanan trembled slightly, and couldn't believe Yang Fei's words.

Those paintings she threw 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 want to make money. I'll take half of the operating expenses, so you can share 200 million. Sister Li, what do you think?"

Li Yanan reacted from the shock, shook her head and said: "I can't take it. I have already thrown away those paintings. If you pick them up, they are yours. How much you sell is your business, and it is also up to you." Your money, I can't share your money."

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

Although she painted those paintings with all her heart and devoted her time and effort, she never felt that her paintings could be worth so much money.

She didn't believe it, and Guo Tao next to her didn't believe it either.

Li Yanan is not a famous painter, and she doesn't even have the title of a painting academy or painting association. How many millions of her paintings can be sold?

It's probably a kind lie made up by Yang Fei to comfort Li Yanan, right?

Or, Yang Fei wants to use Li Yanan to operate this project?

Yang Fei saw through Li Yanan's thoughts,

Said: "Sister Li, let me tell you a story, you may have heard of this story."

Li Yanan looked at him and listened to him.

Yang Feidao: "At the beginning of the 19th century, there was an ordinary farm family in Howarth, Yorkshire, northern England. The father was a poor priest from the local Anglican Church, and the mother was a housewife. There were six children in the family, five daughters, and one youngest. Not long after the birth of the youngest son, the mother died of cancer."

Li Yanan blinked her eyes and listened curiously.

Guo Tao also listened to it, and said: "Then this family, having lost their mother, has a very difficult life!"

Yang Fei said: "Yes, my father has very little income, and the whole family's life is difficult and desolate. Howarth is a remote mountainous area in the backcountry. The young children can only play in the swamp. Fortunately, my father is a student of St. John's College, Cambridge. A graduate with great knowledge, he often teaches his children to read, guides them to read books, newspapers and magazines, and tells them stories. This is the only fun that children have had 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 could enter. The conditions there were extremely poor, but the school rules were very strict. On the first day, I had to walk several miles to the church to worship in the severe cold or scorching heat. Due to the poor conditions, typhoid fever prevailed in the school in the second year, and both sisters contracted the disease. died."

"In order to take care of my younger brother to go to school, my elder sister tried every means to make money. She worked as a tutor and wrote some poems and submitted them to newspapers, but they were all rejected mercilessly. One editor even wrote back a letter, writing: literature, not women It should not be a career for women, nor should it be a career for women. The three sisters were not discouraged, they were still creating happily, and jointly founded a school. However, they never expected that within a few months, they had not waited for a student. But they waited for the officials who came to collect taxes.”

"Oh my god, these four siblings are really suffering." 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 poems and published their first collection of poems at their own expense. Unfortunately, although their poems were beautifully written, they did not receive With the attention of the world, only two volumes of poetry collections were sold."

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

"However, no matter how cruel the world is, the three sisters have always lived an optimistic life and never gave up their hobby of writing. They took all the sufferings that life gave them as materials for writing. Finally, each of the three sisters wrote a novel. The novel was sent to the publishing house, and two of them were accepted and ready to be published, but unfortunately, Miss San’s was rejected.”

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

"Oh, the third lady, her name is Charlotte, and her work is called "Jane Eyre". Her two younger sisters, one named Emily, wrote "Wuthering Heights", and the fifth sister named Anne, who wrote "Agnes. Gray". The three sisters, known as the Bronte sisters, are well-known in the UK and also have a very high reputation in the history of world literature."

Yang Fei's voice is gentle and magnetic, and he talks eloquently.

Li Yanan listened, and for some reason, she already burst into tears.

She was moved by the persistence and never giving up of the three Bronte sisters, and she was also grateful for Yang Fei telling this story to enlighten herself.

Yang Fei looked into her eyes and said, "Sister Li, your conditions are many times better than those of the three Bronte sisters. You are gold, but you don't know it yourself. The most important thing you should do is Just be yourself, pick up your paintbrush, and keep creating.”

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

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

Guo Tao was shocked after listening to Yang Fei's story, and said: "This kind of thing does happen. There are many painters who bloom inside the wall and smell outside the wall. Comrade Yanan, you are amazing! You are a great painter!"

Li Yanan's tears never stopped.

She was moved by the stories Yang Fei told, and also by what Yang Fei did for her.

In this world, she has always been lonely in her heart, not understood by others.

Her parents, her deceased husband, her colleagues, her friends, no one is optimistic about her hobby. Everyone thinks that painting is fine as an occasional hobby, but it is wishful thinking to become a career. , or even the performance of not doing business properly.

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

Li Yanan finally couldn't help it, she broke through all the mundane obstacles in her heart regardless of everything, threw herself into Yang Fei's arms, hugged him tightly, and let his tears wet his precious suit.

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