The richest man Yang Fei

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 [-] million. Sister Li, what do you think?"

Li Yanan reacted from the shock, shook her head and said, "I can't take it. I already threw away those paintings. If you pick them up, they are yours. How much you sell is your business, and it's all yours." 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 and 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 the youngest Son. Not long after the younger son was born, 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 graduate of St. John's College, Cambridge. He is very knowledgeable, and 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 can get after 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, and the school rules were very strict. On the first day, they had to walk several miles to church in the severe cold or scorching heat. Due to the harsh conditions, typhoid fever prevailed in the school in the second year, and both sisters contracted the disease. They were in pain for several days after being sent home. 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 that literature is not women's. Career should not 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 did not wait for a student, but Waiting for the officials who come 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 30 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 novels were sent to the publishing house, and two of them were accepted and ready to be published, but unfortunately, Miss San’s novels were rejected.”

"Miss San didn't give up, she started another novel 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 much better than those of the three Bronte sisters. You are gold, but you don't know it yourself. What you should do most is to Just be yourself, pick up your paintbrush, and get on with it.”

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 [-] to [-] US dollars! Now, if you go to the United States, You will find out what a well-known Chinese beauty painter you are!"

After listening to Yang Fei's story, Guo Tao was shocked, and said, "This kind of thing does happen. There are many painters with flowers blooming inside the walls and fragrant outside the walls. 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.

Chapter 940 The Poor Plays With Cars, The Rich Plays With Watches, The Real Rich Plays With Art Museums

When Yang Fei told the story of the three Bronte sisters, more and more people gathered around.

They all heard Yang Fei's words.

Everyone also understood that Li Yanan's paintings were so popular in the United States that they sold for a high price of [-] million yuan!

Four hundred million!

My God, Li Yanan became a billionaire even if he only split half of it?

This lonely rural teacher, this inconspicuous beautiful woman, this widow who is often gossiped about is so powerful?

The way everyone looked at her changed immediately.

Li Yanan's image also instantly became brilliant and great, exuding brilliant golden light all over her body!

The two female teachers who were still talking bad about Li Yanan before opened their mouths in surprise and couldn't close them for a long time!

Yang Fei patted Li Yanan's back lightly, feeling the violent shock in her heart, and smiled warmly, "Sister Li, if you keep crying, Taohua Village will flood again."

Li Yanan stood up dumbfounded, blushing, and said, "Yang Fei, thank you."

Yang Fei said, "You painted the painting, I just sold it for you. You don't need to thank me."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Li Yanan shook her head lightly, and said, "As for the money, no matter what, I won't accept it. You can sell as much scrap as you can, that's up to you income. How can I share your money for no reason?"

Knowing her stubbornness, Yang Fei was no less stubborn than Su Tong, so he murmured, "Sister Li, I have an idea, use this money to build a Li Yanan Art Museum, and collect all the paintings you created, which can also be regarded as yours. A personal studio. From now on, you can create in this art museum with peace of mind, and with this money as a fund, you can maintain the normal operation of the art museum after the establishment of the art museum.”

Li Yanan stared at her with beautiful eyes, feeling a little moved.

Isn't what Yang Fei described exactly her ideal life?

No worries about food and clothing, peace of mind painting.

It also has its own private art gallery!

There is a saying that goes well, the poor play cars and the rich play watches, and the real rich play art galleries!

In our country, it was still a trendy concept to open a private art museum in the 90s.

But this is really the dream of every artist.

Yang Fei said, "The art museum we want to build must become the number one in China! It must be the first purely folk art museum built and operated in accordance with international art museum standards!"

Just thinking about it, Li Yanan felt too shocked.

Yang Feidao, "I have an idea to use the fully open and free exhibition space without beams and pillars and equipment such as constant temperature and humidity, automatic display panels, automatic lighting, and multimedia sound and light display systems to rank among the ranks of world-class art museums."