The fake daughter was not exposed today

"You are..." Shan Zhe didn't expect to meet her here.

Jiang Yiran continued to remind her, "We are in the same grade and school, don't you remember?"

"Remember, you are very famous in Hegang High School." Shan Zhe gave a kind smile.

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly in an instant.

[They not only know each other, but they are very familiar with each other!]

[Meeting an old friend in a foreign land!]

[I didn’t expect my sister to be so famous in school.]

Before the barrage had finished rolling, the next sentence was heard, "The student who skips classes and fights the most, even the homeroom teacher can't control him, right?"

Ling Yuheng thought to himself that something was wrong.

[So she's a gangster.]

[Emotion and the God Gold crew of Fanxin are birds of a feather.]

[I originally thought she was a pretty girl, but my eyes dropped instantly.]

[Hegang is the top school in Yancheng. I wanted to get in, but my score was a little short. Do you think you're so cool for wasting top-tier educational resources?]

Jiang Yiran didn't expect Shan Zhe to say that. He felt a little embarrassed and immediately tried to make excuses for himself.

"That may mean you don't know me well enough." She raised her chin slightly.

If she gives in at this time, netizens will only think that she is really a bad student as rumored, but if she takes a high attitude, it will appear that Shanzhe is the one who does not know what is good for her.

Shan Zhe looked at her face and sighed softly.

"If you want others to understand you, you won't act like you're not allowed to come near me."

[Did you take a screenshot of that expression just now? Handsome guy speechless.jpg]

[I think what he said makes sense. People who act cool and aloof want to keep their distance. Wanting to look like a cool goddess while still wanting others to open up to you is a bit too greedy.]

[It’s just a little kid’s way of winning, our big producer loves it.]

"Why are you talking in such a sarcastic tone?" Ling Yuheng was suddenly annoyed.

His character is that of a protector of his younger siblings, so in this situation, he should have stepped up.

Shan Zhe just chuckled, "Maybe you're too sensitive. Be careful about insomnia, sir."

Why does this brat have a mouth?

Ling Yuheng felt choked and speechless.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." He glanced at his phone. "My mom has something else to talk to me about. I'm done."

Ling Yuheng curled his lips, "At this age, you're still a mama's boy."

"At least my mother is a very charming woman. She won't be easily broken down by just a few words from others." Shan Zhe smiled, turned around and left.

[I'm very curious about what kind of woman your mother is.]

[At least, her appearance won’t be bad…]

[I suddenly started to covet his mother. I am so perverted.]

[Me too, who doesn’t like a mature, beautiful, and intelligent aunt?]

The legacy of Wei Wu gradually became stronger in the barrage, but Jiang Yiran smiled sarcastically.

The beautiful woman imagined by netizens might just be a useless vase?

"Don't worry about him, let's continue the mission." Ling Yuheng held the mission card.

Experience bleaching and dyeing. The dyed fabrics can be sold as commodities and the transaction results will be used as funds.

Feeling a bit bored, Ruan Chenxi turned off his phone and looked at the two girls who were painting.

Jiang Fu was responsible for the composition, and Qin Chuo assisted him. The two worked together, and soon, the scene of a plum tree blooming in the frost came to life on the paper.

"It's outlined as gravel here, um..."

"Nice painting, girls." A middle-aged man's head appeared in front of the two.

"Mr. Shan?" Jiang Fu recognized him.

Shan Congrui, the one who manages the household affairs and whom I met at the Shan family auction before.

"It's you, are you here to play with your friends?" Shan Congrui also recognized her and said in a kind manner.

Jiang Fu smiled and said, "I guess so."

After a brief greeting, Shan Congrui lowered his head and continued to look at the painting. "Your painting is very good, and the composition is perfect. Our elderly family might like it. We have mounting paper ready. Want to sell it?"

"Yes, Mr. Shan, do you want to buy it?" Qin Chuo suddenly became excited.

"Well, the composition is the style that the old man likes. Can you give me a price? Is this number okay?" He made a five.

"Five hundred?" Qin Chuo reported a number.

With these five hundred, plus the subsidy from the program team, it is enough for their group to last until the end.

Shan Congrui was obviously not satisfied with the price, "Fifty thousand."

"It's too high." Beet reminded in a low voice.

The program team doesn't want the guests to show off that they earn 208 million yuan a day.

"Sorry, I thought our elderly family members would like it, so I raised the price a bit." He looked at the beet. "I wonder what your highest price is..."

[If you have money, you can easily spend 50,000 to buy a painting.]

[But the sisters' joint painting is really beautiful, the composition is very refreshing, and I think it is worth the price.]

[The production team's CPU went crazy. We were planning to give the younger team some subsidies, but the buyers just gave us the maximum amount.]

"One thousand, no more." Beet said with a bitter face.

This is the ceiling price given by the director.

"Okay, can you transfer the money?" Shan Congrui asked.

Beet's face was numb, "Okay, okay."

Qin Chuo, on the other hand, was already immersed in the dream of getting rich quickly.

[Chuochuo has become silly with happiness.]

[This money can rent a very good set of equipment. I feel that the final performance of the sister group is worth looking forward to.]

"No, is her painting really worth so much?" Ruan Chenxi was also confused.

The painting is quite good, but a joint painting by two people shouldn’t be sold for tens of thousands of dollars, right?

[Yeah, it feels like they've inflated the price so quickly, like they're acting.]

[The sisters aren't experts in Chinese painting, so this seems a bit deliberate.]

[script?]

"In that case, let's take a look." Shan Congrui didn't rush to explain and took out a tablet from his briefcase. "Painting emphasizes light and shadow composition and the human body. This also makes sense when applied to Chinese painting."

"The shapes in her painting are very beautiful, reminiscent of plum blossoms blooming on rocks in real life. The transitions between the inks are very natural." He flipped out a painting and placed it in front of the plum blossom painting. "This is Lin Zhifang's plum blossom bush. Look closely, don't you see a similar feeling?"

[The nitpickers are now arguing with the professionals.]

[It really does look a bit like...]

[Just a coincidence?]

Jiang Fu silently turned his eyes away from the barrage.

She was just imitating.

"Is it really that amazing?"

"It's a coincidence, a coincidence." Jiang Fu felt a little guilty.

But in the eyes of others, this is the student's humility.

[Don't be embarrassed, Lanbao, we are just that awesome.]

[It's a shame that Mr. Zeng set a funding limit, otherwise my sister's first painting would have sold for 50,000. Isn't that genius?]

"Speaking of geniuses, I have actually met one."

When the youngest child in their family was fourteen years old, an oil painting of his was sold for one hundred thousand yuan. That painting was the "Wild Roses on the Windowsill".

Unfortunately, the youngest would rather ask someone else to deliver the painting than go home to meet the old man. Perhaps he was really still brooding over what happened.

Jiang Fu stared at his face and smelled a strong sense of regret and disappointment.

Maybe he couldn't wait for the person he wanted to see to return.