"I'm sending you that little money? What I want is painting. This painter's mother is suffering from a terminal illness and has already stopped writing. She probably won't last a few days. Once he dies, my painting will increase dozens of times immediately. Who are you sending? Get it back for me quickly!"

Tang Aiguo was about to be angry. He just received the news that this well-known painter had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. His condition was not optimistic and he probably could not last for a year.

Although he doesn't know how to draw, he knows how to invest. He can guess with his toes. Once the painter dies, the value of the painter's works will definitely increase dozens or even hundreds of times.

When Tang Aiguo heard the news, he was ecstatic. He was going to make money again. He collected several works by this painter, and he should be able to make a small profit. But as soon as he got home, he found that his favorite painting was stolen by Huo Jinzhi.

Huo Jinzhi was also a little surprised. He just took it casually, but he didn't expect that he would be a golden egg as soon as he took it.

"I'm sending Danqing's future Taishan, I'm definitely not going back, but don't worry, Danqing's future Taishan is also a very famous painter, and she is very polite. She will definitely return his paintings at that time. You can keep them for collection."

"Danqing is going to get married? Who will be his future Taishan?" Tang Aiguo asked curiously.

"The surname is Bai, and his name is..."

Huo Jinzhi couldn't remember it, and Tang Xiaonan reminded him, "Bai Yichen seems to be a painting artist, and his wife is a painting artist, a professor at Songcheng Academy of Fine Arts."

"Bai Yichen, I know that he is the future Taishan of Danqing? This kid has some skills. Okay, you can send Bai Yichen's return gifts at that time, and I won't care about this matter with you!"

Tang Aiguo was very surprised. Of course he had heard of Bai Yichen. Although he was not a great painter, he was still a little famous in the painting circle in Jiangnan. Mrs. Bai's fame was even greater than her husband. However, he did not like to collect Chinese paintings of living people, but only collected dead people. He liked oil paintings more, so he understood Bai Yichen.

"OK."

Huo Jinzhi agreed readily, hung up the phone, and squeezed at Tang Xiaonan next to him.

Tang Xiaonan looked angry and said that this was the default. His second brother was not at home, so of course he couldn't speak. This guy's face became thicker and thicker.

"What if Bai Wei's parents don't send the gift back? Where did you change the painting to your second brother?"

"Impossible. Bai Wei's parents are both old-fashioned Songcheng people, and they are the most etiquette. They must have received news that the painter was terminally ill. Not only would they send back the gift, but the gift was also very thick."

Huo Jinzhi's tone was very certain, and Tang Xiaonan was half-believing and half-doubted, but soon she realized that her man was indeed a profiteer and his eyes were too vicious.

After Grandma Su and the others learned that Su Danqing had a partner and had to discuss the marriage, they were very happy and couldn't wait to meet Bai Wei's parents to settle the wedding day.

So, just half a month later, Tang Xiaonan and the others met Bai Wei's parents again.

The second time we met was in a teahouse. Bai Wei’s parents were wearing formal clothes and looked very grand. Su Danqing’s parents were both a little nervous and didn’t speak much. Even Chang Dahong, who liked to talk the most, became mute. She just laughed throughout the whole process, and it was all about Grandma Su and Grandpa Su talking.

Moreover, the world is really small. Grandpa Su and Bai’s father actually knew each other. They were shocked as soon as they met and hugged each other enthusiastically.
Chapter completed!