Chapter 562 The Richest Man Who Suffered From Internal Injuries
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He has regretted it, this painting... he spent 300 million yuan to buy it!
I bought this five years ago, and it's at least doubled now.
He regretted why he set up this fg, just pick a pair of calligraphy and painting of tens of millions 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 off the painting with a smile and give it to Jiang Siming to wrap it up.
Jiang Siming, who took the painting, thanked him with a smile: "Thank you, Uncle Wang."
After finishing speaking, he handed the painting to Reba and said, "This is a gift from Uncle Wang, so thank you."
Reba was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."
"Oh, don't be so polite." The richest man Wang waved his hand indifferently, but in fact his inner world was already sighing.
"By the way, Xiaojiang, since you are proficient in calligraphy and painting, and you come to my study again, then leave the auxiliary characters and I will grind them for you."
The richest man Wang always wanted to regain a city, and he wanted to confirm whether Jiang Siming really had ink.
In case this painting is just Jiang Siming's blind cat hitting a dead mouse and just happened to have heard of it.
After all, Qi Baishi's paintings are so famous.
Jiang Siming knew that Wang's richest man was unbalanced because of a blood loss, but he didn't want to disturb his happiness, so he generously agreed and walked to Wang's richest man's desk.
Principal Wang fled in and took refuge at this time. When he saw that there were no auxiliary paintings in the study, he opened his mouth and asked, "Dad, where are the twelve screens of Qi Baishi's landscape?"
The richest man Wang was very angry when he heard it.
"What does it have to do with you, go out to entertain guests!"
Upon hearing this, Principal Wang said inexplicably, "Aren't all the guests in your study?"
The richest man Wang was too choked to speak, yes, isn't the guest here, what is he talking about.
Reba and Jiang Siming almost couldn't hold back their laughter.
"Then keep your mouth shut for me, don't disturb Xiaojiang's swipe."
When Principal Wang heard that Jiang Siming was going to write, he stepped forward with a look of disbelief, and joined in the fun to watch.
Wang's richest man grinded ink for Jiang Siming, and there was rice paper on the table.
Pen, ink, paper and inkstone were readily 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 facing the rice paper, standing far away.
Wang's richest man was even more surprised when he saw Jiang Siming's posture. Could it be that Jiang Siming can calligraphy?
Just thinking about it, Jiang Siming's hands are off!
The wolf-haired pen in his hand swayed freely on the rice paper, the iron painted silver hooks, and the pen walked dragons and snakes.
One by one, the words comparable to calligraphy masters appeared on the paper, and the three people in the study were all dumbfounded, including the wife of the richest man who came in later.
The four of them stood by, watching Jiang Siming indulge in calligraphy in shock.
After a while, Jiang Siming stopped writing, and on the rice paper, a song "Jiangchengzi: Hunting in Mizhou" was finished.
This poem is in the high school text, but it is also very suitable to write to the richest man Wang.
The old man talks about teenage madness, isn't it the character of Wang's richest man? Even if he is almost 60 years old, he is still all-powerful in the shopping mall.
In the end, looking northwest and shooting Sirius is an ambition, which is exactly the business ideal of Shang Wang's richest man.
Seeing this picture and this poem, the richest man Wang felt like a treasure, even more exciting than seeing Wu Guanzhong's "Spring Snow".
"Xiaojiang, okay, okay! Your calligraphy, I dare to slap my chest and guarantee that no one can write better than you among those calligraphers that still exist!"
The richest man Wang looked at Jiang Siming as if he was looking at the son he imagined in his mind when Principal Wang was not born.
Before the birth of a child, every parent must have had a vision for the child's future, such as being dignified, talented, and genius in every way.
The richest man Wang naturally had such imaginations, but after Principal Wang was born and grew up, these illusions were shattered.
Today he finally got to see what his imaginary son looked like, like Jiang Siming.
Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou, this is the ancient time.
Now, the richest man Wang wants to say that having a child should be like Jiang Siming!
At the same time, he is also very envious of Jiang Siming's parents. These two couples must have saved the earth in their previous lives.
"Uncle Wang, don't say that, I just have nothing to write and play." Jiang Siming began to humble himself.
Principal Wang is well aware of this guy's urgency, this wave of modesty is not modesty at all, but secretly pretending to be under the banner of modesty!
"By the way, Xiaojiang, you haven't written your name yet, hurry up and name me, I'm going to find someone to frame it, just to fill Qi Baishi's vacancy."
The richest man Wang urged.
Jiang Siming was not good at swaying other people's happiness, so he had to pick up a pen and write his name on the tail.
"Do you have a seal?"
The richest man Wang asked, Zhangzi is the seal of the tail, and the calligraphy and painting of ordinary celebrities will have seals.
"That's not true." Jiang Siming said with a wry smile.
"That's fine. When you come back next time, bring it here and print one for Uncle." The richest man Wang 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 this word away, the richest man Wang took everyone out of the study.
It happened that the nanny at home prepared the meal, and the five people sat in the restaurant. The richest man Wang looked extremely happy today. He even opened a bottle of red wine and raised a glass with Jiang Siming for a change.
"Xiaojiang, Uncle Wang's house will be your home in the future. When you come to the imperial capital, don't stay in a hotel, just come and stay with me. There's nothing better than a hotel here. I'll ask your Auntie Lin to give you the house key. You can come anytime, even if we You can live here at any time without you," said the richest man Wang.
Reba stuck out her tongue beside her, surprised.
Have you ever seen someone who greeted guests and gave them the keys to their house? Obviously, Jiang Siming's status in the heart of the richest man is far higher than the word 'guest'.
"This...then I'll be disrespectful." Seeing that Wang's richest wife also agreed, Jiang Siming agreed.
It was difficult for him to refuse such kindness.
Satisfied with food and wine, the richest man Wang took Jiang Siming to sit in the courtyard of Linshui, chatting and eating snacks.
"Xiao Jiang, I heard Xiao Cong say that your goal for Yinghuan this time is Johnson & Johnson, are you sure?" Wang's richest man lay on the bench and asked.
Jiang Siming was also lying down, picking up the cherries on the table and threw them into his mouth.
"Well, that's right."
"Johnson & Johnson is one of the top 100 companies in the world. Are you sure you can engage them?" said the richest man Wang.
Jiang Siming smiled and said, "Of course it's not against them. I can't beat their iron fist, I'm just taking advantage of the fire."
"What is the news that makes you so confident?" Wang's richest man asked.
Jiang Siming didn't hide it, and replied, "Johnson & Johnson has a talcum powder product, which has a potential cancer risk. Just wait, the news is estimated to spread in the United States in two days."
The fourth one is out!
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