My innocent girlfriend asks for forgiveness? My wife is a sickly tycoon

The first time I saw a young man was when he was about to leave.

Huajing University.

Qin Jiang was so miserable early in the morning that he was finally able to come to school smoothly after Yan Liang personally fed him a bowl of lotus seed soup that she "personally" cooked.

Of course, he didn't cut off and throw away the ten black cards like he did in his previous life.

This thing is not only money, but also a pass to power.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"Why do I feel that your face... is getting weaker day by day."

"How about I take you to get some Chinese medicine to regulate your body?"

Song Jie looked at his brother's increasingly thin face with some nervousness.

Although handsome... but at first glance, you can tell that he lacks energy and blood.

It is very likely that he was too indulgent.

It must be said that it was not easy for Brother Jiang to earn this wealth. Can ordinary men bear it?

"Shut up."

"You are the one who is vain! How happy I am... you don't understand!"

Qin Jiang ordered Song Jie to shut up. He had no classes this morning. The reason why he came to school was to deal with the accumulated affairs of the Student Union.

As the president of the Student Union promoted by Huajing University, Qin Jiang was flattered at first, but later he was able to handle all the relevant affairs of the school skillfully.

Of course, he had given Bai Chuchu as many privileges as possible as the Student Union could get.

For a time, Bai Chuchu was able to handle anything in the Student Union.

This was also the reason why Bai Chuchu did not choose to leave him at the beginning.

"Brother Jiang, what are we doing in the External Relations Department?"

The management of the Student Union of Huajing University is very standardized, and the office area is also professionally divided, which is a small "social workplace".

"To make money."

Qin Jiang did not explain and went directly to Sun Zhaoyu of the External Relations Department.

In the past life, it was revealed that Sun Zhaoyu's grandfather's paintings were top-notch. After Sun Zhaoyu's grandfather died, his paintings were even bid up to the level of masters at home and abroad in the market.

But before he became famous, Sun Zhaoyu's grandfather Sun Weilong's paintings were deliberately discounted by the painting house at one or two thousand yuan each, and only two or three hundred yuan were given.

In the end, the unscrupulous painting house finally sold each of Sun Weilong's paintings for 20 to 30 million, not to mention that Sun Weilong's most famous work "Fisherman" became the masterpiece of the museum.

The price is inestimable.

Qin Jiang happened to have the honor of seeing Sun Weilong's works in his previous life. He was indeed a master who was unparalleled in the world.

But now, the master who will sell his paintings at sky-high prices in the future has no money to see a doctor, and can only sell all his paintings at a low price to the most unscrupulous "Pincai Painting House" in Beijing.

One word "pin", three mouths.

This is a workshop that wants to eat the talents of painters and make black money.

Qin Jiang came to the External Relations Department.

After asking, he found out that Sun Zhaoyu was not there.

Qin Jiang roughly estimated where he was and asked for his home address. Qin Jiang specially bought some fruits and some supplements and took Song Jie to his home.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a fierce quarrel.

"Don't go too far. My grandfather's paintings are all fine works of art. You are too black-hearted to lower the price so much."

Sun Zhaoyu was almost angry to vomit blood.

He lived with his grandfather in a village in the city. His grandfather devoted his whole life to the pursuit of art. The grandfather and grandson lived a very tight life.

But the spiritual world was very rich.

But now his grandfather was sick, and he had to sell the only valuable painting in the family to treat his grandfather.

Who knew that the painting house knew that they were desperate and actually lowered the price.

"Little Sun, don't be confused. These are just some worthless papers and pigments piled up. We are willing to spend thousands of dollars to buy all your waste paper. We are also showing our love. Don't take our kindness for granted!"

"If you don't want these thousands of dollars, your grandfather may not survive tonight. Is this the filial piety you, a grandson, can show to your grandfather?"

The manager of Pincai Painting House was dressed in a suit and stood in the cramped room of the urban village. He looked contemptuous but said persuasive words.

He was a talent-savvy person with a sharp eye.

Of course, it can be seen that the paintings of this old man Sun Weilong are the result of his life-long experience and his perception of time.

Almost every one of these paintings is a masterpiece.

But he is a businessman, not a philanthropist.

Painting well is one thing, but it is also the nature of a businessman to lower the price to the lowest and make the highest profit.

He intended to use moral blackmail to make Sun Weilong, the ignorant grandson, give in...

The atmosphere was tense.

"Tsk, what are you doing?"

"How come these paintings are just waste paper? Judging a painting based on its raw materials, you are still in this business?"

"I advise you to buy watermelons as soon as possible--"

"Roll or crawl!"

Qin Jiang pushed the door open and walked into the room. He and his adoptive parents had lived in a village in the city before, and were used to such an environment. His eyes just fell on Sun Zhaoyu's face calmly.

Sun Zhaoyu has always performed well in the sponsorship of the External Relations Department.

He is also from the Finance Department, and his business ability is outstanding.

He used to be very optimistic about his work ability.

Of course, he will indeed be a powerful figure in the financial world in the future.

It's just... He was recruited by Qin Moyun under his recommendation.

His strong work ability also brought many big customers to Qin's Finance.

But now, he doesn't want to be a sucker.

Wouldn't it be better to keep such a good seedling for himself?

"Qin... President Qin? Why are you here?"

"I'm dealing with some personal matters. Is there any new task for the External Relations Department?"

Qin Jiang's ability in the Student Union is unquestionable. Apart from Li Hao's trouble, the cadres in the Student Union respect Qin Jiang.

"I'll pay one million for these paintings. I'll buy them."

"Sun Zhaoyu, I can help you pay for your grandfather's illness, but there is a condition."

Qin Jiang is not a great philanthropist, but when interests and helping others can be just right, he is of course willing to be a good person.

Sun Zhaoyu was stunned.

He has been taking care of his grandfather at home recently, and has not been to school, let alone caring about the school forum.

At this moment, he can recognize Qin Jiang from his facial features as the Qin Jiang dressed in the previous Shamatte style, which is already awesome.

But...How poor is Qin Jiang, as a member of the External Relations Department, how can he not know?

All the college student competitions that Qin Jiang participated in in a semester were for the prize money.

Sometimes he thought, I'm afraid you are still making money at the president's house.

Now... are you here to show off?

Unfortunately, he is not in the mood to play the show with him now.

He needs money too much.

"Tsk tsk, you are still a college student, right? You asked for one million yuan, can you, a poor student, afford it?

What kind of president? I understand that you are deliberately showing off to defend your brother, but you can't pay, and you drove away a big buyer like me. Are you going to kill Xiao Sun's grandfather?"

The manager looked disdainful, and couldn't help laughing when he saw that Qin Jiang was about the same age as Sun Zhaoyu.

He said again: "These days, false loyalty is the least valuable!"

"Xiao Sun, your friend is deliberately making trouble, why don't you drive him out quickly, otherwise I won't be willing to accept thousands of dollars for you junk."

The manager threatened, and Sun Zhaoyu was also in a dilemma.

Seeing this, Song Jie also pulled Qin Jiang to leave: "Brother Jiang, I think you should stop making trouble. You don't understand art. Are these paintings what you call 'making money'?

The painting house only offers a few thousand yuan. If you really want to help Xiao Sun, 100,000 yuan is enough. Why do you have to give 1 million?

You can't just throw money around like this."

Sun Zhaoyu's face turned pale. Seeing that they sang the same tune as if they were really rich, he felt it was outrageous.

But he didn't feel like competing with them: "President, please go out first."

"Don't joke here. I really need money..."

Qin Jiang was as steady as a rock and didn't move a step:

"Ah Jie, the 20,000 cash I put in your pocket this morning, give it to Xiao Sun now."

Although Song Jie was puzzled, he trusted Qin Jiang very much.

He took out the money obediently.

Until the 20,000 yuan in cash was neatly placed on the table.

Sun Zhaoyu looked at Qin Jiang in shock.

He... Is the president serious?

"Now, can we talk?"

Qin Jiang asked again.

The manager of Pincai Art House suddenly looked unhappy. From his long-term artistic perspective... these paintings of old man Sun are worth much more than this, but now he has met a colleague in the same field.

"You kid, do you understand the principle of first come first served?"

"Get out of here quickly, don't delay the business of Pincai Art House."

The manager said sternly.

"It turns out that buying paintings is not about the highest bidder, but also about first come first served. Why don't I popularize this rule of the manager to the first auction house in Beijing, Fenglinxuan?"

Fenglinxuan Auction House is the high-end auction channel of Pincai Art House. All the bidders in it are rich or noble. How dare he offend people with this?

However, such an ordinary college student actually knows Fenglinxuan?

What is his origin?

A college student who casually takes out 20,000 in cash must have at least a little bit of family background.

But, it's just 20,000.

Maybe he was deliberately defrauding me. Anyone who knows the business knows that...these paintings are worth far more than 20,000 yuan.

If any of them is auctioned at Fenglinxuan, even if there is no signature of the painter, it can be sold at a base price of several million.

"Fifty thousand."

"Xiao Sun, I am also helping you as a charity because your grandfather is seriously ill. If you can sell these paintings to me immediately, I will give you 50,000 in cash."

The manager's words really moved Sun Zhaoyu.

50,000 can at least provide better medical conditions for his grandfather.

This is far higher than he expected at the beginning.

He wanted to nod.

Just as he hesitated, a cough sounded: "Manager, we won't sell it to you."

"My classmate, it's hard for you to earn these 20,000, right?

If you are willing to give Xiao Sun 20,000 in cash, you don't want my paintings to be sold at a low price. Thank you, Grandpa."

"I am willing to sell this painting to you."

The old man is perceptive. The manager of Pincai Painting House has been frantically lowering the price from the beginning.

Now the price of 50,000 proves that he is not unable to understand the value of the painting, but deliberately suppressing it.

"Old man, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit."

"You should be very clear about the ability of our Pincai Painting House in the industry. If your paintings are sold to an unknown private buyer, I'm afraid that the paintings will never be shown on the big stage and recognized by the painting world."

The manager was angry.

"And you, a poor guy, how can you intercept the paintings that Pincai Painting House likes?"

"Do you know who you have offended?"

Qin Jiang smiled: "I don't care who you are, shake your brain and talk to me again!"

"I said I bought it for one million, and it's one million!"

"I will also be responsible for Grandpa Sun's illness according to the promise I just made. Masters like you should be respected."

Sun Zhaoyu and Grandpa Sun were stunned:? ?

Is this kid really rich?

I don't believe it.

I'm afraid that the manager hasn't left yet and is still pretending?

Song Jie looked at the manager as if he was looking at a dead person. Do you know where the last trash who bullied our brother went?

Buried by our doting Miss Yan...oh~