"Who doesn't want to marry you anymore, don't confuse the audience!"

Qin Nuanyu pinched Yang Xiaofan's soft waist.

Yang Xiaofan took a deep breath first, then hugged Qin Nuanyu and rubbed her neck hard.

"Squad leader, don't think so much. You are my person. You go to bed early and late. Besides, you have little babies, so what else can you be shy about?"

"If you do this, I'm embarrassed to talk to Xiaoqing and Xiaoyun tomorrow."

"It's not true, you just need to learn from me and be thick-skinned."

Qin Nuanyu was ultimately unable to stubbornly stubborn Yang Xiaofan! He tacitly allowed him to stay in the room.

Not long after, the real estate manager at noon sent several documents through WeChat, all of which were written and designed by the decoration company.

It can be seen that they worked overtime and put down all other business in their hands to get the manuscript.

Although it is sloppy, it can be regarded as taking out all the skills inherited from the family.

Various designs can be considered as keeping up with fashion trends.

Yang Xiaofan and Qin Nuanyu took a reference together, and finally determined a design inspiration for the dragon and phoenix to present the auspiciousness, and then submitted it to each other.

"Just follow this design artwork."

"No problem, then I will ask them to arrange someone immediately and start the renovation. I will follow up on all the materials and funds to make a report to show you."

"Okay, after things are done, the money I promised will not be missing from you."

"Thank you Mr. Yang."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaofan talked to Qin Nuanyu about another question.

"Do you have any ideas about taking wedding photos?"

Qin Nuanyu thought for a moment.

"Actually, I really thought about holding a very romantic wedding and taking a beautiful wedding photo. However, after really meeting someone I like, these seem to become less important. As long as I marry you, even if I don't have a wedding dress, I don't care. So, I listen to you in everything."

Yang Xiaofan gently stroked Qin Nuanyu's little head.

"You can not, but I can't refuse it. Just as my dad said, no matter how your family is, if our family wants to marry you, it will be prosperous and marry you into the house. I will find a way to get the wedding photo done, so you can go to bed first."

"Well. Don't stand it too late."

"Don't worry, I will definitely leave all my energy to you. Wait until ten months later...hehehe..."

Qin Nuanyu's face turned slightly red and she couldn't help but spit.

"Die."

Yang Xiaofan was shameless, took a bite on her face, took her cell phone, ran downstairs quickly, and came to the car outside to make a phone call.

"Hey, fat man, it's me, Xiaofan."

His phone number was called to Gu Hao.

Gu Hao is now in charge of the auction house business and meets countless wealthy people from all over the country every day.

Among them, there must be someone who is specifically responsible for wedding photography.

"Xiaofan, it's so late, why did you suddenly look for me?"

"I have something to ask you, are there any rich people you know who are specialized in taking wedding photos? I want the best type, a general small wedding photo company, don't tell me."

"Of course there are. When rich people get married, they all find high-end wedding photography companies. Sometimes, a set of wedding photos may cost millions or even tens of millions. The tourist attractions you go to are extraordinary. There are many places that ordinary people are not qualified to go to."

"Then please help me contact the best one. I will give him my contact information before noon tomorrow. I will talk to the other party in person."

"No problem. Also, you just call me and I have something to tell you."

"you say."

"You should also know that your traffic has been increasing so recently, so your value is also rising, and the value of your paintings is also increasing."

"In order to make your paintings appreciate, I suppressed the number of auctions every day. Now, every day, I have changed from several paintings to five paintings."

"Although the number of auctions has been reduced, the money has been reduced. The price of each painting has increased from the original average price of more than 20 million to more than 40 million. This has doubled. This is even more eye-catching. Now more and more people are buying paintings."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Xiaofan understood the truth.

Things are precious because they are rare, and coupled with the continuous appreciation of their own identity, they also lead to the appreciation of their paintings.

"You did a great job, but even so, you will be saturated sooner or later. If you draw too much, it will be worthless. After all, there are only so many rich people in the country, and there will be no more."

"I have thought about this a long time ago. After that, your value will definitely appreciate again. At that time, we will reduce the number of auctions again until one painting is a day. At that time, it will not be a problem for a painting to appreciate to 100 million."

"After a while, you will declare that you will wash your hands. From then on, the number of paintings will be fixed. How many of them are calculated will definitely continue to appreciate. This kind of thing is not something of actual value after all. After a while of fanaticism, the popularity may decrease and the number of people buying them will decrease. But then, you can't make money by selling paintings for the rest of your life."

Yang Xiaofan smiled slightly.

"That's not necessarily the case. The domestic tyrants have finished harvesting, and there are foreign tyrants."

"Foreigners are not that interested in our Chinese paintings. The cultural differences between our two sides are different."

"What if I was painting oil painting?"

“……”

The other end of the phone was silent for ten seconds, and then Gu Hao suddenly burst into swear words.

"Yang Xiaofan, your uncle! How many skills do you have not used? We have lived together for more than a year, but why have I never discovered that you have so many skills?"

It’s okay if you know Chinese painting, but you can even paint oil!

You know, these are completely different fields of concept. Although they are both paintings, the difficulty levels are very different!

Ordinary people may not be able to learn one of them through a lifetime of hard work, but Yang Xiaofan has elevated two different fields to this level of master level. This is a terrifying thing...

Yang Xiaofan coughed lightly.

"Low-key, low-key. I'm not giving up my posture and wanting to get along with you guys? Think about it, if I had shown my excellent painting skills from the beginning, would we still have so much interaction? Don't you have to praise my stinky feet every day?"

"That's true. Then I'll spare you. But when you return to northern Jiangsu, you have to invite me to drink and make up for my injured little heart."

"I'm afraid I don't have time to drink, so I'll give you a salary this month."

"make a deal!"
Chapter completed!