Since the other party came to his home, he must have something to ask for. If he goes out to greet him, he will demote himself. At that time, the other party will take him too seriously and may even deliberately cheat him.

Although this kind of scheming is not Yang Xiaofan's style, he is famous and has many troubles. Sometimes, he is amiable, but he is not as good as being arrogant.

The other party might have to hold his stinky feet.

This is human nature.

As expected.

After the village chief and his team went out to welcome Zhang Shiyi, they all respected and looked flattering and flattering, like the brainless villain in the novel.

However, Zhang Shiyi just smiled and said hello to them with a gentle smile on the surface. In fact, his eyes did not stay on anyone, and he kept staring at Yang Xiaofan.

After chatting with the village chief and the others for a brief moment, Zhang Shiyi came straight to Yang Xiaofan and said with a smile:

"It's Mr. Yang. I've heard of Daming for a long time. I've always wanted to see you. Unfortunately, the company is busy and I haven't been able to find time. I came here to visit you today, and I hope you don't mind."

The other party stretched out his hand, and Yang Xiaofan also stretched out his hand and gently snatched it.

"Mr. Zhang, you are in politeness. You have a lot of things to do every day. I am just a student. It is my honor to come to me."

"I dare not say that wherever you are. Your current identity, not to mention me, is even the top rich people in the city and province, and you will have to respect you three points when you meet."

"Mr. Zhang, please be polite."

A few simple words made Yang's father, village chief, Yang Xiaomei and others unable to help but startle a storm.

You know, Zhang Shiyi is a famous figure in the county and a real entrepreneur.

People like him have more than one or two thousand employees!

As a result, he was so respectful to Yang Xiaofan. It is conceivable how high Yang Xiaofan's identity must be?

Although Yang Xiaofan had already shown his financial resources before, money and status are two completely different concepts.

Zhang Shiyi did not come, and Yang Xiaofan was just the richest man in the village and was respected by the entire village.

Zhang Shiyi is here and is so respectful to Yang Xiaofan. Then his status will instantly rise to Zhang Shiyi or even above Zhang Shiyi!

This is a completely different concept.

At this moment, the village chief and his friends respect Yang Xiaofan had to be changed to worship the same as Zhang Shiyi!

This also made Yang Xiaomei even more sad and regretful.

She really wants to slap herself two big-eared melon seeds now. Why was she so sad at the beginning? She was coaxed away by the spicy strips, candied haws, and mp3s and other garbage things in the mountains?

If she had persisted and been with Yang Xiaofan at the beginning, wouldn’t she have been respected by people like Zhang Shiyi now?

I don’t have to talk to Zhang Shiyi in a low voice like now.

She felt like she had missed one hundred billion, and her heart was bleeding.

After Yang Xiaofan made a few simple and polite words, he invited Zhang Shiyi to sit down and said straight to the point:

"Mr. Zhang, you have a lot of things to deal with every day. You shouldn't have much time to go to my farmyard, right? If there is anything, just tell me."

Zhang Shiyi smiled and showed a touch of honesty that was different from his cunning.

"Mr. Yang said it well. Actually, I really have one thing that I want to ask for your help."

Qin Nuanyu brought a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Xiaofan. Yang Xiaofan took a sip and said calmly:

"Tell me, if it's not a big deal, I can help."

"This matter is not big or small. That's right, I want to ask for a painting."

"Please draw? Then you can just go to the Auction in North Jiangsu. My paintings are sold from that place. In private, I don't know how to sell paintings."

Hearing this, Zhang Shiyi immediately spoke and begged:

"Mr. Yang, I really like your paintings and want to ask for an authentic one. To be honest, I have been to the Auction House in North Jiangsu, but I can only auction a few paintings every day. Before it was my turn, I had no choice but to come to you personally, and please don't be surprised."

When the village chief saw this scene, his eyes turned, which was a good opportunity to flatter.

Since Zhang Shiyi wants a painting and helps him and gets a painting, the other party will owe him a favor in the future. What's the matter much more difficult to do?

Thinking of this, he immediately stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Xiaofan, since you know how to draw and Mr. Zhang likes it, you can help him draw one. Everyone is a fellow villager in the same county and will not let you lose a piece of meat."

Yang Xiaofan glanced at him angrily, too lazy to even use the honorific title, so he directly called his nickname.

"Yang Laoer, what you said is light. This matter is related to the rules of our company. If I paint casually outside, everyone will not go to my auction house to buy things, but will come to me to buy paintings. Then my company will mess up? This will make me get rid of my cramps and skin, and you said I won't lose a piece of meat?"

"How can it be so serious? Isn't it just a painting? If it really doesn't work, I'll pay you ten times the money. You can help Mr. Zhang draw one, that's OK."

Yang Xiaofan narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yang Laoer, are you serious? Do you want to give Mr. Zhang a painting? You have to give me ten times the price?"

"Of course it's true! Can this little thing be fake? Isn't it just to buy a painting? It's not to buy some gold and silver."

Zhang Shiyi immediately raised his face and scolded him.

"Don't mess around. Can you afford Mr. Yang's paintings? Don't be so disrespectful to Mr. Yang."

Just kidding, he finally found Yang Xiaofan and saw him. This was his only chance to draw. Yang Laoer, Shabi, dared to talk nonsense here. If he annoyed Yang Xiaofan and didn't paint for him, he would have to die?

By then, his heart will be bleeding.

However, Yang Laoer waved his hand indifferently and laughed:

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry. Although I, Yang Laoer, is not as rich as you, I can still afford to buy a painting. Besides, Xiaofan and I are both fellow villagers in the same village. According to seniority, he has to call me Uncle II. Xiaofan, you have to give me this face, right? Just draw a painting for Mr. Zhang."

Yang Xiaofan nodded.

"Of course, it's okay if someone asks to draw, but your village chief asks to draw personally, how can I not give you such a little face?"

This sentence made Yang Laoer very happy, with a lot of face, and the wrinkles on his face were blooming when he smiled.

However, Yang Xiaofan's next words made him fall into an ice cave instantly.
Chapter completed!