A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage) novel Chapter 211

At first, Yang He didn't quite understand why Ye Fan insisted on paying and asked for a receipt.

After he understood why, Yang He's heart couldn't help but tremble in fear.

He was so meticulous that he probably rivaled those experienced businessmen.

Ye Fan was surrounded by dozens of wealthy men. Each of them pitted their offers against each other and wanted to buy Ye Fan's painting.

After all, the people that made it here tonight were no ordinary folk. All of them had over a billion in assets, some even tens of billions or hundreds of billions. They consisted of wealthy men from all over the country.

When the average man made money, he would put it in the bank. But for rich men, the bank was the worst option. It was always wiser to invest.

It worked the same way for Ye Fan's painting. If they could buy it now and sell it in a few years, the price was bound to climb drastically.

What's more, even if they didn't consider it for investment, this painting was high in artistic value and particularly rare.

If he didn't lack the funds, Gu Long-En would definitely attempt to buy the painting, so he could take it home and admire it. Then all the master collectors and artists would fight to come over to his place to study it. He would be even more highly respected in the circle.

"Mu...Mu-Cheng, you...you're going to strike gold! No, it's that country bumpkin. He's going to make a windfall! He spent $250 on that painting. Once he sells it, he'll make billions. That's hundreds of thousands times more!”

When Ye Fan was surrounded by wealthy men, Su Qian was completely stunned.

She clearly didn't think Ye Fan would manage to pick up on this and pay $250 for a prized painting worth billions.

Even Su Qian could not help feeling jealous.

Although the Su family already had over a billion dollars' worth of assets, everything belonged to Su Qian's father. Su Qian wholly relied on her family for financial support. All she could get assigned to was merely a few million a year.

But the country bumpkin whom she despised suddenly became worth a few hundred million!

This vast disparity felt surreal to Su Qian.

Did...did he strike it rich overnight?

If even Su Qian felt this way, Qiu Mu-Cheng would feel far worse.

Even the target Qiu Mu-Cheng set for herself to work towards was only to have an annual income of $500, 000. She didn't even dare consider the possibility of making $1 million or $ 10 million.

But her husband suddenly bought something worth over a hundred million.

Qiu Mu-Cheng was completely dumbstruck.

Her mind went blank, and she couldn't think anymore.

Didn't that mean there would be a millionaire in their family?

Was she, Qiu Mu-Cheng, no longer the wife of a good-for-nothing live-in husband?

Could they now buy a big house of their own and not squeeze with her parents in their tiny home?

Would her grandfather, uncle, Qiu Mu-Ying, and all the Qius stop despising her?

As Qiu Mu-Cheng felt emotional, her body trembled gently too.

Qiu Mu-Cheng clearly found it hard to come to terms with striking it rich overnight.

She found it even more unbelievable that Ye Fan really bought such a treasure at only $250.

"Qianqian, do you think that painting was really by the Chinese painting master, Zhang Da-Qian? Or what if Ye Fan genuinely knew how to appraise antiques?" Qiu Mu-Cheng's trembling voice turned hoarse.

After quivering for a long time, Su Qian finally calmed down.