Strongest Guard

Listening to Liang Xiaoyan scolding Nanfang Group for always having black-bellied profiteers, Li Nanfang's belly is not black, but his forehead is full of black lines.

But it is not easy to remind the little young woman that he is a black-bellied profiteer, she is guarding the monk and scolding the bald man.

No, just guard the monk and scold the bald donkey.

Moreover, the more I scolded, the more I became addicted. I really don't know where the demeanor of her senior cadres and ladies went.

"Li Nanfang, you said the boss of the manufacturer, shouldn't it be worth a thousand dollars like I said?"

When he walked to the courtyard of Villa No. 4, Liang Xiaoyan was still chattering. While carefully rubbing a few pairs of black silk, he turned to ask Li Nanfang.

What can Boss Li say?

Did you lift your foot on her **** butt, and then come with two big mouths anyway, light your nose with your backhand and say, Lao Tzu is the black-bellied profiteer you scolded?

Only smiled and nodded, perfunctorily, yeah.

"Even you, a man, admit it. This is enough to explain--cough, my throat is a little itchy. Come in quickly, and why are you still outside? Just treat this as your own home, and do whatever you want. "

When Liang Xiaoyan was halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that she had scolded the black-bellied profiteer who was three hundred meters long, Li Nanfang.

Suddenly, her charming face flushed, like a little hen who had just laid an egg, her neck was red, and she smiled more embarrassedly. He hurriedly ran into the house, "Dad, Dad, The distinguished guest is here for you."

"Hmph, you girl, flattering Li Nanfang to be a distinguished guest to your face, it must be a profit?"

In a cold snort, Lao Liang walked out of the living room with his hands on his back.

"It's not a big deal. It's just a few pairs of black threads. Isn't it a bribe? Hehe, I'll try it upstairs first."

With a smile, Liang Xiaoyan hugged the black silk and hopped up the stairs like a rabbit.

She really has no face to see Li Nanfang again. How could she be like that, while taking advantage of others, she cursed at the same time.

"My girl, I'm just a young child. Southern, let you see a joke."

Different from the official and powerful outside, Lao Liang was relatively close to the people when he was at home. He was casually dressed in Tang suit, black trousers, black cotton shoes under his feet, and he smiled with his hands on his back, just like Uncle Lin's.

"If I had a daughter who could be like Xiaoyan, I would thank Guanyin Bodhisattva on the 15th day of every month."

Li Nanfang's face was full of admiration and envy.

This fellow clearly praised Liang Xiaoyan, but in fact it was a secret metaphor for her Lao Tzu to avenge her for pointing at the monk and cursing the bald donkey.

Lao Liang didn't think much, he smiled proudly, and took Li Nanfang into the living room.

The decoration in the living room is simple and majestic. It looks inconspicuous on the surface, and may even feel that it is out of fashion. However, after Li Nanfang saw the picture of the Eight Immortals in the Bamboo Grove hanging on the east wall, his face changed slightly.

It just so happened that Lao Liang looked back and saw a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then returned to normal, pretending to be casual and asked: "South, what do you think of this picture?"

Li Nanfang didn't speak, walked to the wall and raised his hand. He tapped his index finger on the red seal of the Eight Immortals of the Bamboo Forest, placed it under his nose, sniffed, and licked with the tip of his tongue.

In fact, according to Li Nanfang’s level of appraisal of antiques, there is no need to be so "serious" during appraisal. Just by looking at it, you can be sure that this picture is authentic. The market price is not over eighteen million, so don’t even think about it. .

He is so serious because he is afraid that if he makes a mistake, he will make a fool of himself in front of Lao Liang and leave a bad impression that people don't understand.

"Uncle Liang, from the perspective of Zheng Banqiao's "Eight Immortals in the Bamboo Forest", you are always a big upright official."

Li Nanfang expressed his sincere admiration. If Wang Defa and Chen Dali were present, they would definitely admire the five-body cast.

Lao Liang was taken aback for a moment: "Oh? It's just a picture. How can I be connected with me as an upright official?"

"If you are not an upright official, how dare you get at least eight million Zheng Banqiao's authentic relics and hang them upright in the living room?"

Before Li Nanfang spoke, Old Liang burst into laughter.

Deaf people can hear it, this is laughter from the heart, referred to as Long Yan Dayue.

It's more like Li Nanfang scratching his itch, and when he touched his itch all at once, his whole body is almost comfortable.

Those who are qualified to be a guest at Lao Liang’s house basically know a little bit about antiques. After all, those who can set foot in the Liang’s house are basically people who have no worries about food and clothing. They grow flowers and grass in their leisure time, play with antiques or little ladies. They are all required courses.

But no one would say like Li Nanfang after confirming that this is the authentic work of Zheng Banqiao.

At most, he would only praise a few words of priceless treasure, or persuade him tactfully, it is best to take this painting off, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Lao Liang can only haha----

"Confidante, confidant."

After the old Liang laughed, he raised his hand and patted Li Nanfang on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that your kid would be my confidant. Tell you, this picture was taken by me four years ago and spent 80 years. The piece came from Panjiayuan. In the past, there were people with improper minds who wanted to use this picture to fight my bad idea. But after careful investigation by the investigation team, it was determined that this picture was obtained by my hand- ---Ha, haha, the faces of those people must be uglier than monkey buttocks."

Jinghua Panjiayuan is a famous Taobao holy land all over the world.

Only in that kind of place can there be a treasure that spends eighty yuan and can buy at least eight million.

Of course, it may also spend 8 million to find fakes that are 80 fast, then it depends on the wealth and perspective.

When Lao Liang was an official in Beijing, his only hobby was to go to Panjiayuan to buy treasures. I don’t know how much money was spent on the wrong money, but he was able to find this picture, but it was a big **** luck. He regarded it as the biggest in his life. Pleasure.

But due to identity, I can't talk to people in detail.

Now that Li Nanfang has offered a high-level flattery, he can finally show off with outsiders. Can he be a confidant without Long Yan Joy?

"Southern, how can you study antiques at a young age?"

After Long Yan Dayue passed, Lao Liang was surprised that Li Nanfang could recognize antiques.

"how to say?"

Li Nanfang thought for a while and said ambiguously: "Maybe, I have a certain talent for identifying antiques, right?"

"It's definitely a talent. It's the first time I saw someone sniffing and licking with their tongues when identifying antiques."

Lao Liang took Li Nanfang to sit down and poured him a glass of water himself: "Quickly tell Uncle, is there any trick in this?"

"Specifically, I can't tell."

Li Nanfang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Of course he would not tell Lao Liang that he could identify antiques with his sense of smell. That was the reason why he opened the plug-in.

The black dragon hidden in his Qihai Dantian is no less sensitive to antiques than the jade that has only recently been of interest.

The black dragon is like an invading treasure appraisal authority in the antique industry for hundreds of years. It is truly true that only the sense of smell can distinguish the authenticity of antiques.

Seeing that Li Nanfang was not perfunctory, Lao Liang could only shook his head regretfully, and had to admit that the gift of talent did exist.

After chatting for a few more words, Lao Liang picked up his teacup and asked casually, "I heard that you made trouble in the central hospital yesterday?"

"Uncle Liang, I really don't blame me for this."

Li Nanfang can of course see that Lao Liang’s seemingly casual attitude reveals rigorous seriousness, and he knows that he has investigated the matter clearly. After all, he is the leader of the provincial government. If you want to know the troubles on the green hills, it is simply Don't be too simple.

What's more, when he was in the central hospital the day before yesterday, he had already expressed closeness to Li Nanfang in public.

So there is no need to deliberately investigate this matter, someone will take the initiative to report to him.

However, Li Nanfang knew very well that Lao Liang knew that this matter was a statement, and he had to elaborate on it again, which meant another meaning.

From an objective point of view, Li Nanfang gave a detailed account of how he knew Yang Xiao, a master of Chinese medicine with mental disabilities.

It seems that Lao Liang is quite satisfied with Li Nanfang's explanation, because his expression has not changed.

Only after Li Nanfang closed his mouth, he didn't speak for a long time, holding the tea cup in his left hand, and tapping lightly on the table with the bent index finger of his right hand.

He was weighing the pros and cons during the weighing period, for whether he could keep Lu Mingliang.

There was no need for Li Nanfang to make any request, Lao Liang had already thought of this in advance.

In the bedroom on the second floor, when Liang Xiaoyan's exclamation suddenly heard, Lao Liang woke up from his thoughts, looked back at the bedroom, and frowned.

The little young woman who pointed at the monk and cursed the bald donkey must not be able to bear curiosity. She put on the dark black silk and hooked her finger.

Li Nanfang thought to himself, and looked up to the second floor.

Seeing the bedroom door to the west opened, Liang Xiaoyan exposed her small head, naughty throwing her tongue out at her father, and then she retracted.

"This girl is always surprised."

Blaming his daughter, Lao Liang looked at Li Nanfang and slowly said, "Nanfang, you should know now, what is the origin of Deputy Dean Duan?"

"Dali Duan."

"Yes. Do you think it is necessary to conflict with Dali Duan in order to be the dean of a central hospital?"

Lao Liang put down his teacup and said, "You may have heard that in the past few years, the forces of the Duan Clan in Dali have never stepped north of the Dajiang River. But this is only the male Duan Clan."

Li Nanfang understood: "This deputy dean of the Duan family is the daughter of the Duan family married to the north. Although on the surface, she has nothing to do with the influence of the Duan family in Dali, but she is the daughter of the Duan family. Scruples."

"Oh. Maybe this is just another kind of penetration."

Lao Liang sighed and looked thoughtful: "Dali Duan, now he is no longer satisfied with Pianju."

"This is also human nature, greed is human nature."

"What you said makes sense."

Old Liang looked a little complicated and shook his head, and said softly, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I'm not good enough."

Lao Liang Guan lived in the main hall, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he was a terrible figure.

But in the eyes of the top Chinese giants like the Duan Clan in Dali, he is a passerby character in soy sauce, and he is not even qualified to fight.

The Yue family behind him can.

But the question is, even if Father Yue comes back to support Yue Zitong, will the Yue family smash with Dali Duan for a Lu Mingliang?

Li Nanfang understood what Lao Liang said, and said gratefully: "Uncle Liang, I understand."

"Let it go."

Old Liang persuaded: "What I mean, you personally come to the door and apologize to Vice President Duan----"

Before he finished speaking, Li Nanfang shook his head.

Lao Liang frowned.

Li Nanfang picked up the teacup, stared at the water and said faintly: "I never thought about being a man who will beg for the people. But this time, I won't give in. Lu Mingliang, I'm in Baoding. No matter what. , What means."

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