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Xi Yaoyao was shopping with Song Wen. After a day's rest, she naturally wanted to relax, and walked to Baodi Plaza.

"How about we go to Sister Jun's house?"

Xi Yaoyao suddenly proposed.

"Isn't this bad, I suddenly went to the door and didn't even bring a gift", Song Wen hesitated.

Xi Yaoyao pulled her, "It's not a special visit. It's too late to buy gifts. I'll call to ask if I'm home."

Xi Yaoyao put down the phone, "Sister Jun asked us to go straight, and turn left at Greenland Plaza. She happened to be at home."

"All right," Song Wen nodded in agreement.

The last resignation banquet was originally scheduled to be visited on the next day. It coincided with Wang Zhengjun's temporary business, but it was never completed due to various reasons.This time I was finally at home, so I can't miss it.

"I don't know what the price is here?"

As the two waited at the door, Song Wen looked at the elegant and exquisite community and couldn't help but ask.

"It is estimated that it will cost one to two hundred thousand," Xi Yaoyao was also uncertain.

Located in a prosperous section, coupled with the rebound in the property market, basically no less than the price of 100,000!

Song Wen was a little envious, "I don't know when I can buy a house?"

Xi Yaoyao: "I think too much. It would be nice to be able to buy it in Qingpu and Chongming. A few days ago, Lao Hu was still there and said that he wanted to be listed for ten years, but he thought very beautiful."

Song Wen sighed. When it comes to housing prices, it always makes people feel unhappy.

In speechless depression, Wang Zhengjun appeared in his sight, wearing a long pink dress, with a round body and a slender waist, very goddess style, making both beauties stare at him.

"Sister Jun, why did you come down in person?" Xi Yaoyao spoke first.

"It's okay, I'll show you the way, and I'll know where my home is next time." Wang Zhengjun attaches great importance to the relationship with his former colleagues and friends. It is difficult to find pure friends in the current life circle.

Go out in person, show respect, and try to give people a sense of closeness.

The community is composed of 9 high-rise apartments with 23-24 floors, and adopts the extremely rare enclosed layout of riverside mansions in the inner ring, in order to experience the full range of landscape experience.

All houses are designed with one ladder and one household to fully protect privacy.

"Sister Jun, what does the first one mean?"

Song Wen was very curious.

"It's the old official culture. The first class people regard courtesy as officials, and they don't learn courtesy, and they can't stand." Wang Zhengjun casually explained.

Because it was not convenient for men to discuss matters at home, Wang Zhengjun naturally led them to another room.

Only four bedrooms were built in the duplex mansion in the small area. She has two bedrooms exclusively in her hands. The all-suite design can be said to be very generous.

The two of Song Wen strolled casually. The four-bay room faces the south, and the north-south layout is transparent. The dining and living rooms are lined up with an external viewing balcony, providing a better view.

I feel that the whole decoration style is a little serious, the architectural sense is very deep, simple and orderly, full of Zen, and release the quaint charm.

"Sister Jun, I thought it was the pure white and simple luxury style. I didn't expect it to be like this. This is the first time I have seen it", Song Wen tut was surprised.

Wang Zhengjun smiled and said nothing.

Naturally, this is not her aesthetics. It is completely in accordance with the meaning of a man, showing a simple and pure style in the light and shadow with a sense of order.

"Sister Jun, bring your masterpiece and let us appreciate it," Song Wen said with a smile while holding Wang Zhengjun's hand.

Wang Zhengjun's face was embarrassed, and the study was in another room. After thinking about it, he decided to satisfy the curiosity of the two people, so as not to keep shirking and let people misunderstand that she is bragging.

"Wait a moment, I'll get it, not here."

"It's not far, let me help you, Sister Jun", Song Wen took the initiative to resign.

"It's right next door, and my husband is there to talk about things, so I didn't take you there," Wang Zhengjun explained with a smile.

Song Wen stuck his tongue out, "Then have we disturbed your private space?"

"It's okay, he is busy with work, I don't know what time it is", Wang Zhengjun smiled and turned back to the bedroom.

The two suites were naturally connected by a secret door. Wang Zhengjun drew a few lines on the front mirror, the light flickered, and a door opened silently.

"Why did Sister Jun go to the bedroom?" Song Wen was a little curious.

"There should be a secret door," Xi Yaoyao guessed.

"Hao is inhuman", Song Wen could only roll his eyes.

I thought that the duplex mansion was already suffocating, but I didn't expect to buy two sets, leaving people speechless.

"Now it seems that Sister Jun’s husband is not an ordinary local tyrant," Xi Yaoyao acted like a detective.

"It goes without saying that the addition of two houses to one piece will cost more than 100 million yuan. Looking at the decoration, it can't be done without tens of millions," Song Wen guessed.

Xi Yaoyao was no longer excited about visiting the mansion for the first time, sitting on the sofa and waiting for the owner, Song Wen was very interested, not only was not hit, but a little eager to try.

Recently, Xi Yaoyao also gave up the plan to take shortcuts, no longer mingled with the company's juniors, and went to work honestly.

It's not a change of heart and preparations for a new life. It's really because Wang Zhengjun gave her too much blow, and it was too frustrating to fish for a beetroot son-in-law, even Wang Zhengjun's shadow could not be touched.

"is this real?"

When Xi Yaoyao looked up occasionally, she saw a pair of big characters with a knife, a knife, and axe. She didn't know a few of them, but she still recognized the signature "Ninety-one-year-old Baishi".

"Wow, Qi Baishi's work", Song Wen looked down his gaze and was taken aback. "It shouldn't be a fake, but would the genuine product be too expensive."

"Just check it and you'll know." Xi Yaoyao took out her mobile phone and scanned the large characters, and the item information came out soon.

Qi Baishi: "Three Perfect Combinations", which fully demonstrates the artistic achievements of old Baishi's poetry, calligraphy, painting and printing, 51.75 million yuan, 2016 Guardian Autumn Auction.

Xi Yaoyao was so frightened that she almost couldn't hold her mobile phone securely. Tens of millions of things were hung in the living room without putting tens of millions of things in the collection room. This kind of taste is really unflattering.

"Maybe it's a copy," Song Wen said on the side. "It's not that many people took a picture of a famous name and hang a copy in the living room."

"Really?" Xi Yaoyao thought, too.

After all, the scan of everything in the APP version is not very accurate, sometimes there are errors, and it is normal to not distinguish the difference between the original and the duplicate.

Magic Mirror 3: Born Known has caused a huge sensation after it went public. Everyone was shocked by the rich accumulation of Magic Company and the rapid development of science and technology.

It is equivalent to a pocket encyclopedia, everything is known, except that it cannot be targeted at personal belongings, but the price is as high as 5000-10000, which is still too expensive for ordinary people.

There will be a market when there is a chance, and soon someone will develop an APP version of the scanner. Although the accuracy and speed are speechless, and even many things cannot be scanned, the key is that it is free, and the number of downloads has increased rapidly.

"You said, which company does Sister Jun's husband belong to?" Xi Yaoyao asked in a low voice.

"I don't know this", Song Wen shook his head.

"Looking at this situation, it's not an ordinary company executive, at least a partner of a listed company," Xi Yaoyao didn't say a word.

Either he is an old man, over half a hundred years old, if he is young and rich, it would be too jealous.

Only seeing the current posture, only real estate is worth hundreds of millions. Luxury cars, paintings and calligraphy are certainly not a few. If it is just an executive of an ordinary listed company, the option reward of several hundred million is already quite a lot, but it will not survive. So costly!

Without a net worth of billions or tens of billions, the confidence would not be so full. Who would spend tens of millions to make useless calligraphy and painting?

Even though he didn't know the truth or not, Xi Yaoyao was convinced in her subconscious mind, but Wang Zhengjun was too impressed.

"There is no wedding photo, and I don't even know what the brother-in-law looks like." Song Wen looked around and found no clues.

"Don't go around, you didn't hear Sister Jun say that living in another house, I guess there are very few people here, what photos are hanging up, besides, many rich people don't like hanging wedding photos on the wall," Xi Yaoyao said casually.

"I didn't see that Sister Jun's family is so deep before." Song Wen leaned on the sofa, probably because of psychological effects, and felt that even the sofa was more restrained than normal.

"Too low-key." Xi Yaoyao has thought about this problem countless times.

Since the last resignation banquet was over, everyone has been tweeting for a long time and recalled that from Wang Zhengjun's food, clothing, housing and transportation, they did not find any clues.

Usually, I may occasionally see Wang Zhengjun carrying a Hermes bag, and they all dismissed it under the excuse of high imitation.

Besides, there are so many mistresses in the company, and Wang Zhengjun is not conspicuous at all who are not brand-name luxury goods.

Now I know that the level of my family has surpassed that of luxury brands. It is completely customized. No wonder I accidentally see one or two letters that I don’t recognize, and I think it is a miscellaneous brand.

"Last time I went out to work with sister Jun, it happened to be raining. I was afraid that the materials would get wet. I held it in my arms. Sister Jun picked up her bag and gave me a handbag. At that time, I thought it was Gao Fang. I think it should be real. A bag of more than 400,000 yuan is really just a handbag."

The two were chatting there. Wang Zhengjun came back with some paintings and calligraphy, "Wait, wait, some works have been sent for appreciation. I have probably three or four pairs here."

Xi Yaoyao smiled and said, "Sister Jun, when will the painting exhibition start?"

"About a month or two," Wang Zhengjun put the calligraphy and painting on the table.

"Preparatory work is more troublesome. You know that I am not from a major and have no connections, but I am also not interested in mixing in the circle. This exhibition is just because of interest, but I can't be ashamed. I still need to prepare."

Xi Yaoyao naturally understands the power of the circle, boasting to each other internally, raising her own value, and closing herself to the outside world, even not allowing outsiders to come in for food.

If Wang Zhengjun wants to step in, he must be mentally prepared to be scolded by others. Of course, money can make ghosts to the point of Jack Ma. No matter how bad the writing is, there are countless people who swear by it.

A roll of blooming peonies slowly unfolds, six feet long and three feet wide. The gouache paintings are lifelike. The flowers, flowers, leaves and leaves seem to be picked from the morning dew. The vitality of life and the dangling pen and ink mirror each other, and the vertical posture is dripping and vivid.

The postscript and signature are: Mr. Yulan Yajiao, Bingshen Chongyang, Zhengjun, and it is stamped with the white seal of Wang Zhengjun.

"Sister Jun, I don't know how to express, the painting is really good", after a long time, Song Wen said.

"It's beautiful," Xi Yaoyao agreed.

Wang Zhengjun smiled and said, "This was made on the Double Ninth Festival this year. Teacher Wu Yulan was there at the time. She was a professor at the Shanghai Academy of Fine Arts and the editor-in-chief of "Landscape". This painting was originally given to her, but something was delayed. Up."

Xi Yaoyao and the two naturally didn't know who Wu Yulan was, or her expertise in the professional field, but Wang Zhengjun's tone should be a big name.

"Sister Jun can have her own interests, it's good," Song Wen was a little bit envious. "It has always been my envious life that I don't pursue personal fame, but purely rely on passion and express my feelings."

Wang Zhengjun persuaded, "It's not too late to start now, hobbies, it doesn't matter sooner or later, as long as you like it, do you have anything you like?"

Song Wen shook his head, "I just don't have anything of special interest, so I have always envied people like you."

Xi Yaoyao nodded: "Yes, I often see this hobby and hobby on the Internet. Unfortunately, since I was a kid, I haven't found what I particularly like? Musical instruments, calligraphy and painting, craftsmanship and even cooking are not all interested."

Wang Zhengjun has really thought about this issue. He heard that, "For most of us, the so-called hobby is just that you have paid too much on it, so you can’t give up. Over time, it becomes a hobby. I think After a scientific investigation, only a very small number of people are enthusiastic about something, so if you want to develop a hobby, you must first put in time and energy."

Song Wen thoughtfully, she found that the people around her were indeed like this, and couldn't help asking, "Sister Jun, are you too?"

Wang Zhengjun smiled, "When I was very young, my father taught me to write and paint. At that time, I only felt very boring. I even thought that I would never go to the study again when I grew up. Later, my studies were abandoned. In recent years, suddenly I remembered what happened when I was a child, and didn't feel bored anymore, so I picked it up again."

Song Wen nodded.

Xi Yaoyao interrupted next to him, "Sister Jun, this old man Baishi's words..."

"Oh", Wang Zhengjun looked up, "This is given to me by your brother-in-law who just photographed it. The writing is very good, but it's too expensive. Although I came to "Cao Quanbei", it was with Old Man Baishi. They have different styles and can only be regarded as collectibles."

Xi Yaoyao doesn’t know calligraphy at all, and doesn’t know what "Cao Quanbei" is, but it doesn’t prevent her from getting close.

"Brother-in-law is very kind to you. I read online and said that the transaction price is more than 40 million yuan, and all the affection is here. This is called a smile for a Pomeranian and a big spend."

Wang Zhengjun chuckled, "Just your sweet mouth. I heard that you are very focused on work recently. Why are you short of money?"

Xi Yaoyao acted like a baby, "Sister Jun, don't laugh at me."

Wang Zhengjun is stern, "Yaoyao is right like this. We want to find a wishful man. It is natural and righteous. No one can say anything. However, we should not regard this as the only goal in life. We must know that there are many things that are worthy of us. Do it."

"I got it," Xi Yaoyao was convinced, and no longer had the crooked accents he had before. Maybe it was because the charm of money was so great that it made people unconsciously have a sense of trust.