Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 464 - 463 What is the Precious Gift? _1

Chapter 464: Chapter 463 What is the Precious Gift? _1

After having dinner with Alice, Ren Feifan escorted her back to her hotel. Even though Alice tried to seduce him over and over again, Ren Feifan had gotten used to ignoring such advances and feigned indifference.

After seeing Alice off, Ren Feifan visited Yuan Hanqing. Yuan Hanqing, under the guidance of the "which goddess", was making swift progress in her supernatural cultivation training.

She had now reached the late yellow tier.

She indeed had some talent.

Since Yuan Hanqing was still in training and the "which goddess" was also absent, presumably dealing with some emergencies, Ren Feifan didn’t stay for a long time.

He had originally planned to directly go back to the school, but midway, he received a call from Cui Ying.

Cui Ying firstly scolded Ren Feifan for not calling her when he was in Jiangnan Province.

Ren Feifan could only laugh awkwardly and learned from the phone call that Cui Ying had sold a part of the properties in Lin City. With the remaining money and her friend in Jiangnan Province, they had started a real estate company.

This time she did not hoard properties, but directly bid for land, intending to build her own residential district but it seemed that she was encountering certain obstacles.

Regarding this huge project, her capital was obviously insufficient, but her friend in Jiangnan was incredibly wealthy. The two combined their capital and managed to keep the real estate company running through bank loans.

She had been working hard for the bid to obtain a piece of land in the west of Jiangnan Province these days.

Today, Cui Ying planned to give some gifts to the person in charge of the bidding, after all, this was customary in this line of work.

But her partner was unavailable, leaving her, a woman, to face those bunch of powerful men by herself. Feeling anxious, and with no other male friends around, she decisively called Ren Feifan.

Having learnt the situation from the phone, Ren Feifan, although feeling awkward, still agreed to help.

Allowing Cui Ying, a girl, to give gifts to those in charge was unpredictably risky.

...

In a certain villa area of Wanhua Garden in Jiangnan Province.

The person responsible for this bidding was Sun Quanzhou, who had a special identity. He had served several years in government, had been secretary to a certain leader and had directly left the government system to join a special institution for land reform and planning, soaring up the ranks.

When Sun Quanzhou was young, he had experienced life in rural areas and had written many books. His writing was remarkable, and he was even a member of the writer’s association and the calligraphy association of Jiangnan Province.

He had excellent handwriting. If he was said to be one of the top scholars in Jiangnan, no one would oppose.

Because Sun Quanzhou liked calligraphy and painting, Cui Ying specifically bought a painting from a master of ink wash painting, with a price of around 500,000 yuan. If she could give this painting as a gift, the bidding in the next few days would be relatively stable.

This was a little secret in the bidding industry.

It seems fair, but it’s not.

At the entrance of the villa, Cui Ying instructed, "Feifan, after entering, you don’t need to speak, and don’t lose your temper. If there is anything, you must communicate with me first."

"Okay."

Ren Feifan nodded.

While pondering what she said, Cui Ying rang the doorbell of Sun Quanzhou’s house.

The door opened, and after briefly stating their intentions, the housekeeper led the two in.

Upon entering the living room, Ren Feifan saw an elder with gray hair drinking tea. This must be the Sun Quanzhou Cui Ying had mentioned before.

Next to Sun Quanzhou sat a young man. He was quite good-looking with glasses, appearing quite cultured.

At the moment, he was talking to Sun Quanzhou about something with great interest.

When Cui Ying and Ren Feifan entered, the young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a smirk appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Ren Feifan didn’t feel anything wrong, but Cui Ying reacted strongly.

"I didn’t expect the boss of Taihu Real Estate also came to give a gift today, I’m deeply troubled."

"Taihu Real Estate is your rival?"

Cui Ying shook her head and said in a low voice, "More than a rival, they’re like a sworn enemy. I was planning to buy up buildings and houses earlier, but Taihu Real Estate intervened. That’s why I hastily decided to start my own real estate business. I didn’t expect to run into this guy during the bidding, and even now when giving gifts..."

Ren Feifan nodded, seemingly understanding.

He guessed that the gift in Cui Ying’s hand was probably much lighter compared to his.

"Mr. Sun, I am Cui Ying from Yingcheng Real Estate. We have contacted each other on the phone before."

Sun Quanzhou, who had some graying hair, glanced at Cui Ying, surprised by her beauty, and nodded his head.

"Hmm."

His attitude seemed somewhat indifferent.

Immediately afterward, Sun Quanzhou pointed to a young man beside him and laughed, "Ms. Cui, this is Qian Shihui, the junior boss of Taihu Real Estate. You could say he’s a colleague."

Cui Ying smiled awkwardly and greeted the young man.

However, Ren Feifan frowned, it seemed that this Sun Quanzhou wasn’t a good guy either. Inviting two people to deliver gifts at the same time obviously caused embarrassment for one party.

The most taboo thing in giving gifts is for peers to meet. But based on Sun Quanzhou’s face, he doesn’t seem like the kind to do such things.

In fact, Ren Feifan misunderstood him. Qian Shihui from Taihu Real Estate knew in advance that Cui Ying would be delivering her gift today, so he decided to make his visit then as well.

After exchanging pleasantries, Qian Shihui pulled out a scroll of calligraphy and smiled, "I heard that Mr. Sun celebrated his sixtieth birthday last week. I was busy then and could not attend. So, I have brought a small gift to apologize to Mr. Sun."

"If you’re here, you’re here. Why bring a gift? Your thoughts are enough. Just take the gift back."

Sun Quanzhou said somewhat dissatisfiedly, even going so far as to push the gift back.

He was in a special position. He knew the purpose of Cui Ying and Qian Shihui’s visit and didn’t expose them.

But he really couldn’t accept a gift that’s too valuable. That’s a taboo.

"Mr. Sun, you’ve misunderstand. This is not a valuable treasure. It’s just a piece of calligraphy written by my grandfather. Knowing Mr. Sun’s expertise in calligraphy, I brought this with me as a humble gift."

Sun Quanzhou was slightly confused. If it was indeed written by the other party’s grandfather, there would be no harm in accepting it.

He took over the calligraphy scroll, slowly untied it, and carefully examined it.

When he had fully unrolled it, his eyes chilled and he exclaimed in awe, "This isn’t ordinary calligraphy. It’s a master’s hand! It’s a replica of Huai Su’s ’Autobiography’, isn’t it? The cursive script is daring and refined, full of charm. If I am not mistaken, your grandfather is highly accomplished in calligraphy. By the way, what’s your grandfather’s name?"

Huai Su is a famous calligrapher in Huaxia, famous for his "wild cursive" hand, and he stood alongside Zhang Xu, both dubbed "Zhang the Madman and Su the Wild".

There are very few people in Huaxia who can copy it so accurately.

The young man looked at Cui Ying smugly, then pretended to be humble and said, "My grandfather’s name is Qian Shujun."

Upon hearing the name, ’Qian Shujun’, Sun Quanzhou was astonished and carefully put away the scroll. He sighed, "Old Qian is a prominent figure in the world of calligraphy in Huaxia. I have always wanted a piece of his work but never had the chance. I didn’t expect to see it today. I’ll accept this calligraphy. Please pass my thanks to Old Qian."

Qian Shihui knew very clearly that Sun Quanzhou would never accept money, but it so happens that Mr. Sun cherishes calligraphy. Given his grandfather’s accomplishments, it was irresistible for Mr. Sun not to accept it.

"Mr. Sun, you flatter me."

Qian Shihui bowed his hand and then turned to Cui Ying and said casually, "Oh, Miss Cui, is that a piece of calligraphy in your hands too? Could it be that your grandfather is also a great calligrapher?"

At this remark, Cui Ying’s face shifted slightly.