Chapter 108: Wedding Photo (3)

"Who doesn't want to marry you? Don't get confused!" Qin Nuan Yu pinched Yang Xiaofan's soft waist.

Yang Xiaofan first took a sharp breath, then immediately pulled Qin Nuan Yu into his arms and rubbed vigorously against her neck.

"Class monitor, don't overthink it. You're my person. Early or late, it's still sleeping. Besides, you already have a little baby—what's there to be shy about?"

"If you act like this, I won't dare to talk to Xiao Qing or Xiao Yun tomorrow."

"No way. Just follow my lead and get some thicker skin."

In the end, Qin Nuan Yu couldn't resist Yang Xiaofan's shameless face and reluctantly allowed him to stay in the room.

Before long, the real estate manager sent several files via WeChat. They were all drafts and design concepts prepared by the decoration company.

It was clear they had worked overtime, setting aside all other business to produce the drafts.

Although rough, they had poured out everything they had inherited from their ancestors.

The various designs also kept pace with current fashion trends.

Yang Xiaofan and Qin Nuan Yu discussed and referenced them together, finally settling on a design inspired by "Dragon and Phoenix Presenting Auspiciousness," which they then submitted to the other party.

"Just follow this design draft."

"No problem. I'll have them arrange the decoration work immediately. All materials and payments will be itemized into reports for your review later."

"Alright. Once it's finished, the money I promised you won't be less."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang."

After hanging up, Yang Xiaofan continued the conversation with Qin Nuan Yu about another matter.

"Regarding the wedding photo shoot, do you have any thoughts?"

Qin Nuan Yu thought for a moment.

"Actually, before, I really wanted to hold a very romantic wedding and take some beautiful wedding photos. But once I met the person I truly liked, those things suddenly seemed unimportant. As long as I marry you, even without the photos, it doesn't matter. So, I'll listen to whatever you decide."

Yang Xiaofan gently stroked Qin Nuan Yu's little head.

"You don't have to give in, but I must. Just like what my dad said, no matter how your family is, since our family wants to marry you, we have to do it in a grand manner and bring you into the house. I'll handle the wedding photos for you. Now, you should go to sleep first."

"Mm. Don't stay up too late."

"Rest assured, I'll put all my energy into you. Until ten months later... hehehe..."

Qin Nuan Yu's face flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but spit at him.

"Scumbag."

Yang Xiaofan, thick-faced, kissed her on the cheek, picked up his phone, and hurried downstairs to the car outside to make a call.

"Hello, Fatty, it's me—Xiaofan."

His call was to Gu Hao.

Gu Hao now managed the auction house's affairs, meeting countless wealthy people from across the country every day.

Among them, there must be someone specializing in wedding photography.

"Xiaofan, it's so late. Why the sudden call?"

"I need a favor. Among the rich people you know, is there anyone who handles wedding photography? I want the best one. No small companies."

"Of course there are. Rich people always go to high-end studios. Sometimes a full set of wedding photos costs hundreds of thousands or even millions. The locations they choose are extraordinary—places ordinary people don't even have the chance to visit."

"Then help me contact the top one. Before noon tomorrow, give me his contact info. I want to talk to him myself."

"No problem. Since you're calling, I have something to tell you too."

"Go ahead."

"You probably know your traffic has been surging, so your price has risen steadily, and your paintings' value has increased along with it."

"To help your paintings appreciate, I've been reducing the daily auction count. Now it's five paintings a day instead of several."

"Although the volume is lower, no money was lost. The price per painting jumped from an average of over twenty million to over forty million—exactly doubled. This has made it even more sought-after, with more buyers appearing every day."

Yang Xiaofan thought briefly and understood the logic.

Value stems from rarity, and combined with his rising status, it drove the paintings' appreciation.

"You did well, but even so, there will eventually be a day when it reaches saturation. Too many paintings will make them worthless. After all, there are only so many rich people in the country."

"Regarding this, I had already thought it through long ago. After that, your price will rise again, and we'll reduce the auctions until it's one painting a day. At that point, a single painting appreciating to one hundred million isn't impossible."

"In a while, you'll declare yourself finished and wash your hands clean. From then on, the number of paintings will be fixed, as many as there are. It will continue to appreciate. This kind of thing lacks real value anyway. After the current frenzy fades, the hype may decline and buyers will thin out. It's just that you won't be able to rely on selling paintings to earn a lifetime's fortune."

Yang Xiaofan smiled faintly.

"That may not necessarily be. After the domestic tycoons are harvested, there are still foreign ones."

"Foreigners don't have much interest in our guohua. Our cultural differences are too great."

"Then what if I paint in oil?"

"......"

The line fell silent for a full ten seconds. Then Gu Hao suddenly cursed.

"Yang Xiaofan, you fucking bastard! How many skills haven't I seen yet? We've lived together for over a year, and I never realized you had so many talents?"

Guohua is one thing, but oil painting too!

You know, these are two completely different fields. Although both are painting, the difficulty is worlds apart!

Ordinary people might spend a lifetime mastering one, but not reach Yang Xiaofan's level. Yet he has elevated both to this master tier. This... this is simply... unbelievable.

Yang Xiaofan cleared his throat.

"Keep a low profile. I'm not being modest; I just want to be buddies with you. If I had shown my painting level from the start, would we have had so much interaction? Would you not constantly praise my feet?"

"That makes sense. Then I'll spare you. But when you return to northern Jiangsu, you owe me drinks to make up for my injured little heart."

"Drinking time might not be available. I'll give you a raise this month."

"Deal!"