Chapter 321: Director of the Calligraphy and Painting Association

Xiao Changqian was so furious at Xiao Changkun that his whole body was trembling!

He would occasionally see the meme "Auntie, I don't want to work hard anymore" on various headline news feeds on his phone.

At that time, he had even harbored crooked thoughts, thinking that if he ever had money in the future and met a young, beautiful girl who said to him, "Uncle, I don't want to work hard anymore," he could just send her his address and let her come find him directly...

Of course, this only existed in his own fantasies; he never had the guts, nor the strength, to turn it into reality.

However, now that he heard Xiao Changkun talk about his wife like that, he didn't know why, but that imagery suddenly became very vivid!

In his mind, he even pictured a scene of a young man sitting in his wife's lap, fawningly calling her "Auntie"...

For a moment, Xiao Changqian felt as if he had gained countless green hats, and he was extremely angry inside.

In this instant, he was both anxious and furious, gritting his teeth as he cursed: "Xiao Changkun, what right do you have to mock my wife? Your wife is even less of a good thing! It's only because you're broke; if you had money, a piece of goods like Ma Lan would have already kept ten boy toys outside!"

Just then, the door to Xiao Changkun's bedroom opened, and Ma Lan rushed out, pointing at Xiao Changqian's nose and cursing: "Xiao Changqian, your own wife ran off, so why are you coming to our house to throw a tantrum? You even dare to mock me? Why don't you look at what kind of thing you are yourself!"

Seeing that Ma Lan had finally come out, Xiao Changqian sternly questioned: "Ma Lan! Have you seen Qian Hongyan or not?!"

Ma Lan cursed: "I told you I haven't seen her, so I haven't seen her. Why do you have so much nonsense to say? I'm telling you, Qian Hongyan kept a boy toy outside and ran off with the money. Believe it or not, that's up to you!"

Xiao Changqian gritted his teeth and cursed: "You say she kept a boy toy; what evidence do you have?"

Ma Lan said coldly: "Your wife and the money are both missing; what more evidence do you need? If you want evidence, why don't you go find it yourself? Why come to my house to look for it?"

Xiao Changqian was so angry he was about to have a heart attack. Old Mrs. Xiao, who was standing to the side, said coldly: "That's enough, go home! Stop making a fool of yourself here!"

Xiao Changqian pointed hatefully at Ma Lan and cursed: "You shrew, you wait for me! I'll deal with you sooner or later!"

Ma Lan spat a mouthful of phlegm on him and said angrily: "You're so poor you can't even afford to eat, and you still want to deal with me? You old bastard, you'll starve to death sooner or later!"

Having said that, Ma Lan slammed the door shut.

Xiao Changqian was exploding with rage, but he didn't dare to continue pestering them, fearing that Ye Chen might get angry and beat him again. Thus, he could only leave dejectedly with the old lady.

When they reached the entrance of the residential complex, Old Mrs. Xiao said to Xiao Changqian with a dark face: "I'll give you three days to find Qian Hongyan for me. If you can't find her, bring the money back. Otherwise, you don't need to come back to this house either!"

After saying this, the old lady flicked her sleeves in anger and left.

Xiao Changqian was almost on the verge of a breakdown.

The world is so big, where is he supposed to find Qian Hongyan?!

It seems he will have to go to Qian Hongyan's maiden home to take a look first.

After cursing Xiao Changqian away, Ma Lan's extremely depressed mood finally improved just a little bit.

Xiao Changkun didn't know about everything that had happened today and still thought Qian Hongyan had really run off with the money. He said with a face full of schadenfreude: "Haha, my big brother is truly clever for a lifetime but confused for a moment. He calculated everything, but he didn't calculate that his own backyard would catch fire. It's hilarious, hahahaha!"

Ye Chen glanced at Ma Lan. He hadn't expected this mother-in-law to be quite sharp; she adamantly denied having seen Qian Hongyan to Xiao Changqian and insisted on framing Qian Hongyan for having an affair and running off with the money, instantly shifting Xiao Changqian's attention elsewhere.

Ma Lan looked at Ye Chen with hatred, her eyes wishing she could eat him alive!

It was all this loser's fault for making He Lian and Qian Hongyan donate all the money she had lost. Now that she had lost all the family's money, she didn't know how she would hide it from Xiao Changkun!

At this moment, Xiao Changkun said excitedly: "By the way, wife, give me twenty thousand yuan; I need to treat some people to a meal tomorrow."

"Treat people to a meal?" Ma Lan became nervous all of a sudden and blurted out: "Who are you treating that requires twenty thousand yuan?!"

Xiao Changkun said with uncontrollable joy: "I joined our Jin Ling Calligraphy and Painting Association a while ago, and now there's a vacancy for an executive director position. I want to strive for it! So I want to treat the president and the other executive directors to a meal to build some rapport."

As he spoke, Xiao Changkun said proudly: "If I can secure this executive director position, I'll be considered a famous person in the Jin Ling antique circle from now on!"

Ma Lan hurriedly cursed: "Are you crazy? Twenty thousand yuan to treat people to a meal? Do you think our home is a printing press for money? I'm telling you, I don't agree!"

Xiao Changkun hurriedly said: "Oh wife, I'm just trying to climb a bit higher! Once I'm an executive director, I'll have many more opportunities to come into contact with antiques and paintings, and many more chances to pick up bargains. You've seen my ability to pick up bargains before; I made hundreds of thousands in one go!"

Ma Lan felt very guilty and said: "That still doesn't mean you can spend twenty thousand yuan to treat people to a meal! Do you really think the money at home was blown in by a strong wind?"

Xiao Changkun said angrily: "If I spend this money, I'll definitely earn it back in the future! If nothing else, can't we just count it as me borrowing it from you?"

Ma Lan said with great disdain: "Who doesn't know your lousy level of skill? Even if you become an executive director, what use would it be? I think you're about the same as Ye Chen, almost becoming a big liar who only knows how to fool people all day!"

Xiao Changkun immediately became anxious: "You old woman, why do you look down on me so much?"

Ma Lan hummed: "I just look down on you, so what? I'm telling you, if you want money, there isn't any!"

After saying this, she turned around and returned to her room, feigning anger.

Xiao Changkun was extremely depressed.

You stinky woman, what kind of trick are you playing?

You won't even give me twenty thousand yuan?

I've earned quite a bit of money, after all!

Just as he was about to go into the room to reason with Ma Lan, Ye Chen hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "Dad, since Mom isn't willing to give you the money, it's useless to chase after her for it."

Xiao Changkun said indignantly: "But I've already greeted them and said I would treat them to a meal! I only have about a thousand yuan in my pocket; how is that enough to treat people to a meal!"

As he spoke, Xiao Changkun added: "Our president even said that my chances of becoming an executive director are very high; it just depends on whether I can perform well!"

Hearing this, a wave of helplessness surged in Ye Chen's heart.

His father-in-law didn't know anything about antiques or paintings; he was a complete novice among novices. He had been scammed so many times and lost quite a bit of money, and in the end, he only earned a sum by scamming that Zhang Ermao.

It is said that Zhang Ermao now hides from him every day, doesn't answer his calls, doesn't reply to his WeChat, and if he sees him on the antique street, he would rather abandon his stall than not run away.

A person like him, mixing in the Calligraphy and Painting Association, is just making up the numbers.

However, Ye Chen naturally wouldn't say such things, so he said to Xiao Changkun: "Dad, I still have some private money; I'll transfer twenty thousand to your WeChat."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Changkun immediately said with great excitement: "Oh, my good son-in-law! You've really done Dad a huge favor!"

Ye Chen sighed, transferred twenty thousand yuan to him, and said: "Churan is coming back soon; I'm going to cook."

Xiao Changkun received the money and hurriedly said fawningly: "Good son-in-law, I'll come help you wash the rice!"