"Yes, yes..." Man Jun took a step forward, took out an invitation letter and two stacks of 100-dollar bills with bank seals from his bag, and placed them in front of the registered staff.

"Well, this is a receipt. Please collect it. Wait until the transaction is over and return the margin with the receipt..."

The man issued a receipt, then picked up a sign with 28 Arabic numerals and handed it to Man Jun. Fang Yi had also seen Bai Chuxia have one before, but he didn't know what it was for.

"Brother Man, what is this for?" When entering the conference room, Fang Yi picked up the sign in Man Jun's hand strangely.

"We are here to participate in the auction, so this brand is naturally used for yelling prices. You don't even know this?"

As soon as Man Jun said this, he immediately understood that Fang Yi had lived on the mountain since he was a child. Although he quickly integrated into life after going down the mountain, his knowledge was still worse than that of people who had lived in society for more than ten years. Before that, he might not even know what an auction was.

"Hey, brother, don't be angry, I forgot your previous experience..." Man Jun said with some guilt.

"I'm not angry, Brother Man, don't I know what you said?" Fang Yi was not angry either. He knew that this was Man Jun's unintentional words.

"Two, I'll check your license plate..."

After the two entered the conference room inside, a girl in blue and white cheongsam immediately came up, looked at the number in Fang Yi's hand, and said, "Please come with me, two gentlemen, your location is here..."

"Brother Man, the auction place is not very big. You can only have a hundred people at most, right?"

After entering the conference room, Fang Yi found that the entire venue was not very big, but it was a bit like a cinema he went to with Fatty a few days ago. At the front was a platform about one meter above the ground, and opposite the platform were several rows of sofa chairs.

However, compared with the cinema, the level here is undoubtedly much higher. There is a small coffee table between each sofa and chair, with a bottle of water, an ashtray and a plate of washed fruits on it. The service is very thoughtful and meticulous.

Perhaps because of the registration before and after, Fang Yi's seat was next to Mr. Su and others. Mr. Su sat between the three of them, and the police officer Bai happened to sit next to Fang Yi. When Fang Yi sat down, he looked up at him.

"Oh, Fang Yi, you guy is lucky, you're next to the beauty..." After the two of them sat down, the fat man squeezed his eyes at Fang Yi. Although he couldn't see the woman's appearance through a large frame, just from his figure, he was a first-class beauty.

"Brother Man, what are we here for..." Fang Yi looked at Man Jun speechlessly. After guessing the purpose of this police officer Bai participating in the auction, Fang Yi decided to stay away from him. He was so glad that she didn't recognize him.

"Hehe, it's okay to pick up girls and make money. I miss you, Brother Man, back then..."

The auction was still a few minutes away from the opening. Now there was still people coming to the venue. Man Jun had nothing to do, so he simply blew up with Fang Yi. But he forgot that although his voice was very low, the distance between him and Mr. Su and the others was too close.

"Vulgar..." A crisp female voice came from Officer Bai's position, and there was a contemptuous look. Man Jun's voice suddenly stopped, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Oh, Lao Xie, you are here too..." Man Jun, who was embarrassed, raised his head when he saw an acquaintance, and quickly stood up and said hello.

"Old Man, what you said, why don't I come here and you took away all the good things?"

The man who spoke to Man Jun was also in his forties. He had a piece of chicken oil-yellow beeswax cake hanging around his neck, a huge pigeon blood-red ring on his hand, and a pair of old-fashioned jackets with fragrant clouds, which looked like an old social landlord and old financed.

"Old Man, I heard that you took a pair of Tang Bohu's fan some time ago, right?"

The man who was called Lao Xie by Manjun saw that there was no one next to Manjun's seat, so he sat down and said, "What, let's give a price. Do you know that a customer of me likes to collect famous calligraphy and paintings, and transfer that fan to me..."

"Old Xie, it's not that my brother won't give it to you, it's because you're too late..." Man Jun sighed in an outfit and said, "I took my hand off the day after I put it in. I'm really embarrassed to do this..."

Manjun said embarrassedly, but his face was full of smiles. Lao Xie's name was Xie Qingyang, and he was also a famous antique dealer in Jinling. His business scale was much larger than that of Manjun. As the saying goes, his peers were enemies. Even if Manjun did not take action, he would never give it to Lao Xie.

The antique business has a characteristic, that is, it is difficult to buy and sell. If you don’t agree with a good antique when you receive it, but also, if you have good things on your hands, you may not be able to sell them. At some point, good customers are even more important than the purchase channel.

The customers of antique shops are basically high-end successful people. Their needs are varied and weird. Whoever can meet the customer's requirements can tie the relationship to the ceramics and collect things from others to maintain their own customers. This is also what they often do.

Of course, if it weren't for the money that they were eager to use or the other party's bid was higher than the market price, ordinary people wouldn't sell things to their peers. Man Jun has done a good job in the past two years and there are signs of catching up with Lao Xie, so the relationship between the two is not as harmonious as it seems on the surface.

"Hey, Lao Man, I haven't mentioned the price yet. You kid are so unpretentious? Tell me who did you sell it to? I'll talk to him..."

After hearing Man Jun's words, Xie Qingyang's face showed a little unhappiness. He really had a customer collecting Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings. So whenever he heard anyone in the circle got Tang Bohu's things, Xie Qingyang would usually buy them at a high price. Anyway, the wool comes from the sheep, and even the money and profit can be earned back from the customers.

"Old Xie, do you really want to talk to my buyer?" Man Jun couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"What's wrong? I, Xie Qingyang, don't even have such face in Jinling?"

Man Jun's words made Xie Qingyang frown. He started to trade antiques in the mid-1980s. Now he has a net worth of tens of millions. He is also considered a number one figure in the Jinling Antiques Store. Man Jun can only be regarded as a junior in front of him.

"Then, Lao Xie, the thing was bought by Mr. Sun. You go and talk to Mr. Sun..." Man Jun glanced at Fang Yi and almost laughed because he knew that Xie Qingyang was most afraid of Mr. Sun in the Jinling antiques store.

It was five years ago when Mr. Sun had just retired. Xie Qingyang ran to Mr. Sun's house and actually wanted to ask Mr. Sun to be the shopkeeper of his antique shop. He said that he would give it to Mr. Sun's fourth-quarter members. In other words, Mr. Sun could become the second largest shareholder of his antique shop without spending a penny.

But what Xie Qingyang didn't expect was that Mr. Sun, who had poured him a cup of tea and gave him a seat, poured the tea on Xie Qingyang's face and even picked up a broom to knock Xie Qingyang out of the house. Before Xie Qingyang could go down the stairs, the gift he brought was thrown out by Sun Lianda.

There have always been rumors in the industry that Mr. Sun did not allow antique dealers to enter his house. In fact, the source was from this place. Mr. Sun, who was disgusted by Xie Qingyang's philanthropist, has set this rule since then.

No matter what, Xie Qingyang is also a well-known figure in the Jinling Antiques Store. After being kicked out of the door, he was naturally very resentful.

So Xie Qingyang made a statement in several public occasions, saying that he sincerely came to invite him to the door, hoping that Sun Lianda would make use of his remaining energy after retirement, but Sun Lianda really did not know how to be polite and deserved to be at home and wait for death.

However, the development of the matter was a slap in the face of Xie Qingyang. A few days after he said this, Sun Lianda was hired by the National Appraisal Committee and became the leading cultural relics appraisal expert in the country. His status in the industry suddenly rose.

Although Sun Lianda did not have the same knowledge as Xie Qingyang, as Sun Lianda's identity changed, Xie Qingyang also discovered that the people around him gradually became alienated from him. Only then did Xie Qingyang realize that he had done something stupid.

Xie Qingyang, who regretted it, bought a generous gift and went to the capital to apologize to Sun Lianda. However, this time he couldn't even enter the door, and was scolded by an old senior from the business whom he asked for his relationship and told him that he was not old or young and did not know how to respect teachers and education.

The most important thing in the antique business is connections. After people in the circle knew that Xie Qingyang offended Sun Lianda, Xie Qingyang could not invite the top appraisal masters in China, which caused him to take medicine several times later and lose a lot of money.
Chapter completed!