"Old Sun, which old Sun?" Xie Qingyang didn't react for a while after hearing Man Jun's words, because his subconscious mind has been blocking the name Sun Lianda in recent years, and did not connect Sun Lianda for a while.

"Old Xie, how many old men can there be in our Jinling?" Man Jun looked at Xie Qingyang with a smile.

"Is it... the one from the museum?" Xie Qingyang understood now, and a flies appeared on his face. He was not even willing to mention the name Sun Lianda.

"Old Man, are you saying true?" Xie Qingyang asked with a bad face. If he knew that Man Jun was fooling him, then even if Xie Qingyang broke up with Man Jun, he would have to let him go in the business.

"Old Xie, can I talk nonsense about this? It's really sold to Mr. Sun..."

Man Jun didn't want to really have a quarrel with Xie Qingyang, and said immediately: "I heard that someone in Danyang has a look of Tang Bohu's words. Let me contact you afterwards. If you like it, please take it away..."

"Okay, Lao Man, thank you..." Xie Qingyang, who was a little disobedient just now, stood up and said, "My man is in front, I'll sit in front. Lao Man, just turn around and give me the contact information..."

"Okay, I'll send you a text message later..." Man Jun nodded and watched Xie Qingyang go to the front row with a smile.

"Brother Man, is this person having a holiday with the teacher?" Fang Yi asked thoughtfully after Xie Qingyang left. When Man Jun mentioned the teacher just now, Fang Yi could feel Xie Qingyang's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"He's worthy?"

Manjun snorted disdainfully. Mr. Sun never said anything to the outside world from beginning to end. The person who slandered Mr. Sun in the circle was Xie Qingyang, and he was the one who rushed to apologize, which made the people in the circle look down on him very much.

"Old Xie is not very good-looking. If you deal with him in the future, be careful..." Seeing that someone had already walked onto the stage, Man Jun just explained Fang Yi, and did not elaborate on the grudge between Xie Qingyang and Sun Lianda.

"Brother Man, I understand..."

Fang Yi's eyes flashed, he nodded without saying anything. He turned his head and looked around. At this time, more than half of the people were already sitting in the small conference room. It seemed that the auction was about to begin.

Fang Yi could feel that the police officer Bai, who was sitting on the sofa chair next to him, suddenly tensed up, and his right hand unconsciously grabbed the armrest of the sofa, and the tension in his heart was fully reflected in these small movements.

"Dear sirs and ladies, elites in the business world, and colleagues from the antiques business, welcome everyone to attend the small art auction exchange meeting held by the Collection Art Company..."

A middle-aged man in a suit stood in front of the microphone on the stage, said a few brief words to open the door and then said: "There are old friends who have participated in the auction here, and new friends who have come here for the first time. I'll talk about the rules of our auction here..."

Since the collection company does not have an auction list, their auction process is a bit different from that of some large auction houses, that is, they will place the numbered lots on the stage, and all buyers can go on stage to appraise.

The practice of the collection company is also very humane. Every buyer with a time mark can go up to two people. In other words, the buyer can not only go up to see it by himself, but also bring an appraiser to it. This not only satisfies the buyer's mentality of seeing first-hand objects, but also allows professionals to help him check it.

As for the rules at auction, it is similar to that in regular auctions, each item has a starting price. Items with a starting price of more than 1,000 yuan must not be less than 100 yuan each time, while items with a starting price of more than 100,000 yuan each time, and items with a starting price of more than 100,000 yuan must not be less than 100,000 yuan.

"Brother Man, there is something that starts at a starting price of 1,000?"

After hearing the person's introduction, Fang Yi couldn't help but ask Man Jun in a low voice. After knowing that the person sitting next to him was a big boss worth billions, Fang Yi thought that the minimum starting price of the auction here was more than 100,000 yuan.

In fact, this is also a problem with Fang Yi's perception of collection. Rich bosses like to collect antiques, although they like to have high collection value, but some people like to collect some unpopular things and do not care about the value of the collection.

Just like Su Shilun, when he first came into contact with collecting, he was a collection of comic strips. Su Shilun is also the largest comic strip collector in China. Moreover, Su Shilun’s collection is not those very expensive antiques, but four treasures of the study. He is particularly fond of ancient inkstones used by celebrities.

"Collection companies are different from regular auction houses. They have all kinds of items since they were young. You will know when you go up and see things..." Although Man Jun was here for the first time, he has heard a lot about this company and knows that their lots are all kinds of, and even many unpopular things.

"By the way, didn't I ask you to bring the money? How much did you bring?" Man Jun turned his face and looked at Fang Yi. It was a bit time this morning, but he forgot to ask Fang Yi about this.

"Take it, not much..." Fang Yi scratched his head, lowered his voice a little embarrassedly, and said, "I brought it more than 23,000 yuan, but I still got it now. I didn't have time to withdraw money in the morning..."

Compared with those bosses on the field who often bring hundreds of cash, Fang Yi’s five-ten thousand is indeed a bit incapable of making a move.

In fact, this matter should be blamed on Man Jun. When Fang Yi asked Sanpao for money yesterday, it was already past 11 o'clock in the middle of the night. Sanpao's body was only more than 3,000 yuan. In desperation, he could only go to the ATM to withdraw the money, but the ATM could only withdraw 20,000 yuan a day, so Fang Yi brought all the 20,000 yuan.

"Twenty-three thousand, brother, I will compensate you for the money, right?" When Man Jun heard this number that was similar to the compensation for a car accident, he couldn't help but feel a little tooth pain. At that time, he was beaten up by the little fat man.

"Hehe, Brother Man, we have made some money during this period..."

Fang Yi smiled and didn't take Man Jun's words. Although he had only been in a business for a week or two, he earned nearly 2,000 yuan a day on average. Now Fang Yi and his friends' deposits have exceeded 40,000 yuan in total.

"Let me go back and see a low-value object for you. If no one takes a photo, you can take a photo and pick up a small leak..." Man Jun was naturally joking with Fang Yi just now. Just being able to make friends with Mr. Sun would not be able to buy it for 20,000 yuan, so how could he care about that little money?

"Everyone, please go to the stage. Every time ten people come up, start from the first row..."

While Fang Yi and Man Jun were whispering, staff on the table were already busy. They pushed up more than 30 mobile booths of all sizes, and each booth was covered with red silk cloth, with something on it.

As Man Jun said, the things sold at this auction are indeed quite messy, from the four treasures of the study to the furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties, to calligraphy, paintings and ceramics, as well as the cultural and play miscellaneous items made by Fang Yi now, almost all the types involved in antiques are on the table.

"Brother Man, aren't we back to the antique market?" Seeing the platform that seemed very high-end, it was suddenly filled with these mixed things, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel like setting up a stall in the antique market.

"Grandma, this is really dazzling..." Man Jun just heard that he was a little stunned when he saw this scene with his own eyes. This dazzling array of antiques looks like he could tell the truth at first glance.

Not to mention that Man Jun was dazed in the audience, the people sitting in the front row had already started to appraise on the stage. However, Fang Yi found that these people were very purposeful when they came on stage. Some people only looked at porcelain, while others were looking at calligraphy and paintings, and they did not see everything.

"Brother Man, what are you planning to buy today?"

Fang Yi understood after a moment of thinking. Whether it is a collector or an antique dealer, they are generally targeted, and the same is true for appraisers. A few days ago, Fang Yi heard from his teacher that ancient cultural relics were profound and no one could learn all kinds of identification.

"I want to see if there are any good calligraphy and paintings. I don't want those that are too old, just those in modern times and in the late Qing Dynasty..." Man Jun's main business is calligraphy and paintings, but this time he didn't bring much money, so he could only lower his expectations.

"Fang Yi, I saw some miscellaneous cultural relics in it. Let's see the appearance later. If the things are not bad, you will buy them..."

When Man Jun saw a booth with seven or eight things on it, his eyes lit up. There were several cultural gourds, cultural walnuts, and snuff bottles on it, which should have been packaged and sold together.

"Okay, Brother Man, come back and help me with your palm..."
Chapter completed!