Ouyang Ming was like watching Zhong Yue bleed. He knew that Zhong Yue had a 200,000 or 300,000 yuan on hand, and kept encouraging Zhong Yue to buy jade jewelry, just to watch Zhong Yue "break up". Unexpectedly, the boss of money was like a child caregiver, and Zhong Yue pretended to be a pussy invisibly, which made Ouyang Ming swear.

"I didn't expect that Boss Qian is also a person who likes calligraphy." Zhong Yue looked at the complete version of "Liujia Lingfei Jing" published by himself and took it over. Since it was released, he has not paid attention to this matter himself, thinking that he was just so heavy.

Boss Qian said, "It's such a coincidence. I have loved writing calligraphy since I was a child. This Lingfei Sutra is copied by everyone who learns small regular script. The forty-three lines are incomplete, and the other printed books are not satisfactory. This book jointly published by Mr. Zhong and Mr. Qian Yunyao just solved the urgent problem."

Ouyang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, "Is it so exaggerated?"

Boss Qian smiled, and this would make the calligraphy understand. To ordinary people, they are naturally playing the piano for cows. "I haven't officially introduced it yet. I am Qian Weiming, the boss of Decheng Yufang."

"Boss Qian, we can talk about calligraphy slowly, or the price of these two jade pieces."

Qian Weiming said: "Look at what you said. If you want both, two pieces of 120,000 yuan will be the price. Mr. Zhong, you also understand that the wool materials of these jade are all sky-high. What we earn in Decheng is just a processing fee. Two jade carving masters invited from Yangzhou have to pay 20,000 yuan a month. If these two pieces are discounted by 120,000 yuan, there is no profit anymore, that is, we can have a friendship with Mr. Zhong."

Zhong Yue was about to speak, but at some point a man and a woman had already walked in. The man was in his thirties, and the woman he was hugging, with hair draped over his shoulders. Looking at his appearance, he should not be more than twenty-three years old.

"120,000? It's so cheap, I want it." The man in a suit leaned closer and took a look, "This old pit ice-type head is quite good, it's not bad, Boss Qian is a conscientious businessman." The man reached out and wanted to play with the green bean pendant placed in front of Zhong Yue.

Ouyang Ming directly blocked the middle-aged man and smiled, "Do you understand the rules? We'll come first, you can pick up ready-made food?"

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand and snorted coldly, "Ha, the young man tells me the rules?"

Boss Qian interrupted, "It's Mr. Lin. An old customer, come here and come here to a new batch of goods. You and... well, this lady, please come here."

"Boss Qian, you have to look at the right person to attract customers. How much money can such a young man have in his pocket?" Lin didn't care about Ouyang Ming. He looked up and down at Zhong Yue who was sitting there as if nothing happened. He had already classified Zhong Yue as a poor dick who was not rich and pretended to be.

The woman who was blocked by a slim waist glanced over Zhong Yue and the others, and said in a coquettish voice: "Dear, I want..."

The slutty sound made Ouyang Ming and Zhong Yue shiver.

This woman!

It's a scourge...

Boss Qian was also a little unrestrained and laughed from the side.

The Lin man pinched his slim waist, and seemed to be holding a scroll in his other hand, and his eyes were evilly heading towards the "ravines" diagonally below, "What do you want? Well?! I made money today, I am in a good mood. I will buy you whatever you want."

"That Doudou is pretty..."

Boss Qian thought it was not good and immediately said, "The bean jadeite we have here is very suitable for this lady. Mr. Lin, come here and take a look. How do you see this one?"

After spending a long time in the business world, Qian Weiming naturally knew how to eliminate all kinds of embarrassing scenes and immediately turned his attention to the lucky bean pendant in his hand.

Zhong Yue looked at the one in Qian Weiming's hand, which was glutinous bean-green. Just looking at the transparency, it was more than one level worse than the one in front of him, and the price was definitely greatly discounted.

"Dear, I don't like this one, it's the original one..."

Lin felt the shaking of the woman beside her, and said with a smile: "Boss Qian, your level is lower, so this one should be the one."

Zhong Yue didn't talk much nonsense when he saw the troubled couple, "You can swipe the card here. You can wrap these two pieces. Just follow the price you said by the boss of money."

"Okay, Mr. Zhong." Boss Qian responded quickly when he saw Zhong Yue so readily.

"Hey, what's going on? You guys are making trouble!" The man surnamed Lin was a little upset when he heard that he was taken down by Zhong Yue and walked over directly, "I'm really rushing to eat delicious food. You guys are so interesting."

Zhong Yue looked up at the inexplicable person calmly and said, "We chose it first. You are so interesting. You keep shouting when you come in. Do you think you have a loud voice or how rich you are?"

"Mr. Zhong, give me some face and say less. You will always be guests when you enter the door."

Zhong Yue looked up at the man named Lin. Qian Weiming said so, so he didn't say much. Talking to such a person with no character would only drop the level and hand over the card.

"Slow down." The woman who was originally coquettishly voice also became sharp. She got up from Lin's arms, walked over with high heels, put her hands on her chest, "Little brother, how do you talk? Dear, forget it. Although she liked it very much, she was taken first by the blind eye. Let's go to other places to watch out."

When Ouyang Ming heard this woman talking, he was too lazy to fight, but he couldn't help but have long been angry, "Haha, these days, there are so many weird things that one is more weird than the other. I said to Boss Qian, now Bao Yino is arrogant, after all, he pays for the money. Is even the mistress so arrogant? Haha."

"What did you say! Stinky silk!"

Zhong Yue took the receipt handed over by Qian Weiming and was about to sign, "Aming, stop talking. Boss Qian still has to do business, there is no need."

Qian Weiming looked at Zhong Yue with some gratitude, then went to persuade him to fight, "Sorry, Mr. Lin. I'm not good at this today. I didn't prepare all the goods. Let this lady..."

"What lady!" The woman stood beside Lin, like an angry hedgehog. She was particularly sensitive when she heard words like mistress and mistress.

The surname Lin is also a person with a certain identity. When Qian Weiming talks, it is not easy to make a fuss anymore. "Dear, forget it. Let's go to another house to have a look."

"Are you a man? Now your woman is being bullied! Are you ready to pick your legs and run away?"

Qian Weiming held a small bag containing jewelry, "This lady, this is a small gift from our store. I'm sorry if I don't respect it."

"Send the beggar!"

The surname Lin frowned. It was also very shameful to be put on the shelves. "Hey, this little brother, I will pay 150,000 yuan. How about you give me this jade green bean?"

When Zhong Yue heard the voice of Lin's surname, he calmed down and said, "Sir, I'm really sorry. I gave it to someone. I decided to see it at first sight. It's not a matter of money if you want it.

"Haha, look at what I said. Dear, when we sell this painting of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, I will buy the most expensive jewelry here!"

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and said, "Slow down."

"What's wrong? Stinky silk." The hostility makes people with a beautiful appearance look particularly ugly, and it's just a standard face for plastic surgery in the country.

"Did this painting be found from it?"

"What's your business?" Lin replied coldly.

Zhong Yue sat next to the glass display cabinet and said slowly: "Boss Qian, I will tell you a story about stall No. 886."

Mr. Lin, who was about to leave, had already placed his hand on the door handle, but he stopped moving.

"Dear, what's wrong?"

The Lin man turned his head with some suspicion, looked at Zhong Yue, and then looked at Qian Weiming, looking confused.

"Oh, okay." Qian Weiming didn't know what Zhong Yue sold in the gourd, so he sat back in his seat.

When Lin heard the 886 stall, he felt a strange feeling in his heart and whispered: "The jadeware here in Decheng is quite good, you can pick it."

The young woman beside her frowned and looked reluctant.

"Are Mr. Lin interested in listening to stories?"

"Ah? Hehe, I'll pick things, you can do whatever you want."

Qian Weiming was not a fool either. Naturally, he understood that it must be Zhong Yue's words that attracted this person. So he got a few cups of hot water next to the water dispenser, gave Ouyang Ming and others, and handed the two wrapped jewelry to Zhong Yue, "Please pack the things, our Decheng jadeware, one fake one will pay ten, don't worry."

Zhong Yue put the thing aside. He was not gossiping, but this pair of people was a bit of a dog, so he naturally had to slap some people in the face.

"Boss Qian opened a store in Yongxin, so he must have heard of many strange stories in antiques, right?"

"Of course. A few months ago, I heard that someone had picked up a copper incense burner from the Ming Dynasty here. Good guy, three thousand treasures, and it took more than 400,000 yuan to buy it!"

Zhong Yue said: "Just a few days ago, I saw a painting on stall No. 886. Whose signature do you think?"

"Whose?"

"Ji Jin."

When Ouyang Ming heard that Zhong Yue was about to start an antique, "Brother Yue, who is Ji Jin? I haven't heard of it."

"This seems to be a famous person," Qian Weiming said.

Zhong Yue looked at Mr. Lin who was eavesdropping on the side, and could see a little disdainful look.

"Boss Qian doesn't know anything. This Ji Jin is the leader of the eight monsters in Yangzhou, Jinnong and another word for Jinshoumen. It's just that it doesn't appear much, so it's forgotten."

"Oh? Jin Nong's paintings?!" Qian Weiming was not stupid either. Zhong Yue suddenly talked about this. Then Lin Fei held a scroll in his hand and immediately understood the story Zhong Yue was going to tell, "Then why did you confiscate it? The paintings of Shoumen have increased very quickly in recent years."

Zhong Yue said slowly: "Boss Qian only knows one thing but not the other. Although this Ji Jin is written by Jin Nong, the painting on the stall has a very poor quality."

"Ha. It's been hundreds of years, so what's wrong with the difference in quality? As long as it is a celebrity calligraphy and painting, no matter how low the price is, it's something that can be hundreds of thousands!"

Zhong Yue looked at the Lin surnamed with a smile, "What if it was a ghostwriter? It has no reputation and poor quality. I am afraid I will pay my grandma's house."

"You fart!"

Zhong Yue stood up and said, "What are you doing when Mr. Lin is so excited? I'm just telling a story to Boss Qian. What do you mean? Aming, let's leave, so as not to disturb Mr. Lin and his elder sister's look at jewelry."

"Who are you calling?"

"You can't tell the lady, and you can't help it. Do you want to be bigger or smaller?"

"you!"

Ouyang Ming laughed and followed Zhong Yue out.

The Lin man was a little guilty. He looked at the two left and pointed at the door and said angrily: "Boss Qian, who is this? He is so arrogant and pretends to understand if he doesn't know!"

"That's right. He didn't even read this painting, he knew something!"

Qian Weiming raised his eyebrows, "Don't you know if Mr. Lin knows what happened at the Yao Shun auction a month ago?"

"how?"

"Didn't that Jinnong lacquer book be bought by Wang Ge of Kaihongxuan for more than 30 million? Look, the fake one was identified as Mr. Zhong Yuezhong."

Lin Fei's face changed drastically, and he picked up the scroll and was about to run out.

"Hey, my dear, I haven't picked jewelry yet!"

"Premature women! What jewelry should I choose? I really have to pay my grandma's house this time!"
Chapter completed!