When Song Tingting appeared in front of Qin Hao, he was surprised.

"Hello, uncle, hello aunt!"

Song Tingting called "Auntie", An Ran was extremely happy, every cell was excited.

"Tingting, I will call you sister Ranran from now on. Also, why are you back again?"

Song Tingting said with a smile:

"Brother-in-law, my dad knows that you are coming to the antique store, so he asked me to be your assistant and also the shopkeeper!"

Being an assistant is okay, but being a shopkeeper?

Song Tingting seemed to see Qin Hao's thoughts and quickly explained.

"Uncle, I have been learning antique knowledge from my father since I was a child. Under this influence, my appraisal level is also very good."

"Besides, my major is..."

"Wait a minute!"

Song Tingting was about to talk about her resume, but Qin Hao stopped her in time.

"You said you have learned antique knowledge from your father since you were a child?"

"Are you sure your dad's knowledge, which is not even entry-level, is useful?"

Song Tingting blushed, knowing that this reason seemed to be worse than none.

Indeed, Song Chuxiong’s knowledge of antiques is barely adequate at entry level.

"Brother-in-law, I beg you, I'm about to graduate and I haven't found this job yet."

"You can't just watch me live on the streets without a job!"

Song Tingting is unemployed, without a job, living on the streets?

Qin Hao felt that his intelligence was insulted and was thrown to the ground and rubbed by Song Tingting.

If Song Tingting lives on the streets because she has no job, then it is estimated that more than 80% of people in the world will starve to death!

Obviously, Qin Hao didn't believe it.

"Sister Ranran, please help me beg for mercy, and I'll treat you to crayfish!"

Song Tingting is planning to save the country in a twists and turns, starting from An Ran.

An Ran smiled and said:

"Tingting, I don't care about outside business matters, but husband, I think Tingting is also very good."

"Think about it, you can't stay in the store all day, so this store definitely needs a trustworthy person."

"Then Tingting is the best candidate. How about giving it a try first?"

After An Ran finished speaking, he winked at Song Tingting.

Qin Hao thought about it and felt it made sense. There were not many people he could trust, but his own father could.

But I don’t understand anything. A piece of blue and white porcelain can probably be regarded as a pickle jar.

Of course An Ran can be trusted, but if An Ran's character can stay for two days, Qin Hao is willing to climb all the way from here.

After careful consideration, Song Tingting is still suitable. Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about his net worth. What is Song Chuxiong’s net worth?

He doesn't like Qin Hao's assets, and another reason is the relationship between them.

With Song Tingting looking after the store, who dares to cause trouble?

No matter black or white, who wouldn't give Song Chuxiong some face?

"Okay, then you just follow me these days, study more and talk less."

"Especially when I'm looking at something, you have to stay quiet, do you understand?"

"siryessir!"

Song Tingting performed an irregular military salute and let out a foreign fart.

Qin Hao nodded and walked towards another street. He still wanted to pick up the missing items.

"Tingting, remember, a meal of crayfish!"

"Yeah, I won't forget it."

"I want spicy food!"

Qin Hao was speechless for a while when he heard what the two of them were saying blatantly behind him.

The three of them walked around for an hour, and Qin Hao symbolically picked up two small leaks.

The total value is less than 100,000 yuan. Just because Qin Hao is dissatisfied does not mean that the two women are dissatisfied.

Neither An Ran nor Song Tingting are short of money. What they like is the process of picking up the missing items.

Qin Hao looked up at the storefront - "Qing Ya Ju"!

Given its name, it doesn't feel like an antique shop, but a place like a teahouse or a club.

“Welcome!”

As soon as Qin Hao entered the door, he heard a voice like an oriole, and the owner of this voice was a woman!

This woman was in her thirties, wearing a green cheongsam, with her hair tied up.

There is an old Chinese saying that women who dare to wear cheongsam are definitely confident enough in their figure.

This sentence fits the beauty in front of me very well. The key is that not only does she have a good-looking figure, but her face is also incredible.

If Song Tingting is a green apple and An Ran is a red apple, then this woman is a ripe apple.

As the saying goes, young people don’t know how good young women are, and they mistake lolita for treasure.

An Ran watched Qin Hao actually look at the mature and plump woman in front of him for three seconds, then stretched out his hand on the soft flesh of Qin Hao's waist...

The topic has gone too far.

"Hello"

Qin Hao endured the pain and responded.

"I don't know what the three of you need. Should you buy it for yourself or give it to your elders?"

"By the way, I am the boss of Qingyaju, Xu Qingya!"

"Qin Hao!"

Qin Hao said his name casually, and then started to look around.

Xu Qingya muttered Qin Hao's name. She always felt that she had heard it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Qin Hao looked around and found that it was similar to other antique stores. Most of them were imitations and there were really only a few.

But the only difference is that Xu Qingya has a label on the side of the imitation, which clearly states that it is a high imitation.

Just for this reason, Qin Hao deserves to look at Xu Qingya more. This has nothing to do with beauty.

It doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, Qin Hao believes it himself anyway.

Qin Hao gave up on the genuine product and only observed the high imitation product. After a while, he had two more things in his hand.

"Boss lady, can you make these two items cheaper? I want them both."

Xu Qingya glanced at the two items Qin Hao brought over.

[Jasper Pen Holder] is imitated from the Qing Dynasty.

There is also a copybook, which is also a replica.

"Little brother, let me make it clear first. One of these two items is an imitation from the Republic of China period. Some people say the other is a modern imitation, while others say it is..."

"Anyway, there are all kinds of nonsense. If you want it, just give me 28,000 yuan!"

Every time at this time, An Ran would come out and sing the double act.

"Husband, this is a fake. You wouldn't give this to my dad for his birthday, right?"

"Even if you buy a replica, you should buy a big one. I think that incense burner is pretty good."

Xu Qingya's brows darkened, it seemed that this person didn't understand at all.

That incense burner was given to me by my uncle when Xu Qingya opened, and it cost 500 yuan.

Mainly used to burn incense in the store to honor Guan Gong.

"Of course, they sell incense burners in the north of the city. They cost a few hundred yuan each. If you want more, they can be delivered to your door at a discount."

An Ran didn't feel embarrassed at all and said:

"Five hundred dollars is not bad, but my dad can't understand it anyway."

"As long as he is happy and agrees to our marriage, nothing else matters."

An Ran said so confidently that the corners of Xu Qingya's mouth twitched. Whose family does this little cotton-padded jacket belong to?

If the air leaks like this, I might as well throw it away.

"Mr. Qin, actually this is really not profitable."

"You know you are a knowledgeable person at first glance. Counterfeit products also depend on their age. Even imitations from the Republic of China period are considered antiques."

"As for this copybook, it's actually like a free gift."

Qin Hao would be damned if he believed this.

"Free gift? Then I want this free gift, okay?"
Chapter completed!