Zhuang Rui asked casually, he is as busy as a rabbit dad, how can he have time to look at the money that has been deposited?
Then again, Zhuang Rui was prepared to lose money for this opening ceremony. There were more than 300 well-known Tibetan experts in the country who were all determined to come. In addition to the red envelopes from various news media units, there was no chance of losing money.
Five million cannot be taken away.
"Brother Zhuang, we collected a total of 1.38 million..."
Xiaojing couldn't hide the excitement on her face. Although her and Daxiong's salaries were both high now, they had never seen so much money. The two cardboard boxes under her were already full of money.
"What? More than 1 million?"
Zhuang Rui was also surprised when he heard this. He felt that it was great to have two or three hundred thousand people. He didn't expect that there were only seventy or eighty people here, and the gift money was more than one million. If all the people came back, I'm afraid
Wouldn’t it be possible to make up for all your five million expenses?
But Zhuang Rui is a little confused. He has been standing here. It seems that he doesn't have so much cash, right?
"Yes, it's more than 1 million, Brother Zhuang, these people all gave cash checks..."
Xiaojing pointed to the names on the book, and Zhuang Rui took a quick glance. The gifts for people like Bai Feng and others were all 50,000, while the gifts for several people from Hong Kong, such as the Bai brothers and Mr. Zheng, were all 200,000.
They are also in compliance with China's national conditions, otherwise giving three to five million would be nothing to them.
Zhuang Rui couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. These are all favors. It seems that he will also find a housekeeper or assistant in the future to help him take care of these miscellaneous things.
Chinese people are very concerned about face. If someone else has weddings, funerals, or shop openings in the future, and you forget about it, you will offend others to death.
Zhuang Rui was secretly shocked when he thought about how he had received millions of congratulatory gifts in just two or three hours. He remembered that when he was a child, someone in the neighborhood got married and he was given 5 or 10 yuan, so he took it all.
The time difference was only more than 10 years, but the favor increased thousands of times.
"Wu'er, do you want to go in and take a rest while my brother keeps an eye on you?"
Zhuang Rui's museum opened today. Ouyang Jun is also the owner. He was talking to some people inside just now. However, he is not from the antique circle. Apart from a few words with Bai Feng, he has nothing in common with others.
, stayed for a while and then ran out.
"No, fourth brother, when the leader comes, you can just say hello to me..."
Zhuang Rui was really tired. It was almost noon, and the sun was beating down on his body. Even his silk robe, which was warm in winter and cool in summer, was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body.
"What leader wants me to receive?"
Ouyang Jun curled his lips and said disapprovingly that although he was not an official, there were really not many people in the city who could come to attend the opening of the museum today and whom he could condescend to greet.
"Come on, fourth brother, please go inside and cool down, I'm going to be busy..."
Zhuang Rui saw another group of people coming from a distance carrying five or six flower baskets, and hurriedly welcomed them down the steps. There was no class distinction in Zhuang Rui's mind. They were all guests, and they were all here to save their own face.
There is no saying that he favors one over the other. Basically, he personally greets every person who comes.
"Boss Zhuang, congratulations. You didn't post anything, so I came here uninvited..."
Zhuang Rui was no stranger to this group of people. Qingqing was led by Yang Bo, a young man from the capital. There were several people in the group who had made trouble in his jewelry store. After meeting Zhuang Rui now, they were all full of words.
Congratulations.
"Haha, what did Mr. Yang say? Isn't it because I'm afraid that you are too busy and don't have time? Brothers, please go and sit inside..."
Zhuang Rui doesn't have a good impression of these people, but he doesn't have any bad feelings either. In the past six months, this group of dandies from the capital have helped the business of many jewelry stores, at least tens of millions.
"Boss Zhuang, let me introduce to you, this is my mother..."
After Yang Bo heard Zhuang Rui's words, he did not move and let his body come out. A fashionably dressed middle-aged woman appeared in front of Zhuang Rui.
"Oh, it turns out to be Ms. Zhao. The store has opened. Why am I so embarrassed to alarm you..."
Zhuang Rui knew that the woman in front of him, who looked graceful and was probably only in her thirties, was actually in her fifties. She had grown from a small restaurant to the current catering group more than 10 years ago.
A person who is underestimated.
"Mr. Zhuang is too polite. I was rude last time and kept saying that I would apologize to you in person..."
Ms. Zhao's posture was relatively low, and her tone of voice was as if she was discussing friendship with her peers. She was just a businessman, and she didn't have the background to act like an elder in front of Zhuang Rui.
In ancient times, there were scholars, farmers, industrialists and merchants. Business was the most humble and low-status occupation. Like Fan Li in history, he assisted Gou Jian in destroying Wu and made great contributions. However, due to his later business experience and his experience of abandoning his official position and doing business, he had no chance to work with him.
Historical celebrities are recorded in the annals of history together.
Of course, in modern society, farming is considered the least promising, and whether a person can make money has almost become the only criterion for measuring his or her ability.
But within a certain level of society, officials are still at the top of the list, and businessmen, no matter how big their business is, still have to behave with their tail between their legs in front of certain people.
"Ms. Zhao, what are you talking about? Come...come, please come inside..."
Except for girls under ten years old like Nannan, Zhuang Rui really didn't know how to deal with women. After saying a polite word, he stepped aside and invited this group of people to sit inside.
When Zhuang Rui renovated the museum, he left a conference room that could accommodate more than 500 people for future academic exchanges. Fortunately, the museum's conference room was large enough, otherwise most of the people would have to accompany him today.
They were outside basking in the sun.
"Is this...Mr. Ouyang?"
Walking to the entrance of the museum, Ms. Zhao stopped because she saw Ouyang Jun. In Sijiu City, there were not many people who had a certain scale of business and did not know Ouyang Jun.
Moreover, Ms. Zhao works in catering. She heard that Ouyang Jun wanted to sell the club some time ago, and she has always wanted to find someone to talk to. The purpose of her coming here today was also to see if she could meet Ouyang Jun. She didn't expect that this would happen.
I bumped into him before I even entered the door.
"Fourth brother, please greet Ms. Zhao..."
When Zhuang Rui saw someone coming outside, he quickly complained and arranged an errand for Ouyang Jun regardless of whether he liked it or not.
Most of the people who came later were people from some government departments, including leaders from the Beijing Museum Department and officials from the industrial, commercial and taxation offices. Except for Zhuang Rui, who knew the former district office director who had been promoted to ***, everyone else knew him.
do not know.
These people were naturally left to Huangfu Yun to entertain them. Even though some people may not have high official positions, they have considerable real power. As the saying goes, county magistrates are not as good as current officials. These people must be carefully served. Of course, those who can be officials in Beijing are also
No one would not give Zhuang Rui eye drops on the road.
As the opening time approaches, more and more people come. The people in this antique circle are okay. People who know each other can talk about it, but those travel agencies and leaders at all levels need to be accompanied by someone.
Zhuang Rui, Liu Chuan and Zhao Guodong, who came all the way from Pengcheng, were all extremely busy.
The Ouyang family, except Ouyang Jun, and Ouyang Lei brothers did not come, but they also sent flower baskets. The entire entrance of the museum was a hundred or two hundred meters away, filled with all kinds of celebratory flower baskets.
Passers-by couldn't help but stop and watch.
"Brother Zhuang, the teacher is here, come and greet me..."
Just when Zhuang Rui was so busy that he couldn't breathe, Fatty Jin suddenly ran out from inside. He was wearing less clothes in summer, and the two pieces of fat on his chest were rippling up and down like a woman.
"Didn't the master say to come in the afternoon?"
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but he still followed Fatty Jin to the parking lot. Before he reached the parking lot, he saw the master sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed over by his nephew.
"Sir, how dare I bother you to come here on such a hot day..."
Zhuang Rui grabbed an umbrella, ran to the wheelchair, and quickly shielded the master from the sun. Compared to the last time he saw the old man, his face looked much better. It seemed that his aura was still very useful in the recovery of the old man's body functions.
Effective.
"Xiaozhuang, you want to revitalize traditional culture. The old man has nothing to give, so he can only come to support you..."
The old man was very humorous, but his eyes could not stop looking at the wall behind the flower basket. On those walls, there were spray paintings of various exhibition halls in the museum, which were very beautifully made.
The old man watched carefully, and from time to time he raised his head to ask Zhuang Rui. He was in such good spirits that he hardly looked like an old man in his 90s.
The people in the antique world who were sitting in the conference room chatting could no longer sit still when they heard the master coming, and they all crowded out from the door with cheers.
This meeting also revealed the status of everyone in the antique shop. Mr. Ma took the lead, followed by several students of the master, and experts and professors from various museums. Finally, they were ranked among the more famous antiquities artists.
People like Manager Zhang and others from Zhengzhou can only stand outside the circle and watch from a distance.
When the master comes, Zhuang Rui must accompany him, because the old man is really too old. With him by his side, if anything happens, he can be treated in time.
When entering the conference room, Zhuang Rui released a trace of spiritual energy, escaped into the master's body, and entered the air-conditioned room from the outside. He was suddenly chilled, but it did not attract his attention.
"Secretary Wang? Why is he calling?"
Zhuang Rui was chatting with the old man, and when he introduced the museum coloring page to the old man, his phone suddenly turned up, and when he looked down and clicked on the display, Zhuang Rui was a little confused.
