Benshamin was surprised to take out a porcelain vase from the box. It has a straight mouth, short neck, smooth shoulders, slightly bulging belly, shallow round feet, and concave bottom, shaped like the sun and the moon.
There is a late Qianlong stamp on the bottom. It is brightly colored and thickly coated. It looks like a genuine high-quality product from the official kiln.
He looked at it repeatedly for a moment and saw no problems. He nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face and said: "Beautiful, really beautiful!"
The middle-aged white man and Karl, who were nervously standing by the car, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.
Then the middle-aged white man smiled and asked: "How is it? Mr. Abel? Are you satisfied with my batch of goods?"
"So far, it seems to be pretty good." Ben Shaming put the porcelain bottle back and greeted several servants who came over: "Come here quickly, guys, take all these boxes out of the car. Remember to be careful and gentle.
Handle it with care."
"Okay, sir."
These servants are all old men who have worked for the Abel family for more than ten years. They often help him with moving antiques. They are already familiar with it. A few of them quickly got into the car and gently moved the boxes out of the car one by one.
The cooperation is very tacit.
Ben Shamin also got out of the car, holding a magnifying glass and examining the porcelain in the boxes one by one. The more he looked at it, the more he smiled on his face.
His wife stood aside and looked at him for a few times, feeling a little disgusted, and complained to her sister-in-law: "Look at him! He never smiled like this when we got married."
"I have seen him before, but it was when I broke up with my boyfriend last time." My sister pouted and complained to her sister-in-law: "He is always so macho and feels that everyone in this family should listen to him."
"Yeah yeah!"
The aunt and sister-in-law whispered to each other, and soon returned to the house holding arms.
Karl and the middle-aged white man didn't leave, but stood aside to accompany them.
Ben Shamin, holding a magnifying glass as if no one else was watching, squatted on the ground with his butt sticking out and admired the antiques in the box one by one.
After a full two hours, he straightened up with a painful look on his waist, and groaned: "Oh... God... they are all good things. I want them. Please give me a price, sir."
"For Karl's sake, you can give me three million dollars to take away these fine porcelains from ancient and mysterious China."
"It's a bit high, sir. Although these porcelains are very exquisite, their market price is not good. Two million is the highest price I can pay."
"This is impossible, Mr. Abel, I will compensate you with no underwear left for the two million, let's say 2.8 million."
"I can't accept this price."
Porcelain of this period was far less popular than bronze, and could not be sold at a high price. The two of them went back and forth, and in the end Bensamin won the cart of porcelain for 2.4 million.
Then he quickly wrote the check and paid the bill happily.
"Thank you for taking care of my business, Mr. Abel. If there are any Chinese porcelain in the future, I will definitely send it to you." The middle-aged white man took the check with a smile and declined Benshamin's invitation to have dinner with him.
He drove away in a hurry.
"Today is such a beautiful day."
Benshaming, who was having happy events one after another, was bathing in the setting sun and looking at the wooden boxes piled in front of the castle. He was in a very good mood, and then he quickly asked the servants to move these things into the castle according to his requirements. Among them
Most of them were sent to the underground collection room by him, and only a few that were not so precious were sent to the study.
After busying for a while and setting everything up, it was time for dinner.
During the dinner, Benshamin and Karl once again chatted about the private equity fund.
"Do you remember that British company called Deco Medical Devices?"
"Of course, the fund company recommended it to me a few days ago, but I'm hesitating. I think the other company, Shelia Chemical, is also very good." "Don't consider Shelia Chemical. Listen to me, Benshamin, and just invest."
Deco, I have inside information. They are currently developing an automatic biochemical analyzer and are close to success. Once it is launched, the stock price will definitely rise sharply!"
"Is the information accurate?"
“Very accurate.”
"Then I'll go over and take a look tomorrow."
Ben Shaming suddenly moved.
The fund he met through Carl was a private equity investment fund whose main business was new shares, that is, purchasing large quantities of new shares issued by newly listed companies through securities firms, with low risk and high returns.
In the past two months or so that Benshamin had known Karl, he had already made a lot of money from the various inside information he gave, so he was not suspected at this time.
Immediately, he enthusiastically pulled Karl and asked about the company named Deco.
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The next day.
Early in the morning, Benshamin took a car from his home and arrived at an office building next to the Eiffel Tower in the center of Paris.
He parked the car and walked into the office building. After a while, he took the elevator to the private equity company.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw that it was very busy. More than a dozen company employees were sitting at their workstations, making phone calls non-stop, talking about big business deals of more than 100,000 dollars.
"Here you come, Benshamin."
A man in a suit and leather shoes came out of an office at this time. He was also a customer of this company. It is said that he has made more than 10 million dollars here.
"Good morning, Byron." Ben Shamin greeted him with a smile, walked up to chat with him for a while, and was soon invited into the office by a deputy manager of the company.
"Have a cup of coffee, I just made it."
"Thanks."
After delivering a cup of steaming coffee to Benshamin, the deputy manager asked: "What's the matter with you coming here so early?"
"I would like to know the current situation of the Deco medical equipment you introduced to me last time." Ben Shaming said.
The deputy manager's eyes flickered slightly when he heard this, and then he shrugged: "It's not very good. They don't have anything worthy of praise, so many customers are not optimistic about it. Currently, only Carl and a few customers are willing to invest in them."
As he said that, he suddenly looked suspicious: "I remember that you were not interested in them before, so why do you suddenly ask about this? Do you and Karl have any inside information?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I'm suddenly more optimistic about the medical industry." Ben Shamin shook his head quietly and denied, and asked: "So, how many shares of Deco are still unsubscribed?"
"Really?" The deputy manager still had doubts on his face.
Ben Shamin immediately frowned in feint of anger: "Sir, whether it is or not, this has nothing to do with you, right? You just need to answer my questions now. If you behave so unprofessional again, I hope you can
Find someone else to talk to me about!"
"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I'm just asking casually. Is it Deco? I'll check it out right now. Please wait." The deputy manager quickly stood up, came out of the room, and walked in.
next door.
"Took the bait?" Yao Conggu was sitting in the room drinking tea. Dressed in a suit, he was still shaking a broken fan, which looked a bit nondescript.
"Yes, sir." The deputy manager stepped forward with a smile on his face and said: "He directly asked how many shares Deco still has. It seems that he wants to package it up."
"Greedy guy." Yao Conggu closed his folding fan, sat up straight, squinted his small eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "Just settle on 21 million."
