() Huang Jun already has an idea of how to make money, and he is sure to make money without losing money.
However, Huang Jun was not willing to accept that he was a boss, but he had to humiliate himself by acting as an appraiser for others and making money for them.
"As long as you make money, it's okay. I have to think twice. My mother-in-law doesn't look like a man." Xiaoyu, who had been silent for a day, spoke with a contemptuous tone.
Huang Jun rolled his eyes and said angrily: "You know nothing, this is a man's face."
"You deserve to suffer the consequences because you want to save face." Xiaoyu said without any scruples.
"Fuck you, I won't tell you anymore, go to bed." Huang Jun simply stopped talking to Xiaoyu.
The night passed quickly.
As soon as Huang Jun opened his eyes, he vaguely smelled the smell of wood. It really deserves to be the capital of wood. The smell was so strong. Huang Jun got out of bed with emotion and washed himself.
Downstairs, while Huang Jun was waiting for the bus, he suddenly saw a familiar person, Zhu Xiaoqiang's aunt Sun Jiaqian.
Seeing Huang Jun standing downstairs, Sun Jiaqian, who was carrying fried dough sticks, was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and glanced upstairs, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Huang lives here?"
Huang Jun gave her a lukewarm look and said uninterestedly: "In the west door on the eighth floor, Miss Sun is in the morning."
Since knowing Sun Jiaqian's identity, Huang Jun has acquiesced in his heart. In the future, she will be designated as his opponent, which may be a powerful stumbling block. Rather than quarreling with each other in the future, it is better to alienate the relationship now.
"Huh?" Sun Jiaqian was stunned and said in surprise: "What a coincidence. I am the east door on the eighth floor and we are across from each other. Mr. Huang, are you feeling uncomfortable? Your face looks a little ugly."
Huang Jun grinned and glanced at her depressedly. What a coincidence that his sister was the enemy even when renting a house. It seemed that this rivalry was inevitable.
Feeling depressed, Huang Jun smiled reluctantly and said, "What a coincidence. Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."
Seeing Huang Jun's insincere expression, Sun Jiaqian said goodbye politely and went upstairs with a thoughtful look on her face.
Lei Hanrong finally arrived in his powerful Hummer. He glanced upstairs and said to Huang Jun who got in the car: "Boss, do you live on the same floor as Sun Jiaqian?"
"You guessed it right, the one who returns his sister is from the opposite door. Okay, God has already arranged it, and she and I must have a competition." Huang Jun said depressedly.
Lei Hanrong started the car and turned out of the community. Suddenly he turned to look at Huang Jun and said, "Boss, didn't you realize that this is a kind of fate?"
Huang Jun nodded with deep sympathy and said, "It is indeed fate. When I came here from Ancheng, I was able to meet his nephew, and the two of us still have holidays."
"I see." Huang Jun explained this, and Lei Hanrong immediately understood. There is such a hidden story in the co-authorship, and this matter is not easy to reconcile.
Huang Jun asked Lei Hanrong to take him to the door of a beauty salon and immediately sent him away.
Lei Hanrong felt very uncomfortable when he saw Huang Jun walking into the beauty salon. The boss' desire was a bit too strong, as he was blatantly doing this so early in the morning.
Huang Jun entered the beauty salon and immediately looked for an older lady and said, "Can you do makeup?"
Seeing Huang Jun's request, the eldest sister, who was wearing heavy makeup, was a little surprised and said in confusion: "Brother, are you going to have a big head or a small head?"
"Your sister!" Huang Jun glared at her and said, "Would you dress me up as another person?"
Upon hearing Huang Jun's request, the eldest sister patted her chest and said, "Brother, you are so bad. It's a trivial matter and it can be finished in seconds."
Three minutes later, Huang Jun spent a hundred yuan and walked out of the beauty salon with a completely different look.
Huang Jun's face is much fairer than before, like a zombie who has not seen the sun for ten thousand years. His eyebrows are thin and long, more delicate than Liu Yemei. The elder sister who co-authored them painted Huang Jun according to the standards of a woman.
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The eldest sister also enlarged the corners of Huang Jun's eyes, making his eyes look bigger and brighter. A frame without lenses was placed on his eyes, and Huang Jun looked a bit more elegant. He had a thick one-character mustache and a
A little bit domineering.
With this nondescript appearance, Huang Jun bought a sun hat, put it on his head, and confidently took a taxi to the timber market.
Huang Jun's first stop was the familiar Honggui Timber Sales Company.
A group of people had gathered inside, gesticulating over a Hainan Huanghuali. It was obvious that the gambling game had begun.
Huang Jun walked up to the wood unceremoniously, peeled off a piece of bark, looked at the texture of the tree, knocked on the wood, and stood aside silently. Huang Jun had already secretly learned the appraiser's inspection procedures.
Although I don’t know what the explanation is, Huang Jun did it in a decent way.
Looking at Huang Jun's zombie-like face, all the bettors glanced at him and quickly looked away. This guy has vitiligo, why does he look so ridiculous?
"Boss Li, are you sure? What price are you going to give?" A middle-aged man with a big belly asked, looking at the tall and lanky man next to him.
The tall and lanky man discussed with the appraiser in a low voice and said, "Four hundred and fifty thousand, it can't go any higher."
The fat man hesitated for a moment, pointed at the wood and said: "Looking at the diameter, it should be able to produce multiple boards. It is more than enough to make a large piece. It is not a loss to buy it for 500,000 yuan."
"Can you completely confirm it's solid wood?" Boss Li looked at the fat man and asked.
"Look what you said, what does an appraiser do?" The fat man glanced at Boss Li with a smile and said, "My appraiser has been studying precious wood for many years and rarely makes mistakes. The core of this wood has at most damage as thick as a chopstick.
, it can’t be seen at all with a little processing.”
"Hey, the evaluation is so accurate. It seems that you, Fatty Wang, are bound to win?" Boss Li looked at the appraiser in surprise when he saw that Fatty was so confident.
Fatty Wang's appraiser has gray hair and looks to be around sixty years old. He has a gray beard and narrows his eyes, giving him the air of a virtuous man.
"Young man, open, five hundred thousand." Fatty Wang waved to the salesperson and ordered.
Huang Jun glanced at the fat man, walked over lightly, stretched out his hand to pull him, and said, "This boss is interested in this piece of wood. Are you planning to bid?"
"Who are you and what do you do?" Fatty Wang looked at Huang Jun's zombie-like face and asked in a bad tone.
Huang Jun chuckled and said, "I study Feng Shui, and I think it's inappropriate for Mr. Wang to buy this wood. If you buy it, you will definitely lose money today."
After Huang Jun finished speaking, he turned around and left without any hesitation.
"Salesperson, the meeting will be held later." When Fatty Wang heard that Huang Jun knew Feng Shui and made a conclusion for himself, he quickly shouted worriedly: "Little Master, wait a minute."
There is almost no one who does business who does not believe in Feng Shui, and those who do the wood business cannot avoid it. Wood grows in the ground and is inextricably linked to the local Feng Shui. Even if they do not believe in Feng Shui, do they know that today
After receiving good luck, you will basically maintain a cautious attitude.
The psychological implications are so scary, especially since Huang Jun also had a zombie face.
Huang Jun stopped in response, turned to look at Fatty Wang, and said, "Sir, what are you doing for me?"
"Sir, please wait for a moment." Fatty Wang greeted politely, turned to the salesperson and said, "I will not participate in the bet."
After saying this, Fatty Wang folded his hands and stood aside to watch the excitement. When the other buyers saw Fatty Wang quit because of a word, they all turned to look at Huang Jun and looked at him again.
When Boss Li saw Fatty Wang withdrawing, he asked the appraiser again for confirmation. After getting a positive answer, he looked at the salesperson and said, "Four hundred and fifty thousand, open."
When the salesperson saw that the price exceeded the reserve price and no one else bid, he asked the workers to open the iron and steel hoops on the spot.
When they saw the exposed cross-section, everyone present looked at Fatty Wang with half-smiling eyes, their eyes full of ridicule.
The piece of Hainan huanghuali on the ground had only chopstick-thick damage in the heart of the tree, which was similar to Fatty Wang’s estimate. Once the wood was actually bought and slightly processed, the net profit of 100,000 or 200,000 yuan would not be possible. But Wang
The fat man was fooled by the Feng Shui master and gave up the bid. He couldn't make any money even if he wanted to.
"You?!" As soon as he saw the cross-section of the wood, Fatty Wang's anger boiled over. He pointed at Huang Jun and gritted his teeth.
"Brother Wang, if you withdraw, I will save a net fifty thousand yuan. Haha." Boss Li glanced at Fatty Wang happily, turned to stare at Huang Jun and said, "Thank you very much, little master."
"Haha" Huang Jun looked at the proud Boss Li with a smile and said, "I hope you won't be happy too early, the drama is still to come..."
"Ah, what's going on?"
Before Huang Jun finished speaking, the group of people surrounding him dispersed in panic, staring at Haihuangmu from a distance, their faces trembling.
Huang Jun glanced at the piece of sea wood and swallowed in horror. Damn it, this is not the result of my guess.
