In the guest room of Song Fugui Antique Shop on Longcheng Antique Street, there are more than a dozen people sitting in the living room, chatting in a limited manner.
Che Sixi, CEO of Nancheng Group.
Gao Haishen, CEO of Wanyou Real Estate.
Wu Qinglong, CEO of Longyue Group.
Gao Xinyue, CEO of Sun Art Electric Group.
In short, among the people sitting in the room at this time, any one of them is a relatively well-known wealthy businessman in the three northern provinces, and even in the entire China.
And these wealthy businessmen all have one thing in common, that is, these people are all masters of the Chinese antique collection industry.
While many wealthy businessmen were discussing, a middle-aged fat man slowly walked out from behind the wooden screen in the guest room.
The middle-aged fat man is none other than Song Fugui, the owner of this antique shop.
"Old friends, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
As soon as Song Fugui appeared, he immediately laughed and made many wealthy businessmen rude.
"Hey! Let me tell you, Fatty Song, what kind of treasure did you find? We have invited all of us here today. If you don't come up with something decent, we won't bother you."
A wealthy businessman joked.
"Fat Song, we have been waiting for you for a long time. Don't let us down. You fat man, stop talking nonsense and come on to your baby."
Another wealthy businessman said impatiently.
People in the collecting circle are always happy to see the hunter, and they all look impatient, waiting for Song Fugui to get the things.
"Don't worry, old friends, you still don't know what I, Fatty Song, do?
I guarantee you will be satisfied with what I bring out today."
Song Fugui said this, his expression became a little sad, and he waved to the guy behind him, go and get everything.
There was not much time, and each of the two waiters came out with four or five gift boxes in their hands and carefully placed them on the mahogany table in the living room.
Seeing this scene, many wealthy businessmen immediately gathered around, their eyes shining brightly.
"Fat Song, why does this gift box look so familiar to me? Isn't it the Tang Sancai, the treasure of your antique shop?"
A wealthy businessman finished jokingly and carefully opened the gift box inside. When he saw the exquisite ceramics in the gift box, he exclaimed.
"Damn it! Fatty Song, why don't you use us to start a business? You even sell the treasure of the store. I have begged you several times to give you 30 million, but you didn't sell it. What do you think now?
Are you selling this treasure?"
The wealthy businessman exclaimed.
"You also sell Wang Xizhi's copybooks and Fatty Song's?"
Next, the genuine antiques in the room were taken out from the exquisite gift boxes by many wealthy businessmen, and screams of surprise were heard.
A Xuande furnace from an official kiln in the Ming Dynasty, a purple clay pot from Wang Youlan, a purple clay pot master from the Qing Dynasty, and a beautiful picture of Tang Bohu.
In short, there are nearly a dozen antiques, without exception, all of them are the best among the best.
Song Fugui's family has been running antique shops for several generations. These exquisite products embody the efforts of several generations of the Song family. Many of the items were kept by Song Fugui in the shop as treasures and will not be sold to the outside world at all.
But now, Song Fugui decided that for the sake of his boss Li Erdan, he would go bankrupt to help Li Erdan overcome the current difficulties.
"Everyone, we are all old friends. I, Fatty Song, am not hiding anything. Recently, Fatty, I have encountered some difficulties in my business. I am in urgent need of capital turnover. Now I have to bear the pain of giving up. I will give you whatever price you want, as long as the price is
It’s appropriate, all these things are sold, no one is left.”
Saying this, Song Fugui's heart was bleeding. The hard work of several generations was now being ruined in his own hands.
Ancestors, I, Song Fugui, am sorry for you. I, Song Fugui, swear that as long as I help the boss get through this difficult time, I, Song Fugui, will redeem these treasures in the future, no matter how much it costs.
While Song Fugui secretly swore in his heart, these wealthy businessmen with fiery eyes fell silent one by one. They stared at each other and stopped talking.
Seeing this scene, Song Fugui couldn't help but feel anxious secretly.
As the saying goes, there is no business without treachery. These rich people in front of us are all antique collectors. These people's shrewd eyes are empty.
In normal times, if Song Fugui had said that he would sell these treasures to himself, everyone would have screamed with excitement.
But at this time, Song Fugui took out everything from the bottom of the box. It was obvious that he had really encountered a big difficulty. Instead, these smart wealthy businessmen were not in a hurry. They picked up their teacups one by one, looking uninterested.
"Mr. Che, haven't you always been interested in me as Tang Sancai?
Fatty, if I remember correctly, Mr. Che has quoted me no less than ten times in the past ten years, and the last quote was for 33 million.
We have been old friends for so many years, and I know that Mr. Che really likes this baby. Let’s do this, Mr. Che, you can take this thing for 30 million yuan.”
Song Fugui said hurriedly.
"Fat Song, to be honest, I really like this Tang San Cai, but our company has been having difficulty with capital turnover recently. I really can't come up with 30 million. It seems that I'm going to miss this treasure this time."
The head of the car said with a short sigh.
In fact, anyone who is not blind can see how hypocritical this car owner's behavior is at this moment.
"This..." Song Fugui's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he glanced at the dozen or so wealthy businessmen. Looking at these people, they all looked like old gods were there at the moment, and no one was in a hurry.
A bunch of fucking old foxes.
Song Fugui couldn't help but change his greetings to the ancestors of these dozen guys, but there was really no way. The Dong family gave him two days. If these treasures were not sold, where would he get 300 million in funds?
"Mr. Che, we are friends. I, Fatty Song, am indeed in trouble now. Please do me a big favor by helping me, Fatty Song. I will give you twenty-five million of these Tang Sancai."
Song Fugui shouted with blood dripping from his heart.
"Fatty Song, with the relationship between us brothers for more than ten years, logically speaking, you opened your mouth. As an old friend, I should help. What's more, the value of Tang Sancai is here, but brother, I do have capital turnover now.
Difficulty, the most I can come up with is 20 million, and I can’t come up with an extra 10 to 20 million.”
Mr. Che said with regret.
"You..." Song Fugui's face suddenly turned purple with anger, and he almost couldn't help scolding his mother. This car manager was obviously taking advantage of the situation.
After trying hard to calm down his rapid breathing, Song Fugui finally gritted his teeth and said.
"Twenty million is twenty million. Transfer the money to my account before noon tomorrow. This Tang Sancai will be yours, Mr. Che."
"Fat Song, don't be embarrassed. This Tang Sancai is a good thing. It can be sold for 30 million yuan. Brother, if I buy it for 20 million yuan, why don't others say that my old car is being robbed?"
Mr. Che couldn't hide his excitement.
Seeing the appearance of this car manager, Song Fugui couldn't help but wanted to give this guy two big slaps.
There are so many people like this who act obediently when they get an advantage, but Song Fugui has nothing to do at this moment.
"Mr. Che, you don't have to think so much. When buying and selling this thing, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. This is what I, Song Fugui, want. How can I say that you are taking advantage of the situation?"