He couldn't help but think in his heart: "It seems that this antique business can't be thrown away. Half of the happiness in life comes from this place... If the Fifth Master is not so busy in the future, I can come here every now and then."
Let’s have some fun here.”
Zhang Ermao was happily calculating in his mind when a familiar voice suddenly came, smiling with a bit of surprise: "Oh, Zhang Ermao, when did you come back to set up a stall again?"
Zhang Ermao looked up and said with a respectful expression: "Oh, President Xiao! I haven't seen you for a while!"
The person who spoke was none other than Ye Chen's father-in-law, Xiao Changkun.
Although Xiao Changkun is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, his love for antiques remains the same as before.
Some time ago, due to a breakup in love, he was not in a very good mood, and he didn't come here for a few days.
He had regained his composure a little in the past two days, and as it happened to be the weekend, he came up with the idea of an antique street again.
But he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived here, he would see an acquaintance, Zhang Ermao.
Hearing Zhang Ermao respectfully call him President Xiao, Xiao Changkun felt very proud. He clasped his hands behind his back like a leader and said with a smile: "Er Mao, I heard that you followed the Fifth Master Hong and became the military advisor next to the Fifth Master Hong.
Oh, why are you back in the antique street?"
Zhang Ermao said with a smile: "President Xiao, you really have an eye for everything and an ear for everything. There is nothing in Jinling City that can be hidden from you!"
Xiao Changkun was so proud of being boasted, but he pretended to be profound and said: "Er Mao, you don't need to praise me here, but in this three-acre land of Jinling, there is really nothing that I, Xiao Changkun, can't figure out."
Zhang Ermao nodded and said attentively: "President Xiao, let me tell you the truth. After staying with Fifth Master for a while, I found that it might not be suitable for me, so I came back to pick up my old job.
Already."
Xiao Changkun had no doubts, nodded and said: "You are born to be in the antique business, and I have to say that you are my lucky star in this industry. The first big thing I picked up was five hundred thousand yuan."
I gave it to you. After you stopped doing this business, I never picked up any big mistakes again."
After saying that, Xiao Changkun said again: "Oh, that's right, but I collected some small things one after another some time ago. Judging from my experience, the things should be correct. I will show them to you then.
If the price you offer is right, I will release it all to you."
Zhang Ermao thought of his painful experience of spending half a million to buy a fake from Xiao Changkun. If it wasn't for Ye Chen's sake, how could he have spent that unjust money?
Thinking of this, he chuckled and said quickly: "No, no, no, no, President Xiao, I won't accept anything now."
"You won't collect them anymore?" Xiao Changkun frowned, pointed at the pile of things on his stall and asked, "You won't collect them anymore. Where did you get these things? You can't make them at home, right?"
Zhang Ermao said: "President Xiao, to be honest with you, I am going to adjust my business direction now. In the past, I would mess with everything regardless of whether it was true or false. But this time, as long as I mess with the real thing, it will make a difference."
I've been aware of the risks before. I spent hundreds of thousands on a piece of shit that wasn't even worth ten fucking dollars, and I lost half a year's income in one fell swoop...
"
As he said that, he glanced at Xiao Changkun nervously. Seeing that Xiao Changkun didn't understand the meaning of his words, he quickly said: "So, President Xiao, I will change the way now. I will only sell fakes."
, I only accept fake goods..."
Xiao Changkun frowned: "What's the matter? Are you a full-time deceiver?"
Zhang Ermao said with a smile: "Hehe... you can understand it this way..."