Ma Lan had prepared dinner and was inviting Ye Chen and Xiao Churan to the table. At the same time, she couldn't help complaining: "It's already eight o'clock, why doesn't this old bastard Xiao Changkun know? I don't know where to go when I get home.
Got it!"
Ye Chen said casually: "Mom, dad is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. He must be quite busy at ordinary times, so please be considerate."
Ma Lan said disdainfully: "I don't care about him. How much do I know how much he weighs? Let him be the executive vice president. I think the people in charge of this calligraphy and painting association are all blind."
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Just as he was talking, Xiao Changkun opened the door and walked in.
Xiao Churan greeted him quickly: "Dad, wash your hands and come to eat!"
Xiao Changkun asked casually: "What kind of food are you cooking? Are there any hard dishes?"
Ma Lan cursed and said: "The lid of the bastard is hard, do you want to chew it? If so, I will buy you two pieces tomorrow!"
Xiao Changkun felt a headache as soon as he heard Ma Lan speak. He frowned and said, "You really can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth."
With that said, he walked into the restaurant and washed his hands by the sink in the western kitchen. Then he slowly came to the dining table and sat down, and said to Ye Chen: "Good son-in-law, guess who I saw when I went to the antique street today."
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Ye Chen said casually: "It must be Zhang Ermao, who else could it be?"
Xiao Changkun said in surprise: "Yes, my good son-in-law, you know things like a god!"
Ye Chen smiled: "Dad, don't tell me that I already knew that Zhang Ermao returned to Antique Street. Even if I didn't know, if you ask this, it means that Zhang Ermao didn't run away. We both knew each other in Antique Street.
Who else does antiques besides him?"
"Yes." Xiao Changkun nodded, and then thought of what happened in the antique street, and sighed: "This Zhang Ermao is getting darker and darker. Today he came out of the stall and placed a piece of lightning strike wood. I asked
How much does he sell it for? He just opens his mouth and asks for five million. Is he so fucking poor?"
As he spoke, he thought of something and said: "Oh, by the way, I heard that Zhang Ermao stopped doing antiques some time ago and went to work with Mr. Hong Wu. Now he can't get along with Mr. Hong Wu? Or do you plan to put him there?"
Are society’s methods of forced buying and selling being introduced into the antiques circle?”
Ye Chen smiled and said: "Dad, you don't care what Zhang Ermao does. A piece of lightning-struck wood can be sold as much as he likes. If the price is high, no one will buy it. With your experience in the antique industry for so many years, you
Have you ever heard of any fool who would spend five million to buy a piece of lightning wood?"
Xiao Changkun pursed his lips and nodded, smiling: "That's right."
Ma Lan on the side asked: "Xiao Changkun, are you starting to sell antiques again?"
Xiao Changkun glanced at her sideways and said casually: "I'm not an antique dealer, so why are I trading antiques? I just have a keen eye and can be considered a leader in this industry. Occasionally, I will seize the opportunity and I will make a move.
You can pick up a big leak."
"Just you?" Ma Lan said disdainfully: "As soon as you take action, don't poke Lou Zi, it will be a high-profile incident!"