"That's enough? Lao Xue, are you sure you can attract wealth?" Wang Dong said with some doubts.
Xue Chen touched his nose. This was what was written in the classics, and he followed the instructions exactly. As for whether it would really work, he was not sure.
Wang Dong wandered around the store, and when he came back, he shook his head: "I feel unreliable."
Xue Chen didn't care, because he was just having fun. He stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go back first. As for whether this Sanhetong Financial Bureau is really useful, let's take a look at the accounts at the end of the month.
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When Xue Chen walked to the door of the store, suddenly a large sanitation truck rumbled past, shaking the ground a little.
"Hey, Lao Xue, raise your hand and move the gourd on your head, it will shake it." Wang Dong shouted from behind.
Almost at the same time, Xue Chen also stopped suddenly, turned around and looked behind him in surprise, then looked up at the door, and saw that the copper gourd that Wang Dong had hung was knocked off by the cart just now.
It made a somersault. Before, the mouth of the gourd was facing upwards, but now it is facing downwards.
Wang Dong saw Xue Chen looking up at his head, but did not reach out to straighten the gourd. He had to walk over and stood on tiptoe to move the gourd, but as soon as he stretched out his arm, Xue Chen grabbed it hard.
"Dongzi, don't move, just leave it like this!"
Xue Chen looked away from the copper gourd and said to Wang Dong with a hint of joy in his eyes. Just when the sanitation truck passed by and the copper gourd above his head was shaken upside down, a familiar sight appeared in front of him again.
The shadow is a faint golden light!
Although it was fainter than the shadows produced by the Tengu Tunyue in the dormitory building and the Old Turtle in Mr. Xun's old house, it still made him feel extremely unexpected and pleasantly surprised!
Because there are ghost shadows in his eyes, it means that the Feng Shui bureau has really been completed. It is not just a decoration, but it has truly become a Feng Shui bureau! By some chance of coincidence, it actually happened!
"Just leaving it like this?" Wang Dong didn't understand why Xue Chen let the gourd turn upside down, but since he said that, he didn't touch it again.
"Yes!" Xue Chen nodded affirmatively. If he didn't have confidence in this Feng Shui Bureau just now, now he is sure that it will definitely be able to attract wealth!
"Okay, you can't move if you don't want to! Let's go. It's getting late and it's getting dark. I have to close the rolling shutter door. I'm catching up on a TV series recently and I have to rush home to watch it." Wang Dongzui
He muttered, pushing Xue Chen out, closing the door himself, and preparing to close the door.
But just as he was about to close the door, a black car suddenly stopped at the door, and a man in black trousers and a white shirt got out and said, "Hey, wait, don't close the door..."
Xue Chen and Wang Dong both turned their heads.
The man walked over quickly and said that he was an employee of a state-owned enterprise in Haicheng City. He wanted to buy a few sets of unique and exquisite porcelain as gifts for several foreign businessmen who were leaving by plane tonight.
Seeing business coming to his door, Wang Dong blinked his eyes, immediately pushed open the door that was about to close, and welcomed the man in enthusiastically.
In less than half an hour, the man loaded ten sets of porcelain tea sets into the car and left with satisfaction. Wang Dong shook a wad of banknotes in his hand and said with a smile: "A state-owned enterprise is a state-owned enterprise, and the money is not your own. Spend it."
Don’t feel bad, I didn’t expect to be able to make a business of 50,000 yuan even if it closes down.”
Xue Chen did not look at the money in Wang Dong's hand, but glanced at the three magical weapons arranged.
Wang Dong saw Xue Chen's eyes and his expression changed: "Old Xue, do you mean that the Feng Shui arrangement has worked?"
"What do you think?" Xue Chen asked. This business came so suddenly and the transaction was completed smoothly, so he couldn't help but think about it.
Wang Dong smacked his lips and said hesitantly: "I can't say for sure." This business indeed came a bit suddenly, which made him murmur in his heart.
"Tomorrow, we will know tomorrow whether this Feng Shui Bureau really works." Xue Chen stood up, breathed a sigh of relief and left the antique shop.
In order to prove whether the Sanhe Tong Cai Feng Shui bureau he arranged was really effective, Xue Chen came to the store shortly after it opened the next day. The two store clerks were a little a little bit surprised when they saw Xue Chen coming so early.
Accident.
"Where's Wang Dong?"
Xue Chen saw that Wang Dong was not in the store and asked, "Wang Dong is the one who opens the door every day."
"Manager Wang opened the store and went to Fuyuan Tea House next door," a waiter replied.
Xue Chen knew that Wang Dong had gone to the business owners on the same street to drink tea and get slapped. As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dong twisted his body and came back, followed by a few people, who were the business owners on the same street.
"Wang Dong, you kid goes to my tea house every day to drink tea, and you even pick out good tea to drink. The money you spend on tea every month costs you eight hundred yuan. Today, you have to come to your place for a sip of tea no matter what."
A tall and thin man said with a smile on his face.
"That's right, Xiao Wang, hurry up and make the best tea in the store, don't hide it."
"that is."
Everyone else also laughed and said.
Wang Dong replied carelessly: "Do you think I'm such a stingy person? I can drink whatever I want."
When I entered the store and saw Xue Chen there, the merchants on the same street all said hello. They were doing business on the same street without looking up, so the owners of these shops also knew that although the antique shop was usually owned by Wang Dong,
They were taking care of it, but they all knew that Xue Chen had a greater say and that Xue Chen was quite capable.
Xue Chen saw a few neighbors arriving, exchanged some pleasantries, and then asked the waiter to make tea and bring it to the second floor.
After waiting for everyone to sit down in the reception room on the second floor, the tall and thin man, Zhao Tian, the owner of Fuyuan Tea House, took a sip of tea and then asked Wang Dong casually: "Boss Wang, how is business lately?"
Wang Dong chuckled: "Let's just make do with it."
Xue Chen glanced at Wang Dong unexpectedly, and thought to himself, this is not Fatty Wang's character. The Wang Dong he knew was a person who said one thing and two things, and two things and four things. When had he ever been so humble?
Just when he was thinking this, Wang Dong crossed his legs again and added slowly: "A month's turnover is only five or six million."
"Hey, that's really a lot, make a lot of money, right?" asked a little old man in his sixties. Xue Chen remembered that he seemed to be the owner of a three-story hotel.
Wang Dong smiled and said: "On average, you can make a living of 1.8 million."
Xue Chen smiled and shook his head, thinking that Fatty Wang's character had really not changed at all. The profit of the antique shop could indeed reach 8 million in a good month, but it did not fluctuate every month.
The owners of several other shops sitting around looked surprised. Zhao Tian from Fuyuan Tea House had always been at odds with Wang Dong. The last time he got a pass for the municipal party committee compound, it turned out that within a few days
Wang Dong took out a pass for Sanhu Bay, where the provincial leaders lived, and showed it in front of him.
Now when he heard Wang Dong say that the net profit of the antique shop in a month was hundreds of thousands, Zhao Tian raised his eyes and said suspiciously: "Wang Dong, you are not just talking about it, you are the only one in this business."
The net profit of the store in a month can be one million? I don’t believe it, even eight hundred thousand is enough for me.”
Several other shop owners also looked unconvinced.
"Wang Dong, you brag that you don't do any drafts, but your store can make more than 30,000 yuan a day? I don't believe it."
"That's right, don't fool us like amateurs. Do we know that an antique shop can only operate for three years if it is not open for half a year? It is difficult to open on weekdays. Who can believe that you can guarantee a profit of 1.8 million a month?"
"This kid loves to brag."
Wang Dong curled his lips and said: "Tch, there's nothing you can do if you don't believe it. I can't show you the account book."
Zhao Tian refused to give up and asked Xue Chen: "Boss Xue, is your store's monthly profit really over 800,000 yuan?"
Xue Chen laughed, thinking that Wang Dong had already said what he said, and denying it on the spot would definitely make Wang Dong lose face, so he had no choice but to continue: "Absolutely, but there are some ups and downs."
Seeing that Xue Chen admitted it, Zhao Tian still didn't believe it and said with a straight face: "Wang Dong, Boss Xue, you have to be honest. Even if you say you have a profit of 10 million a month, it is impossible to really have one."
Ten million, the monthly profit of a tea house like mine is only half a million at most."
"You don't believe it?" Wang Dong said carelessly.
Xue Chen was too lazy to drink tea and chat with a few people here, and planned to go to another lounge on the second floor to stay for a while. Just as he was about to get up, a guy ran up and said to Xue Chen and Wang Dong that there was a guy downstairs.
The customer wants to sell paintings, so let the two of you find out.
"Look, business is coming." Wang Dong chuckled.
"Let me go down and take a look." Xue Chen got up and went downstairs, while Wang Dong stayed above.
On the first floor, Xue Chen saw a short, bald, middle-aged man sitting on a chair drinking tea, with a rolled-up painting beside him.
The two exchanged simple greetings, and then the man spread out the paintings he wanted to sell and showed them to Xue Chen.
Xue Chen took a look and stroked it a few times with his hand, and he had an idea in his mind.
"Friend, it seems that you are also an expert. This "Picture of Winter Plum Blossoms in the First Snow" by Jin Nong has been in my collection for many years. If I were not in a hurry for money, I would not sell it. I also heard that your excellent antique store has some strength..."
The man talked a lot, but Xue Chen didn't listen to a few words. After a while, he said: "This painting is wrong."
The man selling the painting frowned and said, "Friend, you've got it right. There's something wrong with this painting. Please tell me."
"Jin Nong is one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou. He has good attainments in paintings, but he is even better at calligraphy. His paintings often use bold ink and are done in one stroke. However, although the wintersweet in this painting is beautiful, the stars are not
A little bit does not fit the characteristics of Jin Nong's calligraphy and painting." Xue Chen said confidently.
The man's eyes moved: "Since my friend thinks this painting is wrong, forget it. I believe there are always people with discernment."
Seeing the man about to put away the painting and leave, Xue Chen opened his mouth and stopped him. (To be continued)