After making enough money, people will have higher pursuits. Qi Hu wanted to look like a member of the upper class and did not want to be looked down upon by others, so he began to imitate the people in the upper class, learned to be arty, and made some antiques, calligraphy and paintings
Display in the office and at home.
For this reason, he also paid a lot of tuition. The worst time was when he spent a total of 1.2 million in cash to buy a fake that looked like the real thing!
Gradually, with more exposure, he became interested in antiques and spent at least five million on antiques every year.
He has a good relationship with Sun Jinyang, because Sun Jinyang is the boss of Zhenbaoxuan and has a powerful appraiser under him, who can help him avoid detours and pay less tuition.
But not long ago, he heard that Luo Jiang, the chief appraiser of Zhenbaoxuan, was disgraced at the appraisal meeting by Xue Chen, the Daxing appraiser he had met once.
Therefore, when he saw Xue Chen in the lobby just now, he had the intention of making friends. He first said hello, and then gave him lobster and waived the order, just to build a good relationship with Xue Chen.
If Xue Chen could help him pay one less tuition fee in the future, he would be able to save tens or even millions of losses. In this way, everything he had just done would be worth it.
Moreover, he also knew that Chen Suyuan and others praised Xue Chen very much. If he could get acquainted with those "older people" through Xue Chen, he would also be able to get more of a literary atmosphere.
"Mr. Qi, Mr. Xue is here."
Hearing the knock on the door, Qi Hu put down the rosewood pen holder, strode around from behind the desk, looked at Xue Chen who walked into his office, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xue, I take the liberty to invite you over, please sit down."
"Mr. Qi, you're very polite. Thank you for your warm hospitality." Xue Chen was not restrained, smiled slightly, and sat down on the large sofa with Qi Hu.
"It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."
Qi Hu waved his hand and said: "I, Qi Hu, speak quickly and don't beat around the bush. I invite Mr. Xue here just because I want to make friends and discuss some literary and antique items with you."
"Mr. Qi also likes antiques?" Xue Chen said confidently.
Qi Hu nodded, put on a deep expression, and said slowly: "I'm a little interested. After all, every piece of cultural relics has its own unique historical significance. It is an inheritance of our country's long culture. We can see from it."
Learn from the past and learn from the present, and absorb the accumulated cultural and humanistic essence.”
"Holy shit, what kind of fuss is this?" Xue Chen was shocked hard and felt thunder rolling above his head.
As a nightclub owner, Qi Hu actually said such literate words, it's like a mixed-race person who doesn't have a blue dragon and white tiger tattoo on his body, but has a Hello Kitty tattoo!
"Haha, Boss Qi is really... thoughtful, insightful, and enlightened, and he taught me a lesson." Xue Chen took a breath and praised.
"Just a little tip."
Qi Hu saw Xue Chen's look of shock and admiration, smiled freely, and secretly said that the paper on antiques found on the Internet was not written in white, and it was indeed extraordinary as soon as it was spoken. I, Lao Qi, am also a cultural person with ink in his belly.
Thinking like this, Qi Hu took over the small-leaf red sandalwood pen holder that he was playing with just now: "Mr.
"good."
Xue Chen took the pen holder in his hand, turned it around twice, looked at it, and within ten seconds, he said with regret: "Mr. Qi, I have some bad news for you. This is a fake, not Xiaoye."
Red sandalwood is not from the Ming Dynasty."
"What? You figured it out so quickly." Qi Hu said in surprise.
He naturally knew that this pen holder was a fake. It was a tuition fee of 350,000 yuan that he paid last year. He once asked Luo Jiang to identify it. At that time, Luo Jiang took a high-power magnifying glass and observed it for a full hour before taking the test.
The conclusion is that it is a fake.
He took it out now because he wanted to test Xue Chen's ability and see whether it was worthy of its reputation and whether it was worthy of a close friendship.
"First of all, let me talk about its material. It is not small-leaf red sandalwood, but a very similar blood sandalwood. Blood sandalwood has no fragrance, but this one has it, and it is light. It is also very similar to small-leaf red sandalwood. But it is not natural. It is made of high-pressure spices.
It's pressed into the wood, smell it carefully, it's very pungent, and secondly, the cow hair pattern on it is wrong..."
"High, really high!" After listening to Xue Chen's appreciation discussion, Qi Hu clapped his hands.
"It's just a small trick, Mr. Qi is so complimentary." Xue Chen smiled modestly.
There is a saying that goes well: comparing people to others will lead to death, but comparing goods to goods will lead to throwing away.
In the past, Luo Jiang was quite powerful in Qi Hu's eyes, which he admired very much. But now when he is compared with Xue Chen, he can judge whether it is from the time of identification or the analysis of fakes.
Completely crushed, not on the same level at all.
"I admire Mr. Xue for having such a high appraisal level at such a young age." Qi Hu praised again.
"Boss Qi started from scratch and is able to build such a big industry. He is a dragon among men and a role model for me to learn from."
The smile is even brighter.
Qi Hu needs Xue Chen's superb appraisal skills to help him pay for school fees, find opportunities to help him make friends with some respected seniors in the antiques circle, and work hard to let him get more cultural atmosphere and make himself look like he has a background in the upper class.
Xue Chen is also very happy to establish a relationship with Qi Hu, who is the dominant player in the entertainment industry in Haicheng, and broaden his network of contacts.
By the time they exchanged business cards and Xue Chen was about to leave, the two of them had already become brothers.
After going downstairs and returning to the lobby, Fatty Wang came up to him and asked Qi Hu what he wanted to do in the office.
"Nothing else, just getting to know each other and exchanging some experiences on collecting antiques." Xue Chen said.
After sending Wang Dong home first, Xue Chen drove back to his residence. After returning home, he took a hot bath and read for a while. As soon as it got dark, he was ready to go to bed.
He was very tired from preparing for the exhibition these two days, and he also planned to go to Fuji Auction Yunzhou Branch tomorrow morning.
Every time the spiritual energy was absorbed, the black ancient jade brought him unexpected and huge surprises. In order to absorb more spiritual energy as soon as possible, he was not willing to waste time.
I put down the book in my hand, yawned loudly, got into bed, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Xue Chen drove to the most prosperous city center of Haicheng City and parked the car in the underground parking lot of a thirty-story office building.
He took the elevator directly to the fifteenth floor. There were three companies on the fifteenth floor, one of which was the Yunzhou branch of Fuji Auction.
After making a phone call at the front desk, within half a minute, Huang Jingming walked out of an office quickly and said with a smile: "Mr.
Already."
Xue Chen smiled and thought to himself that if it weren't for the purpose of absorbing the aura of the antiques being auctioned, he would not waste time and energy working in this company.
After walking into Huang Jingming's office and sitting down, Xue Chen suggested that he immediately go to appraise the antiques and antiques that were being prepared for the autumn auction.
Huang Jingming smiled and shook his head: "I appreciate Mr. Xue's serious and responsible attitude, but before that, I think we need to talk about Mr. Xue's salary. According to the relevant regulations of the head office..."
Xue Chen didn't come here just for that little money, and naturally he didn't care how much. When he heard Huang Jingming proposed that the salary be settled on a daily basis, with a daily salary of 800, he readily agreed without raising any objections.
Huang Jingming saw that Xue Chen was eager to appraise the antiques that were going to be auctioned, regardless of the salary. He sincerely praised Xue Chen in his heart: "No wonder he can have such a remarkable level in antique appraisal at such a young age."
After the negotiation was completed, Huang Jingming stood up and made an invitation gesture: "Mr. Xue, please come with me."
On the way to the auction storage room, Huang Jingming introduced to Xue Chen that there are now 178 antiques stored by his employer in the company. They are in good and bad condition and have different values. They must also be mixed with
There are a lot of fakes mixed in.
"Mr. Xue, what the company needs you to do is to identify the thirty most valuable authentic items from so many antiques and auction them at the autumn auction. The three most valuable items will be the finale of the auction."
Hearing that there were actually 178 antiques that needed to be appraised, Xue Chen's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't hold back his excitement.
One hundred and seventy-eight pieces, this number is really enough, even if some of them are fakes, it can still make him return home with a full load.
He is now very grateful for his impromptu decision at the Ning family birthday party, otherwise where would he find so many antiques for him to absorb spiritual energy?
Perhaps only museums have more collections than here, but the museum's collections are all protected in glass covers, so how can he touch them?
Even in the largest antique store in Haicheng, among the hundreds of antiques on display, at most two or three are genuine, and the rest are imitations, used to deceive people.
The total value of more than 170 pieces of antiques can be imagined. For safety reasons, the door has a very high-end password lock. According to Huang Jingming, as long as the wrong input is made three times in a row, the alarm program will automatically start.
In a room of about one hundred square meters, there are six wooden shelves placed around and in the middle of the walls. Each wooden shelf is filled with antiques, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, ancient coins, etc., everything you want!
Just when Xue Chen was about to start the appraisal, a dissatisfied voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Huang, I heard that the technical consultant you hired is here? In my opinion, this is completely unnecessary and a waste of the company's funds. Don't Mr. Huang believe it?"
I?"
Xue Chen couldn't help but frowned, and when he looked back, he saw a young man in his thirties, wearing casual clothes, standing at the door with his hands in his trousers pockets, a sullen face, and a slight frown.
, looking past Huang Jingming and looking at him with indifferent eyes. (To be continued)