When I came to the antique market in the morning, Mu Ruofeng was wiping the antiques, and Li Xiaobao was selling vases to the guests.

Ning Zhiyuan sat at the square table, and without greeting him, Mu Ruofeng made a pot of tea for Ning Zhiyuan.

The middle-aged man who bought the vase seemed to question the authenticity of the thing.

Li Xiaobao said: "Why are all the things we have in our far blue impression at a fixed price, because none of our things are problematic." Boss Wang, if you think things are a little more expensive, then I have nothing to say, because there is still a part of the appraisal fee, and we sell it at this price. But on the question of truth or falsehood, I can assure you with my head that there will be absolutely no problem. ”

Boss Wang frowned and glanced at Li Xiaobao, and said with disgust: "What use do I want your head? ”

The guests who came to buy antiques were more cautious than one another, millions of things, and Li Xiaobao's head was not worth so much money.

Besides, it's useless to ask for his head, put it next to the pillow to tell ghost stories, or put it at the door as a night pot? Don't you think the mouth of this night pot is small? 233333.

The antique trade is the same as selling cigarettes in the supermarket, and the sale is not refunded or exchanged, and the departure is not responsible.

Ning Zhiyuan has a deep understanding of this, after all, there have been two such disputes in his mother's supermarket.

Li Xiaobao said: "Everyone sells things like this, I can only tell you that this thing is true in our store." If you don't feel at ease, you can find people in two circles to come and have a look. ”

Boss Wang shook his head and said: "My own vision is not bad, I don't think there is anything wrong with other things in your store, but I am a little skeptical about this vase." Do you have any other vases in your store?"

Porcelain is a bestseller, and this is the only vase in the store at the moment.

Ning Zhiyuan gave Boss Wang an eye and checked his information.

The name is Wang Jingzhe, and one of the highest skills is tuning level 3.

Li Xiaobao looked at Ning Zhiyuan, and Ning Zhiyuan said: "There is also a red vase of Lang kiln, something in the last years of Kangxi, and the selling price is 3 million." ”

Wang Jingzhe turned his head to look at Li Xiaobao, and Li Xiaobao explained: "This is our boss. ”

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "Take a look, as long as the thing is good, the price is not a problem." ”

"Wait a minute!"

Soon, Ning Zhiyuan took Lang Yaohong's vase, and at the same time brought over Master Qi's painting.

Wang Jingzhe got started directly, observed it carefully, and said with satisfaction: "This vase is not bad, how much did you just say it will sell?"

Ning Zhiyuan smiled lightly: "3 million." ”

Wang Jingzhe looked at it twice more and replied: "How about 2 million? The one just now is only 1.6 million." ”

Ning Zhiyuan hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Why don't you go to other stores to have a look?"

Wang Jingzhe shook his head and replied: "The things they sell can't be authentic for me!"

If you want to buy the real thing, the return price is still so big, where will there be such a big bargain for him to earn.

Not to mention Ning Zhiyuan, even Li Xiaobao is unwilling.

For a vase of 3 million, a commission of 1‰ is 3,000 yuan.

Li Xiaobao reminded: "Boss Wang, the things in our store are not bargaining. ”

Wang Jingzhe looked at it again and said, "Okay, 3 million will be 3 million, give me the card number, and I will transfer the money." ”

Li Xiaobao reported the card number, and Wang Jingzhe operated the mobile phone transfer.

Ning Zhiyuan has an idle bank card, and the money from the sale of antiques is directly transferred to this card, and then transferred to the system account. Although the process is a bit troublesome, there is no way to do it, because the system account is not like a bank card with a card number, and it is stored in the system account, which is safer and more convenient than any bank.

The transfer notification is received on the mobile phone and the transaction is completed.

Wang Jingzhe left a business card before leaving, and said: "If there is another vase like this, call me." ”

Li Xiaobao sent Wang Jingzhe out of the door, and after returning to the house, he said: "This Boss Wang has been here once before, but he didn't buy anything last time." I feel like he's a knowledgeable person, but his vision is almost there. ”

Ning Zhiyuan said quietly: "There are no fakes in our store! Before selling, you must first firmly believe this. The more confident you are, the more your customers will believe. Of course, some people have bad brains, they can buy if they can trust it, and it doesn't matter if they believe it or not. ”

Li Xiaobao agreed: "Well, that's the truth. ”

Ning Zhiyuan thought for a while and said, "If there are any more repeat customers who come to buy things, remember to ask them what kind of items they need, and leave a contact information or something." If you only rely on new customers, you won't get much in commission. ”

Li Xiaobao said: "Well, this Xiaofeng has already thought of it. ”

How to sell more antiques, Mu Ruofeng and Li Xiaobao also thought of a way, after all, there is a commission to follow, and the benefits directly affect their income.

Although Li Xiaobao is an easy person to satisfy, but the two of them take turns to receive customers, Mu Ruofeng gets more commissions, and Li Xiaobao has to be more attentive.

The same position, the same opportunity, why do you earn 10,000 more than me?

If you think about it carefully, you can make more money as long as you work harder, so why be a salted fish?

If nothing else, how much money you make, what you eat is different.

In the past, when I was a security guard, I earned less, I wouldn't eat anything too expensive, and I sang songs to comfort myself.

I'm the little Tinker Bell, I've had a very good physique since I was a child, and my favorite food is the spicy hot and vinegared fat sausage.

Now, as long as you work harder, who still eats Malatang?

You can directly change the words like a dream.

Eating a dry pot bullfrog, staring at the scallion and popping the kidney flower, smoking two sips of China, and killing two of beer. Boss, boss, take another plate of cucumbers.

Security guards who don't want to earn a commission are not good clerks.

Well, the money she makes is not as much as Mu Ruofeng, how can she still have the confidence to chase her. (beep quietly)

Ning Zhiyuan took the car keys to Li Xiaobao, and Li Xiaobao went to the car to retrieve the other belongings back to the store.

I wanted to go and sit next door, but Ma Lao wasn't there.

After drinking a pot of tea, Zhang Feng, who had been missing for half a month, called Ning Zhiyuan.

Ning Zhiyuan said quietly: "The little life has been enjoyable, and finally remembered me?"

Zhang Feng said straight to the point: "Hehe, do you have time to go out for a drink at night?"

Ning Zhiyuan asked suspiciously, "It's okay to drink woolen wine?"

Zhang Feng coughed dryly twice and said, "The senior sister of the teacher is too enthusiastic, I can't resist it, so I will follow." You see people more accurately than me, and I want you to help me see how people are. ”

Ning Zhiyuan scolded with a smile: "Get out! I'm going to bring it out, and ask my opinion." ”

Zhang Feng smiled lewdly: "Hehe, I booked your evening time!"

The high school classmate is such a friend nearby, Ning Zhiyuan is naturally willing to go to the appointment.

But this grandson's last sentence feels a little weird.