Wei Xiu sat upright, frowned, sorted out his words, and said, "What do you think of opening a private museum?"

Everyone was surprised, Boss Mu and Professor Chang looked at each other, and after a while, Boss Mu frowned and said: "Now the national policy is relatively relaxed, and it is feasible to do, but ...... Do you have enough antiques to afford a museum?"

Wei Xiu thought for a while and said: "I don't have much in my hands for the time being, but I know some people, and I am seventy percent sure that I will persuade them to entrust some of the antiques to the museum for exhibitions." ”

Boss Mu nodded and said, "Managed exhibitions are a way of operating private museums that have emerged in recent years, but what is the purpose of opening a private museum?"

Wei Xiu frowned and thought for a while: "I currently have no less than a hundred antiques in my hands, and since I have entered this industry, there will only be more and more antiques in my hands in the future." So many antiques don't talk about collection and maintenance, and it's always not safe to keep them at home. Could it be that I even asked a few bodyguards to show me these antiques?"

"So I thought, on the one hand, collecting antiques cultivates sentiment, and on the other hand, it is just something that can be held in your hand at any time to play and enjoy, which is not in conflict with opening a private museum. If you have a private museum, although you will invest a lot of operating expenses, you should be able to offset some of the income in terms of income, and the antiques are also properly kept, so you can take out the antiques whenever you want to play with them!"

Hearing Wei Xiu's words, Professor Chang said, "You mean it's not for profit?"

Wei Xiu shook his head: "Yes and no, I don't care how much money the museum makes, but it is better to have a balance between the museum's income and expenditure, if it is a bottomless pit......" Wei Xiu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Everyone fell silent, the idea proposed by Wei Xiu was really beyond their expectations.

"In fact, all kinds of private museums are blooming everywhere, but in fact, most of them are full of fakes, and even become some of the unearthed whitewashing factories or become a base camp for Tibetan friends to exchange. If you want to do this kind of museum, you don't need to ask us, hire some commercial operation team, even if you lose money, you won't lose anywhere! If you want to really engage in learning, do a museum that shows your own collections, it is difficult to break even in the early stage, and then look at the operation, or see if you have high-quality collections, if there are a few heavyweight treasures, then the museum still has great prospects. ”

Professor Chang said in a deep voice, obviously if Wei Xiu was the former, it would make him very sad.

"I see that many museums will open some souvenir shops, maybe this can balance the budget?" Mu Qingqing whispered beside him.

Wei Xiu nodded, his brows furrowed.

He didn't want to sell all the antiques from the Tang Dynasty and even before the Tang Dynasty unearthed from the ancient tomb of the Fire Dragon Cave, and even if he did, because there were too many of them, it would be difficult for this part of the antiques to sell at a good price. It will even impact the antique market, attract the attention of people with a heart, and be noticed.

And is it possible that all these antiques should be stuffed in the basement?

Among these antiques, many Wei Xiu liked them very much and didn't want to sell them at all, he was not short of money now, and there was no need to sell antiques to maintain the economy.

Most of the antiques that belong to him can be washed out in about half a year, and all of them can be washed in a year at most. Wei Xiu had to find a way to place these antiques in more than half a year.

"I see. Wei Xiu nodded.

……

Wei Xiu, who left the antique shop, walked on the antique street with a somewhat gloomy back.

"Wei Xiu!" called out.

Wei Xiu turned his head, and Mu Qingqing chased after him, holding a jacket in his hand, a pink men's casual suit.

"Na...... Beware of colds. Mu Qingqing handed the coat in his hand to Wei Xiu, who looked at the pink casual suit in his hand with some surprise and said, "Your father still wears this kind of clothes?"

Mu Qingqing glanced at Wei Xiu, the style at a glance, the almonds were painted, and half a strand of hair swept through the fragrant snow, with the moving feelings of early autumn.

"It's not because you stayed at my house last time when you were drunk, and you didn't even have a decent change of clothes, otherwise how could I ...... again?"

"No, I bought it pretending to be a boy?"

"Huh, pretending to be a boy, and you're still pretending to be a boy?"

"Ah, what, I'm not allowed to pretend to be a boy!" Mu Qingqing glared at Wei Xiu.

Wei Xiu smiled wryly, and made up the scene of Mu Qingqing wearing a loose basketball jersey...... Nima, what's so hot in your mouth?

Wei Xiu stretched out his hand to wipe it, only to find that he actually had a nosebleed...... Holy shit, nosebleed......

Mu Qingqing looked at Wei Xiu's nosebleed on the street, and suddenly said anxiously: "Ah, why did you have a nosebleed?" Hurry up and sit down...... Look up ......"

As he spoke, he quickly pulled Wei Xiu to sit down in front of an antique shop on Long Street, and then asked Wei Xiu to tilt his head and hurriedly take out a sanitary napkin, oh no, the paper towel helped Wei Xiu stop the bleeding.

This is not in the bathroom, there is no mirror, Wei Xiu doesn't even know what is going on on his face, so he can only sit on the steps, tilt his head and let Mu Qingqing help him deal with it.

It's just that this posture seems to be ...... Something seems wrong!

Wei Xiu sat on the steps almost on his back, although the posture was indecent, it was nothing. The problem is that in order to help Wei Xiu deal with his nose, Mu Qingqing has to lie on Wei Xiu's body almost as much as possible, and several times Wei Xiu adjusts his posture, he will encounter a soft thing, which makes his heart flutter, and the nosebleed becomes more and more unstoppable.

"Are you a sand nose or a gang nose, why can't you stop the bleeding?" Mu Qingqing wanted to wipe it clean and then plug his nostrils, but he didn't expect the blood to flow non-stop.

"Just nose, I'm ......" Before Wei Xiu finished speaking, Mu Qingqing suddenly threw himself into Wei Xiu's arms for some reason, and his soft body made Wei Xiu's body stiff, and the brother in his lower body was actually hard.

Mu Qingqing's feet slipped and threw herself into Wei Xiu's arms, she was already shy enough. Suddenly, when he felt the hard object in his lower abdomen, his pretty face suddenly blushed, and when he saw Wei Xiu's nosebleed and couldn't stop looking like a pig, he was anxious, and slapped Wei Xiu's face: "You bastard!"

After saying that, he blushed, got up and ran.

Wei Xiu covered his face in astonishment, looked at his brother under his crotch, and shouted wildly in his heart: 'Zhou Pojun, you mistook me!'

At this time, how could Wei Xiu not know why he had a nosebleed?

Typical over-filled, it's all because of Zhou Pojun's donkey meat hot pot, the ghost knows what he also added to the bottom of the pot, he is a person who runs to the fourth, in order to go to the ancient tomb, he is not afraid to make up. How can Wei Xiu, a young man with strong blood, stand it? No wonder it's the end of October, and there has been a cold air recently, many people have put on coats, and he is still wearing a white shirt to hang around.

and then be stimulated by the fragrant picture made up by the brain, it is strange that there is no nosebleed!

Wei Xiu's face was full of helplessness, seeing that many people on the street looked at him ambiguously, he was even more ashamed of himself, and hurriedly ran back to the car with oil on the soles of his feet, and when he saw his bloodstained face in the rearview mirror, he immediately gritted his teeth and said: "Zhou-broken-army-"

Zhou Pojun was still dealing with the company's remaining affairs, and the secretary called to say that a young man rushed in with blood, and he couldn't stop it.

Zhou Pojun was still wondering, didn't he remember to provoke any young people? The office door was kicked open, and Wei Xiu shouted at the top of his voice: "Zhou Pojun, look at the good things you have done!!"

Zhou Pojun was still surprised, and suddenly saw Wei Xiu's nostrils stuffed with paper balls, and his white shirt was full of blood, just like a big aunt, and he couldn't help laughing anymore.

"Fuck, you're still laughing, I'm making you laugh!" Wei Xiu was annoyed, raised his hand and broke the branch of the ornamental tree in front of the office door and smashed it.

"Oh, my ancestor, my little leaf red sandalwood!" Zhou Pojun saw that the tree that was so easy to raise in this shape was broken by Wei Xiu, and his head suddenly sweated, and he hurriedly rushed up.

It was both pretending and begging for mercy, and when he saw Wei Xiu's embarrassed appearance while begging for mercy, he couldn't help laughing, the scene was really funny and cute.

At this time, several loyal employees outside finally came late, looking at the scene in the office, and suddenly their mouths of surprise could almost stuff apples.

"It's ...... The usual solemn and unsmiling warlord?"

After a while, Wei Xiu had enough trouble, lying on the sofa and panting: "You have a good environment here, there are a lot of beautiful girls, it's still single, I doubt that you are not good?"

"Get out!" Zhou Pojun scolded with a smile: "What, you have taken a fancy to my company's employees? ”

"Cut, the master's vision is so low?" Wei Xiu pouted and said, "What did you add to that hot pot?

"It's just a few flavors of nourishing Chinese medicine!"

"How many flavors of nourishing Chinese medicine? How many flavors of Chinese medicine can make me spray nosebleeds? I just have a nose, I calculate...... I haven't bumped, I haven't had a nosebleed for at least three years. ”

"That's not right...... You ate all the donkey meat?"

"Yes, you cry and laugh, you just drink wine and don't eat meat, it's not good to waste food after all, and it's embarrassing to waste donkey meat if you can waste anything else!" Wei Xiu said of course.

As soon as Wei Xiu finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and said, "Isn't it?"

"One plus one sometimes doesn't necessarily equal two, and it deserves a nosebleed. Zhou Pojun gloated, picked up the online phone on the desk and said, "Send Mr. Wei a cup of tea, don't add wolfberries, I want that superb hairy tip." ”

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Pojun pointed to the private bathroom next to him and said, "Do you want to wash?"

Wei Xiu entered the private bathroom of Zhou Pojun's office with an annoyed face, and after rinsing his nose, he looked at the blood stains on his white shirt, and he didn't bother to wipe it after thinking about it, and he couldn't wipe it off anyway.

After coming out, Zhou Pojun's beautiful secretary just sent Mao Jian and handed it to Wei Xiu with a smile on her face, but her eyes were sloppy and she observed Wei Xiu, and she came to a conclusion with just one glance.