"Yes, some ......" Man Jun stepped forward, took out an invitation letter and two stacks of hundred-dollar bills with bank seals from his bag, and placed them in front of the registration officer.

"Well, this is the receipt, please keep it and return the deposit with the receipt when the transaction is over......"

The man issued a receipt, then picked up a sign with 28 Arabic numerals written on it and handed it to the Manchu army, Fang Yi had also seen Bai Chuxia have one before, but he didn't know what it was for.

"Brother Man, what is this for?" When entering the conference room, Fang Yi picked up the sign in Man Jun's hand a little strangely.

"We're here to participate in the auction, this brand is naturally used for bidding, you don't even know this?"

As soon as Man Jun said this, he immediately understood, Fang Yi has lived on the mountain since he was a child, and although he quickly integrated into life during the period after coming down the mountain, he is still not as knowledgeable as a person who has lived in society for more than ten years, and before this, he may not even know what an auction is.

"Hey, brother, don't be angry, I forgot what you went through...... Manjun said with some guilt.

"I'm not angry, Brother Man, don't I know what you said?" Fang Yi was also not angry, he knew that this was Manjun's unintentional words.

"Both, I'll take a look at your number plates......"

After the two entered the conference room inside, a girl wearing a blue and white cheongsam immediately greeted her, and after looking at the number in Fang Yi's hand, she said, "Two gentlemen, please come with me, your position is here......

"Brother Man, this auction place is not very big, it can only be a hundred and ten people at most, right?"

After entering the conference room, Fang Yi found that the whole venue was not very large, but a bit like a movie theater he went to with the fat man a few days ago, with a platform about one meter above the ground at the front, and several rows of sofa chairs placed on the opposite side of the platform.

However, compared with the movie theater, the grade here is undoubtedly much higher, there is a small coffee table between each sofa chair, on which is placed a bottle of water, an ashtray and a plate of washed fruit, and the service is very thoughtful and meticulous.

Perhaps because of the registration before and after, Fang Yi's seat was next to Mr. Su and the others, Mr. Su sat in the middle of the three, and Officer Bai happened to sit next to Fang Yi, and when Fang Yi sat down, he looked up at him.

"Hey, Fang Yi, you kid is lucky, do it next to a beautiful woman......" After the two sat down, the fat man squeezed his eyes at Fang Yi, although he couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly through a large frame, but from the figure alone, she was a first-class beauty.

"Brother Man, what are we here for......" Fang Yi looked at Man Jun speechlessly, after guessing the purpose of this Officer Bai's participation in the auction, Fang Yi decided to avoid it, this would be glad in her heart that she didn't recognize her.

"Hehe, it's not wrong to make money by picking up girls, I want you to be full of brother and I ...... back then"

The auction was still a few minutes away from starting, and there were still people approaching the venue, and the Manjun had nothing to do, so he simply blew it with Fang Yi, but he forgot that although his voice was very low, the distance between him and Mr. Su was too close.

"Vulgar ......" A crisp female voice came from Officer Bai's position, and at the same time there was a look of disdain, and Manjun's voice suddenly stopped abruptly, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

"Oh, Lao Xie, you're here too......" Man Jun, who was looking embarrassed, raised his head, just saw an acquaintance, and quickly stood up and said hello.

"Lao Man, what you said, didn't you take away all the good things if I didn't come?"

The man who was talking to Manjun was also in his forties, with a chanterelle-yellow beeswax cake hanging around his neck, a huge pigeon's blood red ring on his hand, and an old-fashioned horse coat with fragrant cloud yarn.

"Lao Man, I've heard that you received a pair of Tang Bohu's fans some time ago, right?"

The man who was called Lao Xie by the Manchu Army, saw that there was no one next to the Manchu Army's seat, sat down with a butt, and said: "What's the matter, let's make a price, you know that I have a customer who likes to collect celebrity calligraphy and paintings, so transfer that fan to me......"

"Lao Xie, it's not that my brother won't let it go to you, it's that you're too late to say this......" The man sighed in uniform and said, "I got rid of the fan the next day after I put it away, I'm really embarrassed to ...... it."

The Manchu army said that he was embarrassed, but his face was full of smiles, Lao Xie's name is Xie Qingyang, and he is also a famous antique dealer in Jinling, and the scale of his business is much larger than that of the Manchu army.

The antique business has a characteristic, that is, it is difficult to buy and sell, and it is not agreed to receive a good antique, but in the same way, if you have a good thing in hand, it may not necessarily be able to sell, and in some cases, a good customer is even more important than the purchase channel.

The customers of the antique shop are basically some high-end successful people, their needs are all kinds of strange and strange, who can meet the requirements of customers, who can tie this relationship to the porcelain, from others to collect things to maintain their own customers, this is also what they often do.

Of course, if it weren't for their own urgent use of money or the other party's bid was higher than the market price, ordinary people would not sell things to their peers, and the Manchu army had done well in the antique business in the past two years, and there were faint signs of catching up with Lao Xie, so the relationship between the two was not so harmonious on the surface.

"Hey, Lao Man, I haven't said the price yet, you kid just don't give face? Tell me who you sold it to? I'll talk to him......"

After hearing Manjun's words, Xie Qingyang's face showed a little unhappiness, he really has a customer who is collecting Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings, so as long as he hears that anyone in the circle gets Tang Bohu's things, Xie Qingyang will generally buy it at a high price, anyway, the wool is out of the sheep, and even the profit can be earned back from the customer at that time.

"Lao Xie, do you really want to talk to my buyer?" Man Jun couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"What's the matter? I, Xie Qingyang, don't even have this little face in Jinling?"

Manjun's words made Xie Qingyang frown, he began to pour antiques in the mid-eighties, and now he is worth tens of millions, and he is also the number one person in Jinling antique shop, and Manjun can only be regarded as a small character in front of him.

"Nacheng, Lao Xie, the thing was bought by Sun Lao, you go and talk to Sun Lao......" Man Jun glanced at Fang Yi and almost laughed, because he knew that Xie Qingyang was in the Jinling antique shop, and what he was most afraid of was Old Man Sun.

It was five years ago when Mr. Sun had just retired, Xie Qingyang went to Mr. Sun's house, and actually wanted to ask Mr. Sun to be the shopkeeper of his antique shop, and gave Mr. Sun four components to Mr. Sun, which means that Mr. Sun can become the second largest shareholder of his antique shop without spending a penny.

But what Xie Qingyang didn't expect was that Sun Lao, who originally poured him a cup of tea and gave him a seat, actually splashed the tea on Xie Qingyang's face at once, and knocked Xie Qingyang out of the house with a broom, and before Xie Qingyang went down the stairs, the gift he brought was also thrown out by Sun Lianda.

It has always been rumored in the industry that Sun Lao does not let antique dealers enter the house, but in fact, the source is out of this place, and Sun Lao, who was disgusted by Xie Qingyang's philistine face, has set up this rule since then.

Anyway, Xie Qingyang is also a well-known figure in the Jinling antique shop, and after being kicked out of the door, he is naturally very angry.

So Xie Qingyang released his words on several public occasions, saying that he sincerely invited him to the door and wanted Sun Lianda to exert his residual heat after retirement, but Sun Lianda really didn't know how to lift up, and he deserved to eat at home and wait for death.

However, the development of things was a slap in Xie Qingyang's face, and a few days after he finished saying this, Sun Lianda was hired by the National Appraisal Committee and became the leading cultural relics identification expert in China, and his status in the industry suddenly rose.

Although Sun Lianda did not meet Xie Qingyang in general, with the change of Sun Lianda's identity, Xie Qingyang also found that the people around him gradually became estranged from him, and it was only then that Xie Qingyang knew that he had done something stupid.

Xie Qingyang, who regretted it a lot, bought a heavy gift and went to the capital afterwards, wanting to apologize to Sun Lianda, but this time he couldn't even enter the gate, and he was scolded by an old man in the industry who he entrusted him to pass the message, saying that he was neither big nor small and did not know how to respect teachers and education.

Doing antique business, the most important thing is the connections, people in the circle know that after Xie Qingyang offended Sun Lianda, the top appraisal masters in China, Xie Qingyang was not able to invite him again, which also led him to take medicine a few times later and lost a lot of money.