Mao found a small notebook.

This small notebook is used by him to memorize some fragmentary phone numbers, such as the scrap collection at the street corner that is not stored in the mobile phone.

Mao turned it over and out, and finally pulled out a phone number, and the name on it was: Golden Gun Oil.

Tang Yi stepped forward, looked at the "Golden Gun Oil" and thought, "Hey, isn't this the buddy on the street of group performance?" Xu Kuan was hired to collect our imitation of Shen Zhou at that time, and in the end, the contract was changed by the two of us, and you also kept this phone number? ”

"That's it, this guy's acting skills are average, but it's better to have a pie, like a buyer. Besides, after so long, maybe the acting skills have improved! Mao said with a smile.

Tang Yi understood, "Do you want him to pretend to be a buyer and tease the old smoker?" I said, you have to pay for him to hire him, I think it's necessary, right? ”

Mao Chai said: "Spend some money is to spend a little, I said, in addition to teasing the old smoker, there is another use, we can not only get back the money hired by him, but also make money!" ”

"That guy has filmed a gun advertisement before, so he won't be recognized, right?" Tang Yidao.

"How can it be such a coincidence! Do you think this idea will work? Mao said and said it to Tang Zhongfeng and Tang Yi.

"Xiao Mao, I didn't say you, how did you figure out this crooked way?" Tang Zhongfeng didn't seem to agree.

Tang Yi thought for a while, but said: "Dad, this method is of course not good for good people, but to deal with people like Lao Xuan, you can treat others the way they do." Besides, he himself said that it was an imitation! ”

Tang Zhongfeng was silent.

"Uncle Tang, people have stepped on the plate and stepped on our heads, if we don't rectify it, what can we do? To punish the wicked is to do good! Mao persuaded him.

Tang Zhongfeng looked at the two of them, "Okay, you two can deal with it, and besides, I don't think it will be possible." However, at least you can order some old soy sauce, and don't go to Gebao to find a bargain in the future! ”

"Time is tight, I'm afraid I only have one day tomorrow, and I may not be able to find what I need." Tang Yidao.

"I'll contact the back head tonight and make it clear to him, you go look for something early tomorrow morning, and if you find it, call him again." Mao said.

Then the three of them went to do their own things, Tang Zhongfeng went home, Mao made an appointment with a friend for dinner, and Tang Yi made an appointment with Lin Huanting.

The next day was Saturday, Tang Yi got up at dawn, went out of the house, went straight to the antique street, first went to a few familiar shops, in and out, and when he came out of the last store, he finally had a bundle of things in his hand, but he wrapped it in newspaper and couldn't see anything.

When he returned to Gebaoduo and picked up the things, Tang Yi called his back.

"Boss Tang, you're early! Boss Mao told me yesterday, and the price has been negotiated, so I'll wait for your order, and you can please do it! "I look like I'm in a good mood.

After making the call, Tang Yi was a little hungry, and he hadn't eaten breakfast yet! I went to a nearby snack bar to eat pancakes and fruits, and drank a bowl of tofu brain.

Just returned to the store and sat down for less than five minutes, someone came, this time it was a middle-aged fat man, still in the store for a while, and finally stared at "Qiu Ying Landscape".

"Good painting! It's a pity that there is a smell of 'back door'! The fat man stood in front of the painting and spoke.

Tang Yi lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "This is all said to be imitation, it seems to be a bit of a problem." ”

The fat man smiled and said: "Imitation and imitation are not the same, some imitations can be worth two dollars." ”

"Listen to what you mean, it's a master, this kind of imitation must not be wanted, right?" Tang Yi raised his head and seemed to be smiling.

The fat man just wanted to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth again, and after a pause, he said, "Didn't you write that it was not for sale?" I can't ask for it if I want it! ”

At this time, Tang Yi suddenly picked up his mobile phone, "Oh, Lao Zhao!" I was about to text you, and I picked it up without a second. Okay, I won't sell it to others, and I won't sell it to you! The price can't be changed! ”

When the fat man heard this, a little surprise was revealed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, "Then boss, you are busy first, see you later." ”

"I won't send it!" Tang Yi waved his hand, still saying to his mobile phone: "Okay, then you come early in the afternoon!" ”

Watching the fat man go out of the store, Tang Yi then made a call to the back: "Brother, be on call, as soon as the phone rings, you will come over!" ”

There were a lot of guests on Saturday, Tang Yi was busy before and after, until the lunch was ordered, the person was gone, he pondered that the old smoker estimated that he would come in the afternoon, and he was about to close the store and go home to eat, at this time, the middle-aged fat man came again.

As soon as Tang Yi saw that the fat man had come in, he immediately secretly used his mobile phone to shake the mobile phone on his back. At the same time, I thought to myself, this old soy sauce is really a small person, it is said that this is a leisurely view, why do you have to find three people, right? The first two were sloppy, and the third came to buy.

But as soon as there are more people, he will share more money, and the sweetness he will receive will definitely be less. So it seems that there are only two of them, a long-haired man and a fat man, and this fat man also has the task of buying.

"Oh, you're here again, and you don't say anything about it, what do you need?" Tang Yi got up to greet him. As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open again.

The back is still on the back, and he is still dressed very stylishly, "Boss Tang, I have something to do this afternoon, I didn't say hello to you, I came in advance!" I'll take the things first, and the money will be in place in the afternoon! ”

"Lao Zhao, you're really lucky, a few minutes late, I'm going to eat after closing the store!" Tang Yi said to the fat man again: "You sit down for a while!" Then he walked to the eight-foot landscape hanging on the wall, and in front of the fat man, he took down the painting and rolled it up, and then put it into a long box of calligraphy and paintings.

Tang Yi handed the box to Lao Zhao, "Lao Zhao, I've been a little tight on money recently, you take things here, you have to give a deposit first." Hey, it's not that I don't believe you! ”

Lao Zhao laughed on his back, "Isn't this in a hurry!" I didn't have a few money with me, so I gave it in the afternoon, 300,000, yours is indispensable! ”

"Well." Tang Yi was hesitant.

At this time, the fat man sitting on the side kept texting and observing. At this point, his eyes quickly rolled a few times.

"So be it! I'll give you an IOU and write that you must send money today, otherwise I'll pay you an extra 50,000 yuan, this is always okay, right? He said with a look of arrogance.

Tang Yixin said, this guy's acting skills are really good!

"Okay, then you can come to the counter, I don't have to take out the paper, pen, and ink!" Tang Yi agreed.

Carrying the box containing the painting on his back, he entered the counter and placed the painting on the inside of the counter seemingly casually. "I'm looking for ink!" Tang Yi looked for it near the place where the painting was placed on his back.

At this time, the fat man suddenly got up, "Boss, didn't you ask me if I needed something?" That's what I need this picture for! ”