I went out early in the morning and rushed back, sorry!

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How about it, do you need to sell it? ”

Fan Yao impatiently urged the silent Song Yuan, and said lazily: "In the antique industry, everyone naturally understands what it is, and the residue is equal to the waste.

According to what I saw on TV, all the antiques in your Song family's repository, after falling, were broken into at least a dozen petals, this kind of antiques is not even a waste product, at most it is garbage.

If I'm not mistaken, the Song family has already restored everything that can be pieced together, how about it, is the effect ideal? ”

Song Yuan was speechless by Fan Yao's words, his face turned pig liver color, and his heart was very bitter, but he also knew that what the other party said was the truth.

He returned after sending Song Hualiang to the emergency room in the hospital, and after the police investigation and evidence collection were completed, he immediately organized experienced personnel to restore them, but the antiques were really miserable, and those that fell into more than a dozen pieces were all good, and even those that fell into one hundred and eighty pieces were everywhere.

Originally, the inscription at the bottom of the cultural relics and the remaining words on the fragments were all collectible, but he did not see a complete inscription from beginning to end, let alone a complete painting, and he almost fainted in anger in the face of a room of waste.

Antiques are all incomplete, so how can we talk about appreciation? It's just that why does the other party spend a lot of money to buy broken antiques? Song Yuan couldn't figure it out.

"Sell it, antique fragments are useless at all!"

Song Zhaoting hurriedly made a suggestion, they have been dealing with antiques for most of their lives, and they have also seen broken antiques, although they are valuable when they are good, but now that they are broken, they are really worthless!

"yes, sell it."

Everyone was busy with Song Zhaoting, 10 million to buy a bunch of broken antiques, the Song family simply made a lot of money, if this opportunity is lost, I am afraid that they will not be able to find it in the future.

"How, do you need to sell it?" Fan Yao frowned impatiently, squeezed his eyes at Qi Feng beside him, Qi Feng nodded, and said lazily: "Isn't Boss Song even able to understand such a clear truth, our boss paid 10 million to buy broken porcelain pieces this time, in fact, it is to indirectly help the Song family tide over the difficulties, even if 10 million is to buy the real thing, I'm afraid I can buy a few pieces."

It's just that I can't imagine that the Song family doesn't appreciate it at all, so since that's the case, we won't bother anymore. ”

Qi Feng sneered, pretended to be angry and picked up the woven bag on the table, squeezed his eyes at Fan Yao, turned around and was about to leave, at this time he had to put some pressure on Song Yuan to help him make up his mind.

"You can't go."

Song Zhaoting stopped Fan Yao and Qi Feng who were huffing with a smile, and looked at the silent Song Yuan anxiously.

"Who's your boss?"

Song Yuan squinted and asked, he felt that something was wrong, he didn't think that anyone would be willing to spend 10 million to buy a bunch of broken antiques, unless the other party's brain was broken.

If the other party's brain is not broken, then the value of this batch of antiques must exceed 10 million, as for what to say about helping the Song family in the Song family's crisis, in Song Yuan's opinion, it is completely nonsense, there will be no absolute friends between businessmen at all, and only interests are eternal, but he rummaged through his memory, and he couldn't guess what the other party needed to do with the broken antiques, how to use the broken porcelain pieces to earn 10 million.

I don't know the real intentions of the other party, he would rather guard a pile of broken antiques than shoot easily!

"I can't tell you."

Fan Yao replied impatiently, now this is the territory of the Song family, if Jiang Hao's name is really reported, the broken antiques will definitely not be collected, and even a group of violent beatings will be greeted, he doesn't want to find abuse!

"Manager, the auction house has called, saying that someone will come in a moment to check the antiques at tomorrow's auction."

Just as Song Yuan was hesitating whether to sell the broken antiques, the staff pushed in and reported.

"Okay."

Song Yuan's face changed, and his heart chuckled, he was really afraid of anything, the auction house must have gotten the news, thinking of the high compensation of 500 million, Song Yuan felt a sense of suffocation.

"We're taking our leave."

Fan Yao and Qi Feng were about to push away Song Zhaoting, who was blocking in front of them, and they wanted to leave without hesitation.

"We'll talk about it again."

Song Zhaoting's anxious forehead was sweating, he could see that the two people in front of him were not joking with them, he looked at the others for help.

Syllable!

Fan Yao's strength to break free from Song Zhaoting's blocking was a little too great, and his pockets were very shallow, and the small notebook in his pocket fell to the ground from his pocket.

"If you sell it, I'll pay, if you don't sell it, I'll leave, anyway, our boss doesn't have a lot of money and has no place to paint, so our boss has to help the Song family, and he has thought of a lot of ways to help for this, which is really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs."

Fan Yao's face turned red, and he muttered very dissatisfied, he has fully devoted himself to his role, and it is very enjoyable to be able to give anger to the four ancient player clans in Zhongzhou City.

"Your notebook."

Song Zhaoting picked up the notebook that fell on the ground, patted the notebook gently, his eyes inadvertently saw the pictures in the notebook, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to open the small notebook, the more he looked at it, the more happy he became.

"Don't the Song family even understand this politeness? How can I peek into my notebook? ”

Fan Yao glared at the emotional Song Zhaoting, snatched the small book and put it in his pocket, he was keenly aware that Song Zhaoting's face was wrong after seeing the book, it seems that Brother Hao said that this little book is very useful, it seems that this sentence is not wrong at all.

"The antiques in your little notebook?"

Song Zhaoting couldn't suppress his excitement and couldn't wait to ask.

"This is an antique that our boss supports your Song family." Qi Feng clasped his hands to his chest on the side, and said coldly: "I originally wanted to tell you, but your Song family didn't appreciate it at all, and it was a waste to give it to you." ”

Song Zhaoting was so excited that he almost didn't hug the two people in front of him and kiss him, his eyes were eager, and he said unconvincedly: "You are really here to send these antiques?" ”

"Do we look like liars?"

Fan Yao glanced at Song Zhaoting who looked like he was crazy with disdain, could it be that the Song family was hit too hard, they were all crazy, and they were guarding a pile of broken antiques and were unwilling to exchange money, it was really strange!

"It's wonderful."

Song Zhaoting's face was bruised, and tears of excitement were about to flow down his eyes, this was really God helping the Song family tide over the difficulties.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yuan was keenly aware of Song Zhaoting's strange mood, and he didn't know what was going on in Lu Dao, and the rest of the people in the venue also focused their eyes on Song Zhaoting.

"Can I see if I can do it again." Song Zhaoting stared at Fan Yao's pocket and asked.

"Take it." Fan Yaozhi said, if he didn't give Song Zhaoting a small book, Song Zhaoting might have to rob it directly, and reluctantly handed the book to Song Zhaoting, whose hands were trembling because of excessive excitement.

"Look at this."

Song Zhaoting glanced at Fan Yao gratefully, and directly handed the book to Song Yuan, who was waiting in confusion.

"What is this?"

Song Yuanhu took the book suspiciously, looked at the antiques on the book, the more he looked at it, the more he was surprised, the haze and dull mood was swept away in an instant, after reading the antique images in the entire book, pressing the rapid beat, it seemed that the heart was about to pop out, swallowed saliva, his tone was hurried, and he asked in a questioning tone: "You mean that your boss sent you to send these things to the Song family?" ”

"How many times do you ask a question, is it interesting?" Fan Yao glanced at Song Yuan dissatisfiedly, and replied patiently: "I'll answer the last one, we just buy broken porcelain pieces, and then send antiques to help the Song family survive the crisis." ”

"Where's the stuff?"

Song Yuan couldn't wait to urge, his eyes widening and staring directly at Fan Yao.

"This ......"

Fan Yao and Qi Feng glanced at each other, this batch of antiques was made by Brother Snake in the Huaining Mountains, and now they don't know where they are, they have long known that Lu Dao brought fake antiques.

"You two, I have something for you."

When Fan Yao was thinking about how to deal with it, the clerk ordered two sturdy security guards to carry a box into the office, he was also entrusted by someone, according to his courage, he didn't dare to carry things into the conference room, but the other party gave him a thousand yuan as a thank you, remembering that the Song family was going to go bankrupt and he was going to find his own way out, so he went out and asked the security guard to carry the box into the office.

"This is the office, why do you carry all the miscellaneous items here?" Song Zhaohai glared at the staff scoldingly: "Carry it out." ”

"Yes."

As soon as the clerk was about to open his mouth and order the security guard to carry him out, Fan Yao on the side recognized the box in front of him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the box and said lazily: "Our boss's things are in here." ”

"Be careful, open the box."

Song Yuan clenched his fists and walked quickly to the box, and the security guard naturally did not dare to slack off when he received the order, and immediately carefully pried open the box with a baton and threw the lid aside.

Song Yuan looked at the neatly arranged antiques in the box, the antiques in the box were indeed the antiques that would be sent to the auction house tomorrow, and what made him even more incredible was that even the number of antiques was exactly the same.

What is this for?

Fan Yao and Qi Feng looked at the fake antiques in the box, their hearts trembled violently, and they didn't understand why they wanted to send fake antiques to the Song family, the Song family was selling real antiques, could they accept it?

Fake?

Song Yuan immediately calmed down, carefully identified the antiques in his hand, and found that the antiques were very exquisitely made, but after appreciating antiques for decades, he still quickly noticed the strangeness of antiques.

However, according to his experience, unless he is a powerful master, it is impossible to see that the antique is fake, and the hand holding the antique tightened, and a bold plan was born in his mind.

"This is what your boss gave us?"

Song Yuan put the antique in his hand in the box and asked Fan Yao in confirmation.

"It's free, of course, but if you're willing to pay, we're happy to accept it, because no one has anything to do with money." Qi Feng shrugged his shoulders with a smile and said indifferently.

"Zhaohai, you take the two of you to load the antique fragments."

Song Yuan commanded.

"Okay."

Song Zhaohai frowned incomprehensibly, but still walked towards the repository with Fan Yao and Qi Feng, who were holding the woven bag, as instructed.

It's so mysterious, I think the so-called big boss is what he does, it turns out to be a group of people who make fake antiques, what do you say about the acquisition of broken antiques, in order to appreciate the paintings on the antiques, if my guess is correct, it must be to learn from the production process of antiques or want to imitate antiques, and really treat the Song family as a three-year-old child, this means still want to hide from me, really when the Song family is no one?

Song Yuan stared at the antiques in the box with complicated eyes, he was really grateful to the so-called mysterious boss, with this batch of fake antiques, as long as he dealt with the past and tomorrow's auction and avoided the huge problem of liquidated damages, the crisis of the Song family would be solved!

"If someone from the auction house comes, bring him directly to the office."

Song Yuan glanced at the fake antiques in the box with deep eyes, and guessed through the intention of the so-called big boss of the other party, so he didn't worry about being deceived, the future of the Song family can be pinned on the fake antiques in this box, as long as it can survive tomorrow's auction, with the strong foundation of the Song family, it can still achieve good results in other industries.