Before Ah Ping could take a closer look at the employee's mobile phone, Wu Ou walked over. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Ah Ping had to put away his mobile phone and talk to him.

Meng Ping always felt that he was smiling more happily than just now.

There is a reason why Manager Wu is so happy, Sanli Auction House has been a famous auction house in the province and even the whole country for some years, and they played a large auction every month and a small auction every week.

But now, it's getting harder and harder to collect these things. This makes every auction for them can only be small things, and in the end, there is not even a good object in the town.

The boss is willing to make several occasions a one, that is, only once a month. But I was worried that I would go against my original boss and be bad for my reputation. A little stain on their credibility in their business is a catastrophe. I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

I didn't expect that because I was depressed, I came out to sit and sit, and I picked up such a good thing.

"Brother Meng, this painting is a family heirloom?" Manager Wu smiled happily.

I have just been identified by the masters, and I have been able to confirm that this painting is absolutely real, and now I am here to ask if there are any good things in this kid's hand. It can be seen that he is a good talker, and it would be good if he could cooperate for a long time.

"Well, it's not, a friend of mine asked me to sell it." Meng Ping shook his head.

"So, that friend of yours, is there anything else in your hands?" Manager Wu asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"This ......" Meng Ping thought about the box with three cushions of table corners, and said, "There should be quite a few." ”

"That's great. In the future, we will have to cooperate more. As he spoke, he handed a business card to Meng Ping very attentively. Meng Ping nodded. Thinking about it, Meng Xiaofei also has a lot of things there, so he can ask him to come here and sell them, so he accepts them.

Meng Xiaofei had a class today, so he didn't come along, and he wanted to find out about Xia Xiaoyue's situation when he got out of class, after all, he still had to do his random task.

"Here's how our auction house behaves." Wu said: "You can wait for the day before the next auction to arrive, or you can choose to deposit it with us now, and if you do so, you will be charged 1% of the auction price as a reward." After the auction, our company will charge another 30% as a reward. If we can, let's sign the contract. ”

As he spoke, he handed over a few contracts.

Before coming, Meng Ping specially inquired, and the three-component profit was very appropriate.

"So when will I receive the money?"

"There's a small auction next weekend, a big auction early next month, but you're still going to have to pay a high price for your painting at a big auction." Wu was worried that he would put the painting on a small one, after all, he would be counting on it at next month's auction.

As a result, fear of what comes.

"Well, then put it on a small one and shoot it, I'm in a hurry to use the money."

To be honest, Meng Ping hopes to get the money now, even if it will change more after a month.

It's 500 yuan on the card, and it's really good to get the money.

Wu Fatpang was stunned when he heard this, gritted his teeth, and said to Meng Ping: "Brother Meng, let's be honest with you, we need this painting town for a large-scale auction." The estimate of this painting is 80 million, and it will definitely be more than this when the time comes. If you are short of money, I will advance 100 million to you privately, let's call Boss Huo as a guarantee, and I will make up for you next month, how about it. ”

It doesn't seem to be bad, Meng Ping thought to himself, it's just a little troublesome.

"It's a bit of a hassle." Meng Ping said that Wu Ou's face collapsed and he almost cried, he was already a happy face, and it was very funny to make this expression.

"That's it, if it's sure to be more than 180 million, brother, you can draw 100 million and buy it from me, so go to the auction, and give you the extra money."

It's not that Ah Ping is arrogant, but he just wants to see the money quickly. This 100 million is almost equal to 10 million on Meng Xiaofei's face, which is a lot.

It's like being busy for a month, and on the day I finally get my salary, I feel restless.

"This, this" Wu Qu stammered: "You have suffered a lot of losses, not to mention 80 million." ”

"It doesn't matter."

Wu Ou hurriedly called someone to transfer money, while holding Meng Ping's hand and talking about long and short.

Finally, with a clanging sound, Meng Ping took out his mobile phone and saw that the money had indeed arrived.

Wu District also exhaled loudly, which is also most of his net worth.

The two talked a few more words, and Wu Qu saw that Meng Ping was not interested in talking, so he went back to pack up his paintings and left.

I don't want to, Wang Lao is still lying on the painting.

"Why are you still lying here?" Wu asked strangely: "Isn't it good to identify?" ”

Wang Lao raised his head and said solemnly: "The substance contaminated on the scroll of this painting may be some kind of ink or pigment used by Song Huizong, I have to study it carefully, and then go back and test it." ”

Wu nodded as well.

Meng Ping coughed awkwardly on the side, saw the two of them raise their heads, and whispered: "It was accidentally stained by my friend when he was eating roast chicken." ”

Then he took advantage of the two of them to flee in a smoke.

"Elder Wang, this ......" Wu District also smiled bitterly, someone took 200 million painting bags to roast chicken, I really can't think of it.

"Rest assured, this will not affect the value of the painting." Wang Lao replied without any tacit understanding.

Wu Qu glanced at him and stopped talking.

The embarrassed Meng Ping walked out of the first line and happened to meet Xia Lao head-on.

"What a coincidence." Meng Ping touched his head and said.

"What a coincidence, Xiaohua said that you are here, I will stop by to pick you up" Xia Lao rolled his eyes and said.

"Huh?" Meng Ping looked confused.

"Come and invite you to sit at my house," Xia Lao smiled strangely.

"Then it would be nice for you to make a phone call, why bother to come in person?"

"Just passing by." Xia Lao motioned for the driver to drive, and replied indifferently, as for whether it was true or not, only he knew.

The car drove all the way into the distance, and the tall trees along the way shimmered in colorful colors in the sunlight. Dancing on the fast-moving window.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, a tall and gorgeous villa appeared in front of Meng Ping.

The car took the two of them past the garden, in front of the simple white villa. A fiery red moon flower, blooming warm and deep, sprinkled in the breeze. I have to say, it's a beautiful place. It's just that Ah Ping always feels that this white villa, reflecting the huge cyan peaks behind, looks gloomy.

"Hello?" As soon as he got out of the car, Ah Ping's mobile phone rang

"How?"

It was Meng Xiaofei who called.