Seeing Manager Wu in front of him, he excitedly turned out his gloves, for fear of damaging the slightest bit of excitement, Meng Ping said that he was a little embarrassed,

Because Tu San took the guy, when he saw that he took this painting, he said indifferently,

"This painting, when I went to eat chicken in that house, I went to get two pieces of paper and packed them back. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Meng Ping looked at the large yellow stain on the scroll, and covered his face to dare not look at it.

Fortunately, the guy was afraid of soiling the roast chicken, so he didn't use the painting bag.

"Brother Meng, come and sit down."

Manager Wu politely invited Meng Ping into the private room to sit down, and then called an appraisal expert to come over.

The gray-haired expert came, holding a magnifying glass, and glancing at the painting. Manager Wu leaned his neck and looked at the side.

Meng Ping, who was quite bored, took out the employee mobile phone given by the supermarket and played. He just put his phone card in this morning.

He is a person who misses the old mobile phone, and the mobile phone does not need to be broken to pieces, and it will not be easily replaced, so it often happens that the money for repair is more expensive than buying a new one.

If it weren't for Tu San holding his mobile phone all day long, walking around with nine tails, which made Meng Ping very envious, he wouldn't have taken it out and used it.

The mobile phone is like a whole black crystal, and inside it is also a yellow, green and blue dragon on the top of the head, and when you touch it, you seem to be able to touch the coolness of the dragon scales on the dragon.

"Uh." Meng Ping was taken aback.

"What do you do with the frizzy." The appraiser was taken aback, and clutched his chest and accused.

"Do you know how much this painting is worth, and can you afford to break it?"

Meng Ping hurriedly apologized.

Wu Qu looked embarrassedly, this old Mr. Wang Zhuren is the chief appraiser of their company, he has a stubborn temper, he only likes to look at these antiques, and he never talks about the face of the guests. But in the end, it was for Meng Ping's painting, which would be said to annoy him, what should he do if he didn't sell it to himself.

He just wanted to go up and persuade a few words, but Meng Ping actually apologized twice, and then went to play with his mobile phone.

This made him a little incomprehensible.

"Brother Meng, this is really embarrassing, this master just loves these antiques, I apologize for him."

Wu Qu sat next to Meng Ping and said softly.

Meng Ping put away his mobile phone, pretended to be nothing, and said with a chuckle: "It's okay, Brother Wu, go get busy." ”

Wu Qu looked at him, it didn't look like he was lying, and he smiled and went to the two appraisers to watch.

Meng Ping took out his mobile phone and exclaimed just now, in fact, because the three dragons in front of him moved.

Three dragons, only with different colors on the top of their heads, swam around the surface of the phone, and he was sure that it wasn't some animation, they were alive!

A dragon seemed to be tired and swam a little slowly, Meng Ping reached over and stroked it gently.

The dragon scales are very tight and feel good to the touch.

The dragon felt Meng Ping's touch, and the three of them swam around his fingers.

Meng Ping could feel that they were in a mood, as if there was an invisible line that connected them.

The three dragons seemed to be competing for his favorite, frolicking, and the surface of the mobile phone was full of splashing water droplets.

Meng Ping was startled, looked up at the three people who were concentrating on the painting, hurriedly put the mobile phone to his mouth, and said softly:

"Ancestors, don't move."

He just wanted to put his phone away, but he saw that the three dragons were entangled, getting smaller and smaller, and finally became the logo of the supermarket, stopping at the back of the phone.

When I touched it again, it turned into an ordinary mobile phone.

Before he could take a closer look, Wu Qu walked over. Meng Ping still put away his phone and talked 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.

Meng Ping nodded.

"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 only 50 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 18 million, and it will definitely be more than this at that time. If you are short of money, I will advance 10 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.

"In this way, if you are sure that it is more than 18 million, brother, you can draw 18 million and buy it from me, so go to the auction, and give you the extra money."

It's not that Meng Ping is arrogant, but he just wants to see the money quickly.

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 a 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.