Harbin City.

Wang Yuan's knowledge of paintings is very limited, and it can be said that he does not even have a dime.

But he doesn't know how to look at paintings, but he can look at people.

Through his keen observation, the demeanor and demeanor of the old man who sells paintings do not seem to be fake, and it would be great if the other party's demeanor was really fake.

There is no rehearsal, it is enough to go through it with a fake and real super long shot, and it is simply a god-like character.

So Wang Yuan finally decided to buy the painting.

"6,000 bucks, huh? You wait a minute, I'll get you the money. Wang Yuan asked Aunt Xue to stay here, and then he went out directly.

"The Sword Comes"

The old man looked at the back of Wang Yuan leaving, and said curiously: "Where did he go to get the money?" Can he really come up with 6,000 dollars? ”

It turned out that the old man didn't believe that Wang Yuan could take out 6,000 yuan.

Aunt Xue took the painting and instantly wanted to laugh: "Don't worry, old man, a mere 6,000 yuan is nothing to my friend, let's wait a while and he will come back."

"It's so rich, I would have had more money if I knew it."

The old man glanced at the painting in Aunt Xue's hand, and muttered with pity on his face, if this kind of precious painting is sold, I am afraid that it will not be able to be found in this life.

Aunt Xue rolled her eyes, and then took two steps back with the painting without a trace, she was really a little afraid that the old man would snatch the painting back and then sell it at a higher price.

Suddenly.

A young girl's voice sounded in the house: "Grandpa, I'm hungry~"

Then the curtain hanging on the door of the house was lifted, and a little girl who had just woken up came out, rubbing her eyes with her little hands as she went.

She had a long yellow face and thin muscles, and her hair was dry and yellow, apparently long-term malnutrition.

Aunt Xue couldn't help but feel a little distressed, frowned and said, "Why does this child look like this?"

The old man sighed, muddy old tears rolled in his eyes, if it wasn't really to the point of last resort, he would never sell Tang Bohu's paintings:

"The child's mother hanged herself, her father is fooling around, hey~ This child hasn't eaten for more than a day."

……

Wang Yuan walked around outside, and when he came back, he had a dilapidated leather bag in his hand.

"The 6,000 yuan you wanted, old man, I didn't give you the whole kind of new tickets of 100 yuan, they are all old tickets." Wang Yuan put the leather bag on the table, opened it and took out 6 stacks of unity from inside.

Each pile of great unity was tied with a thin rope, and the whole six piles made the old man's eyes shine, and he hadn't seen a 10 yuan ticket for a long, long time.

Suddenly, seeing so much unity, a feeling of making a fortune hit my heart, and the sadness of selling the ancient paintings in an instant was washed away a lot.

"Grandpa, that's a lot of money."

"Yes, grandpa will take you to dinner later." The old man glanced at Wang Yuan, then spit a little on his fingers, and began to patiently count the pile of money.

He counted it very carefully, for fear that there would be one less one in it.

Wang Yuan smiled and didn't care, the amount of money was right, so he wasn't afraid of the other party's inventory at all.

At this time, Aunt Xue came to Wang Yuan and said something to him, and Wang Yuan also took pity on the child's experience, so he left the house again.

The old man glanced up at Wang Yuan and found that the latter had not taken the painting, and after the painting was still in Aunt Xue's hands, he didn't care about it, and continued to bow his head and count the money.

"Huh? How many did I just count? Forget it, count it again. ”

"Old man, why don't I count it for you." Aunt Xue has a black line on her face, and there are a lot of 6 dollars in total.

"No, no, I can count it myself, can I trust you if you are in the same group as him?"

"Hey, you old man! Okay, okay, count it yourself. ”

When Wang Yuan came back, he carried 5 meat buns and two strings of sugar gourds in his hand, and the old man who sold sugar gourds was the one Wang Yuan met before, and this time he gave the money.

"Goo Dong~"

The little girl raised her chin slightly, inhaling the fragrance in the air, especially the two strings of red and bright sugar gourds, which made her saliva secretion accelerated, and she couldn't help swallowing saliva.

She vaguely remembered that she had eaten sugar gourd once in her life, and that was what her mother bought for her before she hanged herself.

The sweetness of the sugar gourd and her mother's smile were deeply imprinted in her mind, so when she saw the sugar gourd, she couldn't help but think of her mother, and tears rolled in her eyes in an instant.

Wang Yuan thought that the child was going to cry hungry, so he directly handed her the meat bun and sugar gourd.

"Eat, eat, eat, it's all for you."

The little girl took the thing, glanced back at her grandfather, and found that the old man had no objection and hurriedly ate it, and tears came out of her eyes at this moment.

Tears slid down her cheeks, flowed onto the meat bun, and finally she ate it into her mouth, and she felt a little bitter instantly.

The old man said distressed while counting the money:

"Don't cry, don't cry, I won't let you starve again."

"Uh-huh."

The little girl nodded loudly, but what she thought in her heart was - mother will never come back, forever and ever.

The old man counted 6,000 yuan and found that it was a lot, plus Wang Yuan paid out of his pocket to buy food for the little girl, so his attitude towards Wang Yuan was much better.

Wang Yuan was very curious about the experience of the old man's family, the old man's surname was Sima, and his single name was the word "Hai", he sighed:

"My ancestors were businessmen in the Qing Dynasty, rich and rich, and my friends were all characters like Lord Belle, and the scenery was infinite...... Then it declined.

My wife left early, the child is not a child, and a good family has become like this, hey, it's really a sin. ”

Wang Yuan didn't ask any more questions, and left directly with Aunt Xue.

Who knew that as soon as Wang Yuan and the two of them left, Sima Hai's old man's son "Sima Bing" came back with a group of people.

Sima Bing looked very thin, a gray coat looked loose on his body, and he stood at the door flatteringly to a white man behind him:

"Mr. Liam, my family lives here, and that painting of Tang Bohu is hidden in my cupboard."

Liam was a short white man with slender eyes, and he was very excited at the moment.

The port city is already preparing for a Chinese antique auction, and Tang Bohu's paintings are definitely famous products that can arouse the competition of countless Chinese billionaires!

It is likely to fetch millions of dollars!

So as long as you can buy this painting, you can definitely make a lot of money.

"Lead the way."

"Well, let's make sure again, are you really willing to spend 4,000 yuan on this painting??" Sima Bing's throat was dry, obviously still a little incredulous, he was afraid that the other party was playing with him.

People's cognition is related to their own experience, there are limitations, Sima Bing thinks that even if a painting is good, how high can the price be?

After all, you can't eat it, and it's useless.

It's worth a few hundred dollars at most.

Liam has been coming to China for several years and is fluent in Chinese, and he said with annoyance: "Of course it's true, as long as the painting is real, I will give you money immediately!"

"Okay, then let's go in, I hope my father's old antique is not at home, otherwise it will not be worth selling his life to fight with me......"

When everyone entered the house, they naturally did not receive any goods.

Knowing that the painting had been sold by the old man, Sima Bing made a big fuss in an instant, smashing many things in the house, and the noise and the child's crying were even heard clearly by the neighbors, and finally the neighbors called the police.

Liam knew that his identity was unlikable, so he left with the person.

After returning to the hotel where he stayed, the other younger brothers dispersed, leaving only two men, one fat and one thin, in the room.

Liam glanced at them dissatisfied: "Why hasn't Su Shi's painting been obtained yet!?" Rubbish! Get lost! ”

"Yes, yes~"

The two men, one fat and one thin, didn't dare to fight back when they were scolded, so they turned around and wanted to go outside.

As a result, as soon as they reached the door, Liam stopped them again: "Don't look for Su Shi's painting first, look for Tang Bohu's painting first!"

"Understood, we understood."

The fat and thin duo withdrew from the room with their heads down, and snapped~ After closing the door, the two went downstairs with gloomy faces.

The atmosphere was dull and depressing, and in the end, the fat man spoke in a low voice:

"I'm so fucking angry, this turtle grandson knows how to scold the two of us, and if he provokes me, I will do it directly! Dig a pit and bury it, and no one can find it. Did Britain always beat us back then? Let's take revenge on our ancestors. ”

The thin man looked shocked, as if he had reacquainted himself with the fat man:

"Fatty, do you still have this awareness?"

What do you say...... Every time you slaughter dogs, have you ever heard of it? ”

……

By the time Liam's people found Aunt Xue, Wang Yuan had already left Harbin City and set off to Jinmen to buy goods, so there was no intensification of conflict for the time being.

In Jinmen, Wang Yuan directly found the "Ma Xiaolei" director of the garment factory, who had a big brain, wore a pair of thick glasses, and his hair was about to fall out.

The two sides have cooperated many times, and the director of the horse factory has not earned much from him, so the relationship between the two sides has become more and more familiar.

In the private room of a restaurant, Wang Yuan invited Director Ma to dinner.

There were all kinds of delicacies on the table, but the attention of the two was mainly on what they were talking about.

"Uncle Ma, this time it's going to be troublesome, I want to buy more flower skirts worn by women, as well as foreign women's leather shoes, sandals and so on."

"Are women's clothes really good to sell?"

"Of course it is, let the old man spend more than 100 yuan to buy a dress, he is afraid that he will die of distress, and ...... Well? Uncle Ma, you are the director of the garment factory, you should know the sales gap between women's clothing and men's clothing? ”

Wang Yuan sat on the right side of the director of the horse factory, and his eyes were always unconsciously attracted by the other party's brain.

He wore a tailor-made Mao suit, high-end leather shoes, combed his oily hair, and handled it with care, full of confidence between his eyebrows and eyes.

It doesn't look like a farmer at all, but it does look like the offspring of some big man.

Quite bluffing!

Although it is often said that people should not be good-looking, in most cases, they will still judge people by their appearance.

In this era, the number of swindlers was still relatively small, and Wang Yuan was indeed "powerful" enough to transport a large number of goods back to the Northeast and sell them all.

And when Wang Yuan talks about the current situation, he can always express his opinions with reason.

Therefore, Director Ma was "convinced" of Wang Yuan's huge background, but he became more and more polite to him.

"Don't hide it from Xiaoyuan, I have really seen that there is not much gap between the sales of women's clothing and men's clothing."

"Ah......h Maybe it's because our traditional women's clothing is too ugly, and women don't have the desire to buy it. Wang Yuan raised the Moutai bottle to pour wine for the director of the Ma factory, who hurriedly held the wine glass with his hand.

"My suggestion is to learn more about foreign countries, or learn the clothes worn by the nobles and ladies of the Republic of China, the country is open, and many people are curious about new things from outside, and then start to try, and the same is true for clothes."

Wang Yuan sandwiched a quick dish and ate it:

"But foreign workers are expensive, materials are expensive, and shipping costs are expensive, so the clothes imported from foreign countries are very expensive, and ordinary women can't afford to wear them, so we can produce them ourselves."

"Make it yourself...... Can the style be made? And it's better not to do the same thing as someone else's does. ”

"We can design the style ourselves, and then we can't hold a design competition, whoever designs the clothes that wins the championship will be rewarded with 100 yuan, the runner-up will be rewarded with 50 yuan, and the third runner-up will be rewarded with 20 yuan......

It's man-made, as long as you want to do it, it's not that difficult, but then you have to say that dozens of dollars are very attractive to ordinary people, after all, ordinary people are very poor. ”

Wang Yuan's words seemed to be a little arrogant, but the more arrogant he was, the more worthy of his identity, he cowered, looking forward and backward, and others knew at a glance that it was not from the family of a big man.

"By the way, you can also have a whole middle school student fashion design competition, which student will give a certificate, a trophy, a notebook, a pen, and a pencil case if he wins the championship......

This is also to allow students to develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and labor in an all-round way, so that students can better be the successors of our country. ”

"Smack!"

Director Ma suddenly slapped the table and startled Wang Yuan, and he stood up directly excitedly: "Xiaoyuan, what you said is so right!" That's it!

What did you think about this head, why didn't I think of it!? ”

What Wang Yuan didn't know was that Director Ma got the news that the grandson of a certain big man was a middle school student in Jinmen, so if he also participated...... The ladder of life is there, and who wouldn't want to take one more step up?

Besides, the whole large-scale competition, there is a high probability that it can enter the eyes of the city leaders, which is also a plus.

"Uncle Ma, if you think I'm right, it's okay."

"That's right, come and tell me what you think." Director Ma sighed in his heart that the children from high-ranking official families are brains, which are far from being comparable to ordinary people.

Wang Yuan didn't reserve it, and said all his inner thoughts, and many ideas made Uncle Ma refreshing and appreciative.

It was already 3 o'clock after the meal, and Wang Yuan wanted to go directly to the warehouse in the suburbs to pick up the goods, but Director Ma still wanted to hear more about his thoughts, so he pulled him with a begging face and didn't let him go.

"Xiaoyuan, why are you in a hurry with the child? Let's go, Uncle will take you to the bath to take a bath, and the bubble bath will be comfortable. Director Ma smiled pointedly: "And there are a lot of beautiful women over there."

"Ahem."

Wang Yuan didn't shirk the past after all, and when he went to the warehouse in the suburbs to pick up the goods, it was already more than 10 o'clock in the morning the next day.

Boom~

There are small pulleys installed under the door, and two workers in labor clothes push the tall warehouse door open one left and one right, and the pulleys under the door instantly rub against the ground and make a screeching sound.

Squeak squeak~~

When I jumped into the warehouse, I saw that a large number of packages had been stacked together, with a total height of more than ten meters, which looked very spectacular.

"Xiaoyuan, you inspect the goods, these are all goods prepared according to your requirements, what our garment factory can produce is produced by our factory, and what cannot be produced is transferred from the brother factory."

Director Ma walked on Wang Yuan's right side with his hands behind his back and the general's belly, his oily face was full of smiles, and it really took him a lot of thought to be able to prepare so many goods.

For example, some of the clothes and shoes that are in demand are selling very quickly and are very sought-after, and even orders are scheduled for a few months.

Of course, with so many goods, the director of the horse factory can also make a lot of money himself - because he can make money, the enthusiasm of the director of the horse factory is also very high.

Wang Yuan did not pretend to be polite, and directly asked the workers to randomly select the package to open, and then began to sample the goods.

With so many clothes, shoes, etc., it is naturally impossible to carefully inspect them one by one, so they can only take the method of random inspection.

As for defective products - there must be defective products with so many goods, but as long as the quantity is within a reasonable range, there is no problem.

The sampling work lasted for nearly two hours, there was no problem, and then after locking the door, everyone went to eat together, and at the dining table, the director of the Ma factory also asked Wang Yuan with concern:

"Xiaoyuan, don't you really need me to help you contact workers to move the goods?"

"Thank you Uncle Ma for your kindness, but I really don't need it."

"Okay then."

Although the director of the Ma factory was also a little curious about where Wang Yuan was going to hire so many workers to transport the goods, he also had something to do, so he didn't bother with it.

After sending off the director of the Ma factory, Wang Yuan stayed outside until late at night, and then put all the goods in the warehouse into the space.

"Having space is convenient."

Wang Yuan did not stop at Jinmen any longer, and went directly to Yanjing by train.

When he arrived in Yanjing, it was still early in the morning, and there were stars blinking in the sky, and the crescent moon was bent like a hook.

Thin clouds floated, and occasionally the moonlight was obscured.

"Hiss~ It's so cold at night, and the streets are not as bustling as in later generations, and there are no people at all."

Wang Yuan walked on the street with his arms bent, and walked a long way to find a hotel.

"Young man, young man, don't leave first, you can deal with my rest room first, and I will only charge you 4 yuan!"

The aunt guarding the front desk stopped Wang Yuan, and said with a look of concern for Wang Yuan:

"The nearby hotels are all full, if you want to find a hotel where you can stay, I'm afraid you will have to walk a long, long way, so let's deal with it here for a while, it's not too early."

Wang Yuan hesitated for a moment, but was finally moved by what the aunt said.

Besides, he is sleepy and tired now, and it is really a crime of the boss to go on, not to mention that he is not short of those few dollars.

After giving the aunt 4 yuan, Wang Yuan directly checked into her rest room, and the sleepiness on the single bed soon hit, and Wang Yuan fell asleep deeply.

When he woke up again, the sun was shining through the window, and he squinted and looked up at his watch, to find that it was almost 10 a.m.