Chen Yang just wanted to ask who the old man was, and when he heard the announcement that the appreciation conference was about to start, Boss Song pulled Chen Yang to the other side, and told Chen Yang what happened to him and Yang Qinian just now.

"It seems that Yang Qinian is really prepared this time," Chen Yang said as he walked, "Boss Song, don't worry, with your strength, I don't think it will be a problem to deal with him." ”

"Brother Chen, you really underestimate the antique circle," Boss Song shook his head with a wry smile, "Who in this circle can be clean and have no grudges with others?" I'm afraid that Yang Qinian will unite with others to watch my jokes together! ”

Soon the two came to a relatively small exhibition hall, and when they entered the door, they saw a very long table, on which these antique dealers had brought the antiques they had brought.

Of course, I don't know what you brought yet, but there will be someone in charge of taking them out one by one for everyone to appreciate.

In the middle is a round conference table, with name cards in front of each chair, where only well-known people in the industry can sit and participate in the discussion, and those who are not famous like Chen Yang can only sit in the back and watch.

Song Qingyun's seat is next to the position of Dong Pingchuan, president of the Jiangcheng Antiques Chamber of Commerce, Dong Pingchuan is not only the president of the Antiques Chamber of Commerce, but also the president of the Jiangcheng Collectors Association, the minister of Jiangcheng Culture, and the representative of the Jiangcheng cultural circle.

"Everyone, we are all old friends, and it is rare for us in the Jiangcheng antique industry to gather together today." Dong Pingchuan picked up the microphone placed in front of him and began to speak.

"What's even more rare is that today's Jiangcheng Appreciation Conference invited three well-known people in our capital's antique industry, Feng Jingting, Song Kaiyuan and Zhu Yujie, let us applaud and welcome!"

As Dong Pingchuan's voice fell, two men and a woman walked out from behind, probably in their fifties, and Chen Yang saw the old man chatting with him at a glance.

Good guy, it turns out that this old guy is from Kyoto, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person. Chen Yang sat down, pursing the corners of his mouth and smiling.

Feng Jingting is an old man with a well-proportioned figure and gray hair, Zhu Yujie has his hair on his head, a dignified cheongsam, antique, compared with these two, Song Kaiyuan is a big horse golden knife, where to sit, it doesn't look like playing antiques.

After a few polite moments, the conference officially began. It's just that everyone is touting each other and saying that they are expressing their views and suggestions on the current antique market and market.

Chen Yang who listened was about to fall asleep, and when Chen Yang yawned continuously,

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