Dig a ton of gold

"A good deal?"

He Jianzhuang shook his head speechlessly.

Renting a car with two million dollars is not a good deal, right?

"Xiaoming, can I ask you, what business are you doing? How much money are you doing?" He Jianzhuang asked hesitantly.

When Ming Tan said: "It's nothing, just run errands casually."

Ok.

He ran here to collect money, ran there to collect money, and there was nothing else in business.

He Jianzhuang: "..."

Run errands casually?

Need to rent a business car worth more than seven million yuan?

Who is it?

But if he didn't say when Ming Ming, he couldn't ask questions.

"Uncle Jianzhuang, where are you going? How about going to my house with my dad?" Shi Ming asked.

It is almost ten o'clock now.

Can't delay any longer.

They must be sent home first.

As for the two women, Qin Liya and Jin Yuetong, they have already been arranged to the Fuerhaotai Hotel.

He Jianzhuang waved his hand and said, "No, there is a charity auction in Lin'an this morning. I heard that there are antique calligraphy and paintings for sale. I want to try my luck and see if I can see something good."

"what?"

When did Ming raise his eyebrows in surprise, and asked: "Uncle Jianzhuang is going to the charity auction too?"

He Jianzhuang nodded and said, "Do you also know about the charity auction?"

When Ming heard this, he suddenly smiled.

"Coincidentally, I am about to go, so let's go together." Shi Ming said directly.

He Jianzhuang nodded and asked: "This charity auction is all antique calligraphy and painting, do you know these too?"

"Understand a little bit, you must be far behind Uncle Jianzhuang! So I want to try my luck at the charity auction and see if I can win a big prize." Shi Ming said politely.

When He Jianzhuang heard this, he sighed: "Listen to what my uncle said, don't touch the line of antique calligraphy and painting. The water is too deep! You don't know what your uncle is like! If I had known it, I wouldn't have touched the antique industry if I was killed!"

"what?"

When was Ming surprised: "Uncle Jianzhuang, aren't you doing good antiques?"

"No way!"

He Jianzhuang shook his head and said, "The times are different! Five years ahead, the antiques business can be said to be hot, let alone when I entered the business! Picking up any leaks, it will last a lifetime, I don’t know. How many people are desperately drilling into the antique business!"

"Isn't that good?" Shi Ming asked.

"What a shit! Have you ever heard of anyone who makes a fortune with antiques? Nothing, right? Even the antiques industry is almost extinct! Why? Times are different, there are too many ways to make money! Especially recently Five years of the popularity of the Internet and the rise of Internet celebrities, no one loves beauty once the beauty is turned on, and my brother screams money! On the other hand, if you want to get started, you need at least ten years of training and full of risks. , Who wants to play?" He Jianzhuang sighed at this point.

When did Ming hear this, he nodded in agreement.

How fast is the pace of life now?

Who is willing to grind a sword for ten years and spend ten years studying in the antique industry?

Maybe it's hard to get out of the army until the end. The first thing to do is to be picked up by pickets and file a record at the police station!

What is it called?

After ten years of sharpening a sword, an iron sword is sharpened into a needle...

He Jianzhuang wiped his nose and continued: "Do you know the most annoying thing? It's a special counterfeiter! I have been in the antiques industry for more than 20 years, but I have been tricked by new fakes now. Stunned for a while! It's exactly the same as the real thing! I can't tell! It cost tens of thousands to take it down and go for an appraisal! It's worth 30! In this case, who is so stupid to engage in antiques? what?"

When Shi Ming looked at He Jianzhuang's appearance, he was speechless for a while.

Is it really that miserable to play antiques?

But it is possible to think about it.

Ten years ago, what kind of society was that?

What kind of society is it now?

It was fashionable to play antiques ten years ago.

In the current era, playing with antiques would destroy the national cultural relics, which is called a crime!

He Jianzhuang sighed: "I, I'm going to finish these two years, I will prepare a golden basin to wash my hands, and change my career completely."

At this time,

He Zhenmin suddenly said: "Jianzhuang, isn't your golden basin also fake?"

He Jianzhuang: "..."

When Ming saw this scene, he almost couldn't help laughing directly.

For the first time, he discovered that his own old man would still be heartbroken!

And it's still critical damage!

"Uncle Jianzhuang, why are you still participating in antique auctions?" Shi Ming changed the subject.

He was afraid that his father would say something piercing.

He Jianzhuang took a deep breath and said: "I saw a picture on the Internet that is good. It is said to be a master-level handwriting, and the starting price is only one yuan. If it can be taken down, it may be a steady profit!"

When to call: "???" Grandmaster level characters?"

He was speechless.

Why did Baidu come for his writing?

"Yes indeed!"

He Jianzhuang nodded and said, "Grandmaster-level calligraphy, this is the top calligraphy in China! Originally, what I was looking for was the copy of the preface of the Lanting Pavilion, but the price was not cheap, so I retreated and asked for it and prepared to ask for it !"

When did he cough dryly and said: "Well, then I wish Uncle Jianbo you will be successful!"

"Oh... let's talk about it, I don't know if it can be won, if it is too expensive, forget it! What are you going to buy?" He Jianzhuang sighed.

When Ming Tan Shou said: "I will take a look."

quickly,

The Dorsett Hotel is here.

Shi Ming glanced at the time, and it was almost five minutes before eleven.

This charity auction was held in the conference hall of the Dorsett Grand Hotel. Two security guards stood at the entrance of the conference hall.

When Ming arrived, Liang Qingping was standing at the door.

Seeing Liang Qingping, He Jianzhuang suddenly looked surprised: "Isn't this President Liang? What is he doing here?"

"Do you know him?" When Ming asked suspiciously.

"Of course I know! The president of Lin'an Calligraphy Association! We make antiques, and some of them need to be appraised by his hands! But what is he doing here? He seems to be waiting for someone?" He Jianzhuang said.

The voice just fell,

Liang Qingping saw them.

Immediately afterwards,

In Liang Qingping's panicked eyes, Liang Qingping walked straight towards them.

then,

Standing in front of Shiming Ming, his expression respectfully said: "Mr. He, you are finally here."

He Jianzhuang was dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

Damn it!

When did Liang Qingping call?

Shi Ming nodded and said, "Go in first."

Finished,

He greeted He Zhenmin and He Jianzhuang, and walked inside.

He Jianzhuang stood there alone with a dazed expression on his face, as if he had seen something incredible in this world.

In the auction, many people have been seated.

When Ming and others found a place to sit down and looked on the stage.

The host of this auction has also been on stage. This person is the vice president of the Lin'an Charity Association. A man in his fifties named Xiang Hailiang is on stage talking about the meaning and rules of this auction.

However, it was nothing more than the floods in the South. The Charity Society responded to the call of the country and collected a batch of donated antique calligraphy and paintings for auction, and then all the auction proceeds would be donated to the disaster-stricken areas in the South.