The door-to-door son-in-law of the stunning female president

He greeted his mother and ran out of the house in a hurry.

"What's wrong with this? It's so hot, it's burning my ass!"

Looking at Zhuo Ran who left in a hurry, Gao Xinren couldn't help talking to himself.

I also began to calculate in my heart, my body has also started to improve slowly, and it is almost nothing serious.

Now that there is nothing wrong with my body, I have to go out and do something. I can't just tire my son alone.

I took a taxi directly to Antique Street, and ran towards Ruixiangzhai quickly.

"Ouch..."

As a result, I accidentally bumped into a middle-aged man, Zhuo Ran hurriedly apologized, and helped the middle-aged man up, "I'm really sorry, I'm in a hurry, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" have a look!"

Although the middle-aged man had a displeased face, when Zhuo Ran said this, the anger in his heart also dissipated. He waved his hand at Zhuo Ran and said, "I'm fine!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out his schoolbag, opened it, and took out the porcelain vase, which was carefully wrapped in a large pile of newspapers and covered with black paint. After checking it, he was relieved to find that there was no problem.

Zhuo Ran was immediately attracted by the porcelain vase, and under the red gilt pupils, he had already seen what was wrapped under the black lacquer.

"As long as it's not broken! This is my family heirloom!"

The middle-aged man put away the porcelain bottle while talking, "Young man, as long as nothing is broken, you don't have to worry too much about me!"

"Your porcelain vase is not bad, can you show me?" Zhuo Ran tentatively asked the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man heard Zhuo Ran's words, he immediately looked at Zhuo Ran and said, "What's the matter, little brother, are you interested in my porcelain vase?"

"I just think it's pretty, can you show me?"

In the antique business, one must not tell the truth, especially not to make people feel that his things are good things.

"Are you planning to sell this thing?"

The middle-aged man was quite happy, and he handed the porcelain bottle to Zhuo Ran carefully, and said at the same time: "My son is getting married, but he needs too much money, I can't get it out for a while, so I can only get this family heirloom After selling it, I thought it would be worth hundreds of thousands! In the end, people said that this thing of mine is fake and worthless!"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man was obviously a little angry. After he came, he visited four or five stores, just wanting to make a move, but in the end he was too busy, and his nose was ashamed.

"Those people definitely don't know what to buy. I heard from my grandfather that I had this thing when he was a grandfather. It must not be cheap!" The middle-aged man said with certainty.

Zhuo Ran took the porcelain bottle and read it carefully. After careful observation, he could confirm the answer in his mind.

"The thing is good, it should be an old object, but your paint is really a bit too unfortunate, it can't tell what age it is at all! No one can be sure if it is a treasure or not!"

It's true that others can't see it, but he can.

After the middle-aged man heard this, his complexion became a little ugly, and he also started to feel a little disappointed.

"I'm not sure what year it is, but I look pretty, so just take it as my favor. If you give me a fair and cheaper price, how about I accept it?"

Zhuo Ran spoke with discretion.

"If you ask too much, forget it!"

Ugly words are up front, and it is also not giving middle-aged people the opportunity to ask for prices.

Besides, this is not Zhuo Ran's deceit. If there is no Chiliu Tong, Zhuo Ran will not regard this thing as a good thing, and it will only cost a few thousand yuan at most.

It is Zhuoran who endowed him with special value, and it has value.

"20..." The middle-aged man spoke directly.

Hearing this, Zhuo Ran couldn't help laughing, handed the porcelain vase to the middle-aged man, and said, "For your price, you should go to another place to have a look!"

Without a little nostalgia, he turned around and left with great determination.

"Little brother, wait..."

Sure enough, the middle-aged man thought the same thing in Zhuo Ran's heart, and hurried over to stop Zhuo Ran, "The price can be negotiated, and you can make a price too!"

"At most 8 yuan, nothing more!"

The middle-aged man's face was very ugly, and he said to Zhuo Ran: "Little brother, 8 yuan is too little for you, isn't it? You have to add a little more! Do you think 15 yuan is okay?"

"10 yuan, if it doesn't work, I'll leave, I have something to do over there!"

Seeing Zhuo Ran's impatience, the middle-aged man was also pressured in a disguised form.

"I still have something to do, I'll go first!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was indecisive, Zhuo Ran of course wanted to crush the camel to death with a handful of straws.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly pulled Zhuo Ran back, "Okay, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand!"

Zhuo Ran didn't talk nonsense, he directly transferred the money from the bank, drafted a transfer contract, and signed it quickly.

After all, it turned out that during his internship, Zhuo Ran did most of his work by drafting transfer contracts, which were absolutely legally beneficial.

After receiving the money, the middle-aged man was very satisfied, and left happily without any bags.

Zhuo Ran quickly wrapped the porcelain bottle, stuffed it into the backpack, and hurried to Ruixiangzhai.

Sitting next to Ma Jun, a heroic young man in Ruixiangzhai had an extraordinary bearing, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

The young man's name is Yan Yuxing, and he is the son of Yan Xuxiang, the boss of Zheng Xing, a top-notch prince of Bohai.

A painting of Tang Bohu was placed on the rosewood table in front of the two of them.

"I'm sorry Brother Ma is late and kept you waiting for so long!"

Zhuo Ran ran into Ruixiangzhai with his backpack in hand, and saw the two hurriedly apologize.

Seeing Zhuo Ran, especially seeing how young Zhuo Ran was, Yan Yuxing couldn't help but said to Ma Jun next to him: "Brother Ma, this is your friend? Isn't this too young?"

In the business of antiques, those with eyesight must be old, and there are hardly many young people with eyesight, after all, they have seen very little of the world.

"Come here, hurry up and serve good tea!"

Ma Jun called out to the clerk at the side, beckoned Zhuo Ran to sit down, and introduced Zhuo Ran and Yan Yuxing to each other, and the two were considered to know each other.

"Take a look and see if it's Tang Bohu's authentic painting?" Ma Jun pushed the painting in front of Zhuo Ran.

Zhuo Ran glanced at it, looked at Ma Jun with a smile, and asked, "Brother Ma, are you trying to test me?"

Seeing Zhuo Ran's confident appearance, Ma Jun was also a little surprised, "What? Don't keep eyeing!?"

"I don't think there is any need to continue reading. There are not many problems with the painting, and the processing is very good, but this painting is fake, and the paper is wrong!"

As he spoke, he pushed the painting in front of Ma Jun.

"Do you understand? Call it fake without even reading it?"

Yan Yuxing was immediately unhappy when he heard this, because he spent a total of 5000 million to get it.

That person himself often buys things from him, and they are all true and honest, and there is absolutely no problem, and they have repeatedly guaranteed that they are absolutely true.

In contrast, he believed in the person who sold the painting even more. Besides, Zhuo Ran was so young, so he probably didn't understand anything.

He couldn't figure out why Ma Jun valued Zhuoran so much!