Shenhao started as a rent collector

Chapter 339
Not too much!
Not too much!
Zhang Mu just smiled and didn't point out.

Just to introduce some business to the fortune teller.

"It's hard to say the specific stall, but the stall owner is part-time fortune teller. When you get to the place, you can find it easily once you inquire."

"Thanks!"

Lao Li and Wang clasped their fists together.

Then everyone found an excuse to skip work and run away.

"My son is getting married, I have to hurry up and get ready."

"It's a coincidence, your son's marriage partner is my daughter, let's go, father-in-law, let's go together."

"Since your son and daughter are getting married, I must go to accompany the ceremony."

"Yes, yes, follow the ceremony!"

……

Antique Street!

The fortune-teller cleaned up and prepared to go home for dinner.

Just at this moment, a large black crowd rushed forward.

I was so scared that the fortune teller almost got prostate inflammation.

"You, were you sent by Zhang Mazi, or Li Laizi?"

In fact, whether it is Zhang Mazi or Li Laizi, I am afraid that this one will be more or less ominous.

Because the old man peeked at Zhang Mazi's eighty-something mother taking a bath.

Also played Jill, the two-year-old grandson of Cripple Lee.

Can those two let him go?
If he doesn't beat the shit out, he will eat it clean!

But fortunately——

This big wave came, and it was an auction company employee who came to pick up the leak.

"Master, we don't know Mazi Zhang and Lame Li. We were introduced by others."

"Is there a young man who is a little bit more handsome than me this morning and bought a pair of [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival] at your booth?"

The fortune-teller was taken aback for a moment, and said in a tangled voice, "Not only is he a little more handsome than you, is he?"

Old Wang; "..."

I was offended~
"Master, these are not important, just tell me, is there a young man who bought a pair of [Along the River During the Qingming Festival] at your booth this morning."

"Yeah, what's the matter, doesn't that young man want to return the product?"

"Let me tell you, once the goods leave the booth, they will not be returned or exchanged. This is the rule of Antique Street."

A good sentence will not be returned or exchanged once you leave the booth.

Isn't this as tricky as a bank?

Simply shameless!
But these guys are all here to pick up the leak.

Who the hell is going to give you a refund?

As long as the stall owner does not go back on his word.

"Master, we are not here to return the goods, but to buy antiques."

what?
To buy antiques?
The fortune-teller became excited in an instant.

"Young man, you really have a vision. You have come to buy antiques. You have come to the right place."

"Come, come, pick whatever you want."

"The ones here are [-] the same, and the ones over there are [-] the same. If you buy more, there will be a discount."

Everyone: "????"

The corners of his mouth twitched again and again.

eighty?

sixty?

Good guy!
Hundreds of millions of famous paintings, dozens of dollars to steal!
TV shows don't dare to act like this, right?

"Grandpa, let's not talk about it, we'll round up the antiques at your booth."

"Yes, it's round!"

"Okay, okay!" The fortune-teller laughed from ear to ear, stepped aside, and secretly made a phone call to the wholesale company.

"Hey, Lao Lin, just for the last batch of goods, send me two more cars over here, the speed must be fast!"

Lao Lin laughed funny, "Oh, old Huangtou, the business is fine!"

"It's okay~"

"It's just that there are too many fools."

"The goods are not enough to sell!"

"Hurry up~"

……

On the other hand, the boss of Changnan Auction Company was out socializing.

His chubby face looked sad like a castrated boar.

The most important auction of the year is coming soon, but his company has not yet had a finale auction that can be sold, and it might become a joke in the industry.

Tremendous stress!
So, recently, he has been socializing outside.

Wine, drink one cup at a time.

The hair fell out in handfuls.

I hope a good boss can help me.

Unfortunately--

There are many people who are the icing on the cake.

But none of the bosses who give charcoal in the snow!
vomit~
No, I drank and vomited again at noon.

Hiding in the bathroom, hugging the toilet and crying quietly.

Just then, the phone rang.

The secretary brings exciting news.

Someone from the company brought a copy of Zhao Mengfu's version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

Mr. Zheng has already appraised it, starting with a conservative estimate of [-] million!
What?

The boss didn't recover all of a sudden, he just felt that his blood pressure was a little high.

The secretary repeated it again.

beep~
The phone hung up immediately!

I saw that the boss changed from a castrated boar to a vigorous wild boar, rushed out of the bathroom, and rushed back to the company with the fastest speed.

Two 10 minutes and 35 seconds!
The boss rushed into the company gate recklessly.

One failed to stop the car and almost knocked over the wall of the front desk.

But he didn't care about the painful body bones at all, and rushed to the appraisal table, wow, crying on the spot.

The long-standing pressure and grievances were finally released at this moment.

howling!

Crying like a 200-pound child.

Zhang Mu: "?????"

Feel the need to reconsider.

Do you really want to put [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival] in this company's bidding?

I have a vague feeling that it doesn't seem very reliable?
Unexpectedly, the next second.

"Little brother, you are my reborn parents."

The boss slipped to his knees and rushed over to hug Zhang Mu's thigh.

"You must put the painting in our company's auction, and I will give you a free handling fee."

"In addition, you can rest assured that I will use all the company's publicity methods to attract super collectors from all over the country to bid for it."

"I am confident that the auction price of this [Along the River During the Qingming Festival] will set a new record in the industry."

Zhang Mu froze in place for an instant, it was the first time a big man hugged his thigh like this.

"All right, all right, I trust you."

"I'll put the painting up for auction in your company."

yeah!

The boss knelt again to celebrate.

The next step is to go through the process of turning shots.

Zhang Mu and Changnan Auction Company drew up an entrustment agreement, promising not to charge any handling fees, and at the same time, the boss also gave a guaranteed price:
3.5 billion!
That is to say, if the final transaction price of this [Surfing the River During the Qingming Festival] exceeds 3.5 million, it will be as much as it is.

But if there is an accident, the final transaction price will not exceed 3.5 million.

Then Changnan Auction Company still has to transfer the price of 3.5 million to Zhang Mu's bank account.

In short, earn at least 3.5 million!

3.5 small goals~
Straight to life winner!
"Little brother, if you think there is no problem, just sign it."

The boss smiled and handed the contract to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu didn't even look at it, just signed on it, and then casually put the contract into the sack used to pick up empty bottles.

Everyone: "????"

A contract of more than [-] million yuan, why don't you just sign it without even looking at it?

In addition, if other people get a contract of more than [-] million yuan, they will definitely want to lock it in the safe and then sleep with the safe in their arms.

In the end, you just randomly put it in the sack for picking up tatters?

Brother, are you serious?

(End of this chapter)