Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 27 The Weird Screen
At ten o'clock in the morning, in the Liangma Collectibles Market, more and more people are selling, buying or just hanging out.

Doing business requires harmony to make money, so whether it is a small business vendor setting up a stall in a large shed, or a well-decorated second-floor door, the shopkeeper or a shop assistant, they all have a smile on their face and welcome visitors from all over the world.

However, there are exceptions, just like in the Hengxing Antique Store at this time, the smell of gunpowder, which was ignited at a single touch, became stronger and stronger.

Song Zhong was aggressive, standing sideways in front of Shen Yunfeng, and said with a sneer, "Why, do you not understand people's words, or do you feel that you are so wronged that you don't want to kowtow to admit your mistake?"

When Song Zhong rushed over to teach Shen Yunfeng a lesson, Song Yijiang was a little tangled in his heart, wondering whether to pull his nephew away.

After all, the status of Song Zhong and Shen Yunfeng has changed now, Song Zhong as an apprentice can't use this kind of teaching tone to say appraiser Shen Yunfeng.

However, when he thought that Shen Yunfeng, who was an apprentice, was now on an equal footing with him as an appraiser just because he missed the appraisal of the porcelain plate, Song Yijiang's desire to endure changed.

Anyway, I received a message from Liang Jinyan last night saying that he had something to do and would not come today, so since the boss is not around, he might as well use Song Zhong's hand to teach this ignorant Shen Yunfeng a lesson.

Song Yijiang also drew up a remedial measure in his mind. If Song Zhong's scolding of Shen Yunfeng reached Liang Jinyan's ears, he would say that the two had argued over the provenance of an antique.

Having made up his mind, Song Yijiang, with a calm expression on his face, sat silently on a chair near the door, drinking tea slowly, watching his nephew Song Zhong stand in for him calmly.

After a few glances, Song Yijiang frowned involuntarily.

He suddenly discovered that there was a height difference of nearly twenty centimeters between his nephew Song Zhong and Shen Yunfeng.Therefore, even if you put on a domineering posture, you have to hold your head up when you speak.

The aggressive Song Zhong looked up at Shen Yunfeng who had a calm face.

This is a very weird picture!

Because, from Song Yijiang's point of view, he looked like an ungrateful dwarf trying to challenge an arrogant giant.

Shen Yunfeng looked at the domineering Song Zhong indifferently, and couldn't help laughing when he heard him say the words to ask him to kneel down and beg Song Yijiang for mercy.

At the same time, he glanced at the door.

Coincidentally, the gaze collided with Song Yijiang, whose expression was vacillating.

Divide at the touch of a button!
Song Yijiang frowned, avoiding Shen Yunfeng's gaze, and lowered his head to drink tea.

"Master Song, are you going to sit and watch the show all this time, or do you want to reach out and pull your nephew who is about to fall into the fire pit?"

Shen Yunfeng half-smiled, "Song Zhong, I reminded you just now, but it's a pity that you couldn't listen."

"Now, your own uncle is misfortune, and wants to use the hand of you, an insignificant apprentice, to fight against me, an appraiser. If you think your brain is big enough, you should weigh it carefully. If the boss knows today What happens, what decisions will be made?"

"What decision will be made?"

Song Zhong wasn't tall enough to get along, so he waved his hands with a smile and said, "Just to save my uncle's face, Boss Liang will definitely fire you immediately."

In the middle of speaking, the stern voice stopped abruptly, and the arrogant and domineering expression suddenly disappeared from Song Zhong's face, replaced by a tongue-tied expression.

"Song Zhong, you didn't hear me wrong, and I didn't say it wrong." Shen Yunfeng gently bumped away Song Zhong who was lying in front of him, and walked back to the counter, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Master Song now, your uncle If so, you shouldn't doubt it, right?"

After saying that, he cast a playful smile at Song Yijiang, raised his hand and took out a box from the cabinet, opened it, and looked at the blue and white porcelain bottle inside.

It is useless to talk too much, and it is the kingly way to absorb the simple aura from the real product.

"Uncle, Shen." Song Zhong glanced at Shen Yunfeng, then looked at Song Yijiang and said, "What he just said is true, did the boss promote him to be an appraiser?"

"Ok!"

Song Yijiang responded.

Even he himself heard the helplessness and unhappiness contained in the word "um".

He raised his hand and put the teacup aside, unintentionally, he caught a glimpse outside the door, and at some point, there was a touch of pink.

"Liang Bingru is here?"

A thought flashed in Song Yijiang's mind.

"No way, boss too."

Song Zhong was obviously a little out of temper, and opened his mouth to say a lot about Liang Jinyan's father and daughter, but was interrupted by Song Yijiang who raised his hand and said, "Song Zhong, set your position!"

"I'm still saying the same thing in the morning. If you want to stay in Hengxing and learn the real skills, you have to work hard and do the job well arranged by the boss, ahem, Miss Pingru, Master Shen, and me."

"There's nothing going on at the counter for the time being. You can go to the back and have a look. If you haven't wiped the antiques, go through them carefully again."

"Go!"

Song Zhong was not allowed to speak any more, and he didn't want to give him a chance to speak at all. Song Yijiang raised his hand and pointed. Song Zhong walked back resentfully with a two-foot-long bitter face.

When leaving, he didn't glance at Shen Yunfeng who was studying the blue and white porcelain vase with his head down.

"Xiao Shen, teacher, I, oh, no, it should be Song." Seeing Song Zhong's back disappearing from his eyes, Song Yijiang laughed, and looked at Shen Yunfeng, "Song is really doing it for your own good. What will be the next few days?" , I don’t think I need to talk nonsense, you should be very clear in your heart, at this juncture, it’s better not to make any more incidents.”

Shen Yunfeng slowly closed the box, the simple aura on the Yuan blue and white porcelain vase had long been absorbed by the ancient book.

Looking up at the amiable Song Yijiang in front of him, he was puzzled for a while, thinking, this guy's attitude has changed too quickly.

Reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling man, Shen Yunfeng smiled faintly, put the box back in its place and said, "Master Song is referring to the annual competition, don't worry, I know it well."

"Master Shen, you just need to know what you know." Song Yijiang walked up to Shen Yunfeng, raised his hand and pointed upstairs, looked at Shen Yunfeng and said in a low voice, "Boss and Miss Binru are watching, although they are not here today. , but as appraisers hired by the boss with a high salary, you and I should put aside our past grudges, unite as one, and bring the No. 1 honor back to Hengxing."

The pair of small eyes hiding behind the lenses shone like an old fox, "So, whether it's you, me, or Xiao Song, you shouldn't cause trouble in the store."

It seemed that he was speaking under his breath, but his voice still came out.

"It's rare, Master Song!" Shen Yunfeng chuckled, and glanced at Song Yijiang, "If I remember correctly, this is what you, the appraiser, have said that you care about me the most since you entered the shop."

"At first, I couldn't figure it out. With your status as Master Song in Hengxing, since I arrived in Hengxing, why you always target me as an apprentice like a stick, now I seem to understand."

(End of this chapter)