Your son-in-law is here

Sure enough, Master Liu looked at it for a long time, put the God of Wealth statue back, frowned slightly, and whispered to Ying Feihong:

"Master Feihong, forgive me for my incompetence. I can't judge this God of Wealth statue because it looks real in every aspect, but just because it looks like it, it's very strange and a bit artificial."

"But it can't be judged as fake, because the boss was right about a few things, the carving skills, the material..."

Master Liu was expressing his opinion, when Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and suddenly said: "Boss, everything must be done on a first-come, first-served basis. You have been chatting with this big brother for a long time, so I won't say anything. But now why? Did you chat with someone?"

"Three customers, who are you going to sell to?"

The boss and the middle-aged man were both a little confused by Zhou Yi's sudden words. What's going on? Didn't you just say nothing?

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment, then when she realized what she was doing, she smiled softly and said, "Boss, the rules in your industry are very important. Don't break the rules just for some benefit."

"I saw this God of Wealth statue first. You just said [-]. I'm very satisfied with the price."

Before the boss could speak, Ying Feihong snorted: "Eight hundred and eighty thousand, can you afford this price?"

Zhou Yi smiled contemptuously: "You are not the boss. What does it have to do with you if we can't get rid of you?"

Ying Feihong patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder and said very forcefully: "After several years of not seeing each other, my wings have really become hardened, but I want to tell you, what I like is mine, and no one can take it away."

"Not to mention you, a loser!"

Zhou Yi said with an indifferent expression: "Boss, I want this statue of the God of Wealth. Please help me install it."

The owner of the antique shop was a little confused at the moment. There was no fish to eat the hook, but now the rod is connected. What happened?

The middle-aged man on the side was also happy. As the agent of the antique store, he would get a commission if the transaction was successful.

"Ahem, you three..." The boss coughed heavily, and the middle-aged man suddenly reacted. He quickly looked at Zhou Yi and said, "What's the matter of first come, first served? It's obvious that you didn't reach a deal when I came. According to the rules, the price is too high. He who wins."

"I'll give you one million!"

Ying Feihong smiled lightly: "This friend is right, there is no such thing as first come, first served, but the one with the highest price gets it."

"I'll pay [-] million!"

Zhou Yi glared at the middle-aged man and looked very angry: "Why are you joining in the fun? Didn't you just bring enough money?"

The middle-aged man did not give in at all: "I have asked my apprentice to send money, and I am not just joining in the fun. As a famous collector, this statue of the God of Wealth is very important to me. I want to order it, and no one can take it away. Boss, two hundred thousand in one hand!"

Collect everyone? Ying Feihong took a look at the middle-aged man's dress and saw that it did have some flavor, which made him even more determined that this God of Wealth statue was genuine: "One million and three hundred thousand."

Zhou Yi said with an ugly face: "One million and four hundred thousand."

The middle-aged man, who was wearing a prince's mirror and looked like a fortune teller, acted even more exaggeratedly, his face turned red, and he yelled:

"I'm so damn unlucky when I meet you two. Can't you give me a birthday gift instead? You have to steal it from me."

Zhou Yi said nothing, and the same was true for Ying Feihong.

It is indeed possible to exchange for a gift, but for Ying Feihong, if this God of Wealth statue is really bought by Zhou Yi, he will wait until Mr. Ying’s birthday tomorrow and Zhou Yi finishes delivering the gifts before telling what happened here today. Zhou Yi spent a lot of money , or came from competition from him, the so-called "filial piety" contrast is too obvious.

Although Ying Feihong was confident that his grandfather still favored him, if it were the other way around and he told what happened here after giving the gifts, wouldn't the contrasting effect be more obvious?

Ying Feihong believed that Zhou Yi thought the same way, so he had to fight to the end, and in his opinion, Zhou Yi could not match him in terms of money, so his opponent was the collector.

"Can't you really give me this treasure? Do you know how to respect the old and love the young?" the middle-aged man cried.

Zhou Yi and Feihong remained silent.

"Okay, okay, you forced me to do this." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "I...I will pay [-] million!"

"Boss, hurry up and pack, this is my limit!"

"Wait a minute." Ying Feihong smiled: "There are many statues of the God of Wealth here. Collectors, you'd better change your collection."

"I'll pay [-] million!"

At this time, Master Liu behind him touched him: "Master Feihong, calm down, I can't tell whether this God of Wealth statue is genuine or not."

Ying Feihong said calmly: "Don't worry, with Luo Ning's ability, it is impossible to buy fakes, and isn't there a collector? It must be real. Finally, this is Qinghulu Antique Street, and behind it is the Hulu Group. No Might be selling fakes.”

Master Liu also wanted to say that of course it is impossible to sell fakes here, but the "fake" here is defined by the seller.

If the boss is not capable enough, there is a possibility of selling fake goods. This is a hidden rule in the antique world.

But before Master Liu could speak, he heard Zhou Yi's voice: "I'll pay two million!"

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he took a deep breath and seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage to say the price.

Luo Ning on the side pinched Zhou Yi and muttered: "It's too expensive, why do you spend so much money!"

But in her heart, she couldn't help but wonder if the call was too high, would Ying Feihong still take the bait?

Zhou Yidao: "Everyone fights for one breath!"

Luo Ning's pretty face darkened and she simply ignored Zhou Yi.

Seeing this scene in Ying Feihong's eyes, the disdain on his face became even more intense, and he smiled coldly:

"It's ridiculous to argue with others. A waste is a waste. Do you have the qualifications to compete with me?"

"Boss, I'll pay you [-] million!"

Although Ying Xiangqiang only gave him two million, as the young master of the Ying family, he could still afford an allowance of three hundred thousand.

That's almost it... Zhou Yi thought to himself, and then his face turned dark, as if he was frustrated and said: "Forget it, I'll give it to you."

"Hahaha..." Ying Feihong suddenly laughed a few times, feeling very happy in his heart, and sarcastically said without concealment: "It's ridiculous, your way of showing respect is really ridiculous. I told you before that you will always be a waste in front of me. I don't think so. Compete with me, wishful thinking!"

Zhou Yi didn't speak, as if he was shocked. Normally, leaving at this time would be the best choice, but Zhou Yi had no intention of leaving because the show had just begun.

Two million and three hundred thousand!

Hearing this number, the owner of the antique shop almost went crazy with joy, because even if the statue of the God of Wealth was real, the price would not exceed one million. He could not even dream of paying this price now.

The most important thing is that this was Ying Feihong's initiative. The price he offered was only [-]. Even if the price was higher, it was in compliance with the rules and protected by Qinghulu Antique Street.

The middle-aged man was also very happy. At [-] million yuan, the commission he was entrusted with was also a huge sum of money. At the same time, he glanced at Zhou Yi gratefully. Without Zhou Yi, this deal might not be possible.

While Ying Feihong went to pay, the middle-aged man looked at Zhou Yi and said enigmatically: "Young man, don't be sad."

"It's a blessing in disguise, but you don't know it's a blessing."

Zhou Yi had helped him a lot, so looking at the lifeless Zhou Yi, the middle-aged man wanted to comfort him.

But he never thought that as soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yi raised his head and smiled softly at him: "My friend, we cooperate very well."

"Pleasant to work with."

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