Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

At the front of the business department, a man with the appearance of a cadre diligently opened the back door of the BMW.

Yang Rui pushed open the door of the co-pilot and came out with emotion: The institutions that serve the veteran cadres all the year round are different. How can we know that our car has come here?

The cadre saw that two girls came out of the back door, and the co-pilot came out of a young man like Yang Rui. He didn't seem surprised. He smiled and said, "How many are you here for antiques?"

"We are here to buy calligraphy and painting." Yang Rui paused, and then said: "I've been here before, please make an appointment with Director Qiao Qunqiao."

The cadre laughed "Oh..." and said: "I know that I know that this is my responsibility. Director Qiao told me that we have specially added some calligraphy and painting, and we have been waiting... ...My dear Huang Shiguan, this... Comrade Yang, are we three people in total?"

"Correct."

"Then go directly to the warehouse. The lobby is filled with retail items, and everything prepared for you is in the warehouse." Huang Shiguan said, leading the three of them around the gate, through the alleys, and one towards the back. The yard went.

Fang Yanan couldn't enter the sales department, worried that Yang Rui and Jing Yulan were deceived, and chased after them in a distrustful reporter tone: "Why go to the warehouse? Can't you buy things in the lobby?"

"You can buy it, but the quantity may not meet the needs of Boss Yang." Huang Shiguan really didn't know what to call Yang Rui. Judging from his age, Yang Rui really does not look like an official, and in other terms, Comrade Huang Shiguan is obviously not very skilled.

Fang Yanan didn’t believe what Huang Shiguan said, and said, “Don’t assume that I’ve never been here. I dare not say whether there are tens of thousands of antiques in your sales department. There must be thousands of them. How could there be insufficient quantities? Question, I think you want to be shoddy and be a Wenzhou shoe factory."

Wenzhou shoe industry has a long history, but in the early period of reform and opening up, the impression that Wenzhou shoe industry left to Chinese people was the manufacture and sale of fakes. Many shops even posted "the store does not have Wenzhou goods" to attract customers.

Huang Shiguan was stunned by Fang Yanan. He couldn't figure out the way, didn't dare to offend, and said with a smile: "Leader, I am not trying to save you time. There are a lot of antiques in the sales department, but Yang The boss only wants calligraphy and paintings, and they specify that they should be older. This number is not much. A while ago, we collected a batch of calligraphy and paintings that meet the requirements of Boss Yang and stored them in the warehouse behind. This is to show you Take a look. Of course, if you want to see it in the sales department, you just go to the sales department. I'm casual."

After explaining, Huang Shiguan complained to Yang Rui again: "Mr. Yang, you know that you have been here. Our sales department is exclusively for old cadres. Old cadres like calligraphy and painting. They read more and buy less, so they didn’t come to see it once. Just buy it once. Occasionally buying two or three sets is a minority. Our sales department usually does not buy too many calligraphy and painting. Some people sell calligraphy and painting. The price is a little higher. We don't accept it. This time, In order to save a little more for you, we have raised the purchase price. Some collectors have heard about it, and they all hurriedly send the paintings... If you don't come again, our warehouse will soon be unable to fit them and we have to sell them at a discount. "

Fang Yanan immediately heard the question and asked, "How big is your warehouse?"

Huang Shiguan smiled and said: "It's just a quadrangle courtyard, the place that the Bureau of Commerce found. You don't know, the calligraphy and painting storage requirements are high, not too wet, and not too dry. If it gets wet and damp, the picture will turn yellow, and it will crack if it is dry. , It can't be put too dense...but it's troublesome."

This time it was Yang Rui's turn to disbelieve, and he said with a curled lips: "Your sales department is full of calligraphy and painting."

"You said that those in the cabinet have been kept for a long time. Besides, the conditions in the sales department are also good. The houses are all renovated later. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. I love to sleep in it when I'm fine." Huang Shiguan He said a few words, and said: "We are not taking the opportunity to ask for a warehouse. Many of the calligraphy and paintings in the sales department have been moved over. You can't tell Director Qiao about this. He knows, and he has to take the warehouse back. "

Yang Rui smiled suspiciously, and said, "Let's take a look first."

"Good, good." Huang Shiguan is now leading the way.

After walking about two to three hundred meters, the three of them arrived in front of a courtyard with blue bricks and green tiles.

This is obviously not a famous house. The interior has been renovated. The flat concrete floor has replaced the old bricks, and the whitewashed walls have replaced the previous stucco. It doesn't look stylish enough, but it is more practical.

Catalpa "Mr. Yang, it's all inside." Huang Shiguan pushed open a door, and saw piles of calligraphy and paintings on the piles of bookshelves along the surrounding walls.

"It's not as dense as the sales department, but it's dense enough." Yang Rui opened a scroll of calligraphy and painting and looked at it, then rolled back without feeling anything.

Huang Shiguan looked at Yang Rui's expression and said, "If you have any instructions, just say it."

"Can you buy anything here?"

"Anything, but it can't be cheap." Huang Shiguan glanced at Yang Rui and said: "The sales department's pricing is based on cost plus profit. The paintings and calligraphy here are originally marked up. The sales department does not make any money, but it cannot lose money It’s impossible to check the account. So, if we buy in at the original price and sell you at the original price, you can’t keep the price down. If you keep the price down, we will have a deficit...

Huang Shiguan is very careful when he said that the most feared of these sales departments that make special products is that they will be squeezed. Profitable products are okay. Anyway, it is not their own money that is pressured. If the price of unprofitable products is squeezed, it is very irritating. Embarrassed.

Yang Rui said non-committal: "I have chosen the painting first, do you have a price? How do I think about the price."

"We have a roster."

Huang Shiguan took a thread-bound ledger, opened it, and it really had the name and author of the calligraphy and painting, as well as the price it received and the name of the last collector.

Fang Yanan tutted twice: "This is your account, right?"

"It's just such a ledger." Huang Shiguan laughed twice.

Yang Rui flipped through it, and saw that the price of calligraphy and painting ranged from three to five yuan to thirty to fifty, to three to five hundred. Generally speaking, it was related to the age, but in detail, it was extremely complicated.

Fortunately, he was well prepared and passed Professor Wang Yong long ago and asked a researcher who is good at identification to help.

Wang Yong himself likes antiques, so he knows many insiders. Most of the appreciative experts in the 1980s worked in state units. It is better to work in specialized institutions such as the Forbidden City researcher, and the other one might be an archaeologist, or someone who is really working for the folks. Not without, but very few. After all, according to the ten years before the reform and opening up, urban residents without formal jobs have hardly survived, and those who have the ability to play antiques have no such thoughts.

Yang Rui didn't ask for the identification of the missing. For him, as long as the calligraphy and painting in this yard were true, he would have missed it.

Determined to buy in large quantities, Yang Rui went to the small shop at the entrance of the alley to call, and then returned to the yard, just as Fang Yanan was inquiring about the news with Huang Shiguan: "You have thousands of calligraphy and paintings here, don't you choose any? "

"You were introduced by Director Qiao, so let's not say what others do. If you say, you must want to take as much as you want." Huang Shiguan paused and asked tentatively, "I remember what I said before. It seems that you need as much as you want. ...Hehe, that's what I said, maybe it's too much, I think too much."

"No, as long as the thing is true, I want as much as I have." Yang Rui entered through the door and interrupted the two of them.

Huang Shiguan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly explained: "I am also holding the risk. If you don't want it, I really can't explain it."

"Then you are still buying so much?" Fang Yanan asked Huang Shiguan suspiciously: "Did you raise the purchase price and take the rebate?"

"How dare I!" Huang Shiguan hurriedly cried out: "You say that, I don't dare to bear it, I..."

"It's okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She just likes nonsense." Yang Rui waved his hand, interrupted the two again, and gave Jing Yulan a color, and said: "You can go in and look at the painting, such a good opportunity, in the future Not much."

"You buy it, don't we just watch it casually?" Fang Yanan didn't move his legs.

Yang Rui smiled, and said, "I bought it to save it. It's not something you can see if you want to. Besides, how tired is it to go to see the painting once, can you still study this?"

"If you have thousands or tens of thousands, you can buy them all? How expensive is that?" Fang Yanan was a little unimaginable.

Yang Rui had just made a wave of fame in North America. It was the time when he was so complacent. He said so proudly: "It's not expensive."

"On average, a painting is fifty or sixty yuan, and one thousand is fifty or sixty thousand. Besides, if you buy so many, how about opening a museum in your house?" Fang Yanan was born in a large courtyard and has some idea about tens of thousands of dollars. I can't imagine any more.

Yang Rui smiled and said, "It's not that expensive."

"Director Huang, an average of fifty or sixty is what you said. Who on earth is talking nonsense?" Fang Yanan's reporter became ill.

Yang Rui and Huang Shiguan smiled at each other, but none of them said anything.

Jing Yulan hurriedly pulled Fang Yanan away and whispered: "You can ask what the roots are. Yang Rui has made money from foreign companies. You can buy whatever you want."

"I was afraid that he had spent the money wrongly. Now that I see it, there may be something tricky." Fang Yanan pondered, imagining big news all over his head.

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