The stage of Rongshengtang was set and the opera started singing that afternoon.

Across a street, Rongshengtang is crowded with people, and Zhenpinzhai is deserted.

Tong Yao could sit still at first, but she felt that Chen Fengmian had no problem with the business in the store before, and it must be the same now.

"Yes, it's even opened in the morning!" Xiaoba tried hard to comfort himself.

The two of them were waiting tremblingly, and whenever someone passed by the door, they stared at each other nervously.

but……

Until the sky gets darker, let alone people, I don’t even see an ant.

Looking at Tong Yao's obvious disappointment, Xiao Ba struggled for a while and tried to comfort her: "It's okay, they just started the event today, it must be a bit attractive, tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will drop, it's good!"

"Is that true..." Tong Yao couldn't help looking at the opposite side.

Even though the street lights were on, Rongshengtang was about to close, and the crowd was still flowing.

There were even many people coming around, talking and laughing, it was so lively.

This is not like an antique shop, it feels like we were having dinner together.

Xiao Ba also looked at it: "Look, there are so many people so late, so I must be a tribute!"

"..." Tong Yao looked at him with a complicated expression and said in a depressed manner: "I know most of these people."

She grew up in Jiang Yun as a child, and her family runs antique shops. Although she was not interested in this circle before, she still recognized her face.

This time, it was Xiaoba's turn to be speechless.

Could it be that the prosperity of the business opposite is really not performed?

The next day, Rongshengtang issued a new rule: when choosing paintings, you need to buy a painting first, which is quite expensive.

Xiaoba looked excited: "Ha, they are really trying to die like this! No one will buy it! Even though he knows it is fake, who would buy it! It is still so expensive!"

"I really know how to buy it." Tong Yao silently splashed cold water on his face, moved a small chair and sat by the door and watched the noise across the street: "If I were not the shopkeeper of Zhenpinzhai, I would also like to buy it."

One percent probability!

With low capital, you can get dozens of times the profit. Isn’t this real thing than buying a lottery?

Xiao Ba was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help but whisper: "In fact, I am too..."

Even if they think so, the rest of the people will naturally be the same.

Although Jiang Yun was not big at first, there were many people who came to buy paintings.

Seeing that Rongshengtang made a lot of money, Tong Yao really couldn't sit still.

"I'll go call!"

This time, Tong Yao's tone became much deeper: "Hey, Chen Fengmian, do you still care about the store... Until yesterday and now in the store, let alone selling things, I haven't even seen anyone."

Chen Fengmian frowned, his tone calm: "It doesn't matter, let them go."

"What are you busy with?" Tong Yao was angry and anxious: "I saw it all today, and several old customers from Zhenpinzhai went to Rongshengtang!"

"Okay, I understand." Chen Fengmian didn't care and lowered his head to continue fiddling with the carving knife in his hand: "You don't have to worry about it, you should eat and play, you have some concentration."

Talking to him, even dead people can get angry.

Tong Yao stopped talking, but felt that the situation was so bad that it could not be broken any more.

However, something worse has happened.

In the afternoon of that day, 300 paintings in Rongshengtang were sold out, and a collector actually got the authentic one.

The collector specially set up the paintings for everyone to exhibit.

Everyone was shocked when they looked at the authentic painting.

This is too big! Rong Shengtang really bought the original work and was selling it!

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This news went straight away, and the threshold of Rongshengtang was about to be trampled.

Nothing else, they all came to ask if there were any such paintings to take action.

Seeing Rong Shengtang's business getting better and better day by day, Chen Fengmian was not moving at all, Tong Yao finally couldn't stand it.

She wrote a long resignation letter and finally deleted it word by word.

Sitting by the counter, Tong Yao looked at the gloomy sky outside the house and suddenly felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

Why, nothing goes smoothly?

She thought she could use her own skills to raise Zhenpinzhai’s business and make a prosperous career, which made her grandfather look at her with admiration, and thus successfully entered her own store to become a shopkeeper.

But although she is the shopkeeper of Zhenpinzhai, the decision is still in the hands of Shen Fengmian.

He was unwilling to do anything, and he didn't agree with her doing anything, and he only said concentration and concentration!

Tong Yao pursed her lips and sat for a long time. Finally, she just sighed and sent a line to Chen Fengmian: [I want to resign.]

This time, Chen Fengmian did not reply very quickly, but it was not too slow.

His reply was even simpler than hers.

【Okay, you will get the salary card.】

Haha, she didn't buy a pair of shoes for this little money.

Tong Yao smiled and got up and took her bag home.

Some people used to say that Zhenpinzhai would close sooner or later, but she didn't believe it, but now she believes it!

With Chen Fengmian's attitude towards doing business, it would be strange if Zhenpinzhai doesn't go bankrupt!

It took a week later that Chen Fengmian finally came to the store.

Xiaoba was cowardly: "Boss, Miss Tong is gone..."

"Well, I know." Chen Fengmian's expression was calm, but Fengdu was exhausted: "There is nothing in the store, right?"

"No, it's okay..." It's just that there is no business, I don't know if this counts or not.

Xiao Ba pointed to the opposite side with a little entangled confusion: "Boss, Rong Shengtang has curbed a lot of monsters again..."

"Hmm?" Chen Fengmian leaned into the sofa and asked him to pour a cup of tea: "Tell me."

Xiao Ba poured a cup of tea and passed it over and told it all the time.

"After someone bought the painting, everyone thought they had lost money, but in the end someone settled the bill and found that although they didn't make much money, they didn't lose..."

The 299 fakes are not low, and they make a small profit together, which is also Tong Yao's jealousy.

She wanted to learn it, but Chen Fengmian refused and had to give up.

"They got some lucky draw later... and you can get lucky draw tickets by buying something in their store. The prizes are very rich..."

Chen Fengmian took a sip of tea, and a trace of disdain flashed through his eyes.

His tricks he had played in the early years were just pediatrics.

Seeing that he didn't care much, Xiao Ba thought for a while: "The lottery has been lively for a long time. Now there are still many prizes that have been replaced. Now they have created something to know the treasure with wise eyes..."

Ha? Chen Fengmian held the teacup and looked up at him: "Handsome eyes to recognize treasures?"

"Yeah! It's just Yishui'er's treasure. You can't touch it or use any tools. You can only look with your eyes. If you see it correctly, you have to buy it. You are conceited by the authenticity." Xiao Ba nodded and said in a little puzzled manner: "This is a bit difficult, but many people are quite interested, but Rong Shengtang's requirements are quite high, saying that the shopkeepers who are in the same industry are not allowed to participate..."

It seems that Tong Yao's departure is also related to this.

Chen Fengmian thoughtfully and gently tapped his fingertips on the table: "When will it start?"

Xiao Ba replied quickly: "Tomorrow is 9:30."
Chapter completed!