The more I thought about it, Bo Qingrong felt that his decision to keep this bronze ware was extremely correct.

He had thought it a little bit before, and it was not enough to make just one sum of money. Uncle Song might say that he was just hitting him by chance and would not admit his ability at all.

But……

If I can win this big customer and have a backer in the future, what else can Uncle Song say?

The more Bo Qingrong thought about it, the more he felt right, and his hands were tighter and tighter.

I can't tell Uncle Song yet, yes, I can't tell him yet.

He has to prove himself and make him look at him with admiration.

This is probably the first time in history that Bo Qingrong was so calm.

He never even went out again, stayed in the store all day long, staying there.

He was waiting for a signal.

Whether it is the original owner or the collector, there must be one between them who will contact him.

In fact, the man didn't let him wait too long.

The original owner contacted him first. This time, his tone and attitude became more sincere: "Sir, I am very sincere in buying this bronze ware. A gentleman has the beauty of adulthood, and three times more than that..."

"Well, it's quite a lot." Bo Qingrong held his cell phone, suppressed his excitement, and slowly said: "But, I want to know this Mr. Collector."

This sentence is full of ambition, and the original owner can hold his breath after hearing it.

Before he could reply, Bo Qingrong continued, "Of course, I understand what you mean. I don't want to make much money, I want to have multiple friends and multiple paths. If possible, we will cooperate and I will be a middleman, money, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I want to follow this boss's path."

The other party was silent for a long time and thought carefully, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with this.

He hesitated: "How do you... want to cooperate?"

Bo Qingrong took a breath and said calmly: "You introduce this boss to me. I just need to do a transfer, and I don't need you three times, just twice."

He learned this trick from Uncle Song, who is doing big business, doesn’t need to stare at the little profit in front of him, and he should look at it for a long time.

He took the initiative to take a step back. Although the original owner felt it was inappropriate, he could not say a reason for opposition: "This... Boss, can I reply to you later? Let me think about it."

"Of course, no problem." Bo Qingrong smiled with a refreshing smile, his voice was low and beautiful: "I'm waiting for your good news! I hope we can have a happy cooperation!"

"Okay, if I can, I hope."

Bo Qingrong hung up the phone and did not move for a long time.

The door was closed tightly, and his hands were shaking a little when he switched to another card.

Will everything go smoothly...

After carefully recalling his words, Bo Qingrong felt that his performance was remarkable.

I just don't know if the other party will agree.

He tossed and turned all over the lunch break, and was completely sleepy.

In the afternoon, he was in no energy at all and yawned repeatedly.

Manager Song frowned, looked at him for several times and didn't notice it, and even the client was not covered.

In the end, Manager Song couldn't help it anymore. After seeing off the guest, he looked at him calmly: "You are playing games again at noon? I told you that you have to cheer up when doing things. You must have a good mental outlook and look like you are sleeping and wandering. Who dares to do business with you?"

It came again, Bo Qingrong was a little impatient, but he still endured it: "I didn't play games, I just didn't sleep well, and it was a bit noisy outside."

I don’t know what happened to Zhenpinzhai at noon, it’s really a bit noisy.

Manager Song thought about it and his expression eased a little: "Then go and have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself. Don't yawn all the time, as the impact is not good."

"Okay." Bo Qingrong turned around and went up to the second floor.

Thinking of what he said, Manager Song pondered for a moment and couldn't help but turn his gaze to the opposite side.

There are people coming and going in Zhenpinzhai, and the most central thing is still the Shenfeng Mian.

The original owner sitting opposite him was pondering, looking very worried.

Everyone around heard his phone call and looked at each other.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, and some people couldn't help but break the silence first: "Actually, if you want me to say it, this is a win-win situation."

"If it were me... I might agree, after all, money is more important to me hahaha."

The others secretly looked at the original owner and each calculated how much money they would need if they could really win.

The original owner sighed and felt helpless: "Actually, I didn't agree, it's just this... Alas! I'm so entangled that I'm not all in front of me now..."

"Then you go and get it!"

"What are you waiting for? If you miss a good business, you will regret it for three years."

These are all those who don’t bother to watch the fun. Chen Fengmian took a sip of tea and said nothing.

When the original owner was persuaded by them, his position was no longer firm and his expression was a little shaken: "But, but if I can win this business, I can..."

"Oh, didn't you say that? People say that they are working with you, so you two can work with this boss together. Since he is a big boss and comes from another place, he will definitely accept it as long as there is good things."

Speaking of this, everyone was intrigued and encouraged him to ask him to follow him and ask him to ask him.

"Ask, what are you asking?" The original owner looked confused.

"Hey, I just ask him if he will still collect things in the future. Don't worry, if you really want to get what he sees, you must open the door."

Any ordinary person doesn't have the same face to send him to someone.

The original owner frowned in a vain and looked at Chen Fengmian with a little hesitation: "Boss Shen... What do you think I should do?"

"Sorry." Chen Fengmian looked calm and refused him mercilessly in front of everyone: "I only help with the appraisal, not any decision."

You understand the rules in the circle, and it is possible to make suggestions. You must never make decisions for others.

It's good, but if it's not good, I'm afraid it's going to attract revenge.

Although Chen Fengmian's attitude was a little ruthless, he did it too calmly, and even made people feel that he was very honest.

So the original owner hesitated for a moment and made a decision: "Then, I'll ask."

The collector is indeed as everyone thinks, very generous, but the requirements are also very high.

He proposed three notes.

Don’t want those who are not old, don’t want those who are not of good quality, don’t want those who are of unknown origin.

It means that not only must it be authentic, but also the quality must be guaranteed, and even the origin must be innocent and cannot be used to him.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

I knew at first that this was definitely an expert, and not an ordinary expert.

The original owner came to his senses and asked carefully what he thought about cooperation.

"Oh, I don't care about this." The collector said slowly: "As long as it meets my requirements, it doesn't matter whether you buyers are one or two. As for future cooperation, as long as the things are good and the prices are easy to say!"

He looked at things very accurately, and even the price of each part of this batch of bronze ware this time was different.

The original owner also agreed that as long as all the collected numbers are added up, a tail will be swept away.

After hearing that he agreed to the cooperation plan, the original owner breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then I'll communicate with the other party again."

Since he had a look, he did not stay in the store for much and stood up to say goodbye to everyone.

Although the others were a little ready, rationality prevailed and said goodbye to him with a smile.

After he left, the others gradually dispersed.

Chen Fengmian slowly finished drinking the tea in the cup, and suddenly noticed something, turned to look at the opposite side.

At the door of Rongsheng Hall, Manager Song stood with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking.

Think about it! Chen Feng Sleeping put down the teacup and felt quite happy.

The hook is very straight, and the willing one takes the hook, he will not force it.

In fact, Manager Song is indeed suspicious.

Especially after hearing about the incident of Zhenpinzhai, my doubts became even more serious.

Everyone else was admiring, saying how lucky the person who bought the first bronze ware was, but Manager Song didn't think so.

He frowned and said slowly: "Everyone said he was rich in silence. If this person was really willing to take action, why would he say it out in public?"

If it were him, he would rather give up some of his money than keep this matter tight.

As the saying goes, if you don’t show off your money, you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it!

With such a large transaction, this person not only was he unprepared for it, but instead took the initiative to go to someone else's store to tell and deal with it.

This matter...it's strange no matter how you look at it.

"Uncle Song, what do you mean..." Bo Qingrong felt a little embarrassed when he said it, and couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Is this a trap?"

"...It's hard to say." Manager Song looked at him and pondered: "What you really want to say is... a bit outrageous."

Bo Qingrong was sweating all over, and his hands were trembling: "Then is this a situation that someone sets up? Is it Chen Fengmian? Or Mei Zhou? But what are they trying to do?"
To be continued...