However, Mr. Qian suddenly said: "Master Xie, I hope you can pay attention to your words and deeds. This is an antique appreciation party, not your private club!"

Before Xie Chengwen's butt even touched the bench, he stood up immediately after hearing these words. He looked at Mr. Qian in surprise and said in disbelief: "Mr. Qian, what do you mean by this?"

"That's what it means on the surface." Mr. Qian snorted coldly and turned his head.

Xie Chengwen still wanted to defend himself, but Manager Chen strode over and stood in front of him, with a serious look on his face: "Sorry, please abide by the rules here."

"You...can! You can do it!"

Xie Chengwen looked angry. However, in the antique world, Mr. Qian and Manager Chen's status and status were much higher than his own.

Now that they have said so, no matter how angry they are, they can't just take the money and do what they want.

If he really offends Qian Lao to death, even his own father may not be able to bear it.

The farce ended and the tasting began again.

Everyone was talking a lot, and their eyes towards Ning Chen also changed.

"This young man can do it."

"You can actually tell it's a fake, that's quite a skill."

"It was a fake that even several experts didn't spot, and he actually identified it."

Ning Chen turned a deaf ear to everyone's compliments. During this period, several people came up to chat with him. Ning Chen just accepted the business card and didn't say much.

Qin Yongying looked at Ning Chen with twinkling eyes, full of curiosity in her heart.

"It's strange. Didn't aunt say that his son is just an ordinary clerk? But no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a clerk..."

How could he have such a wealth of antique knowledge if he was just an ordinary clerk?

Qian Lao reprimanded several experts and warned them to enrich their identification knowledge and never make such mistakes in the future.

Several experts who were arrogant before were like grandsons when facing Mr. Qian, and did not dare to refute even a word.

Someone looked at Ning Chen secretly and wondered, what is the relationship between this young man and Mr. Qian?

Nephews?

Or apprentice?

After Mr. Qian scolded these people, he immediately came to Ning Chen, wiped away his previous gloomy expression, and raised a soft smile: "Little friend Ning, I'm really sorry for making you watch such a farce."

Ning Chen waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a fake. No one has seen it wrong before."

When Mr. Qian heard this, he remembered what happened not long ago and burst into laughter: "What I said, little friend, is extreme, it is extreme!"

The two chatted for a while, and Mr. Qian left first. He originally came to visit Ning Chen, but by now he had finished his work, so he naturally left.

At Qian Lao's age, doing things and making friends all depends on your mood.

Especially a young man like Ning Chen who is young and has a deep research on antiques, is the target of his friendship.

At this moment, Mr. Liu came to sit next to the two of them, with a sly smile on his face: "Well, this little brother..."

"My surname is Ning." Ning Chen said calmly.

"Yes, Mr. Ning." Mr. Liu nodded repeatedly and said hesitantly, "Well, I'm here to express my gratitude. I hope you won't mind my rude words before..."

Hearing this, Ning Chen waved his hand and said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Can Mr. Liu think about the contract now?"
Chapter completed!