Among the crowd, Ai Weiwei was being interviewed by reporters.

Today's Ai Weiwei is completely different from usual.

She was wearing a white casual suit, her hair was pulled up, and she was wearing light makeup.

Every move she makes is elegant and proper, like a lady of a noble family, with a noble and elegant temperament all over her body.

Ai Weiwei was generous and decent, kept smiling and spoke in a gentle tone: "Many friends here know that my father is in the antique business, and I have been exposed to these things since I was a child.

When my father was still alive, he asked me to inherit the family business many times, but I never thought about doing this. Even when my father asked me to learn treasure appraisal, I was very resistant.

But after his death, my life changed dramatically.

I have been decadent and hesitant. For a long time, I didn’t know what to do.

Later, I figured it out.

I can't waste time like this, I want to do what my father hasn't finished yet, run the antique business well.

I invite you all to come here today, and I hope to get your support."

A male reporter asked: "Ms. Ai, everyone is very concerned about an issue. Since we are open for business, we naturally hope that the store will sell well, but why does your store only sell one item every day? It opens at ten in the morning and closes at four in the afternoon.

Can this be a big hit?"

"Antiques are inherently rare things. Everyone who appraises antiques and treasures has his own standards. Some people think that appraising antiques relies on technology, but I think antiques rely on fate.

Some people may not necessarily get what they want after all their efforts, but some people can get everything without any effort. What I sell every day is not so much antiques as it is fate.”

After he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause, and reporters started talking one after another.

"Miss Ai's words are really thought-provoking."

"Miss Ai's things are all rare treasures. If you sell one piece, it will last you a lifetime, so there is no need to sell more."

"Miss Ai's store is really unique, one item a day."

I was secretly happy because I had written these words before and asked her to memorize them.

Not only does this guy have a nice voice, he is also a natural actor with perfect expressions and movements.

The more reporters talk about it, the more magical this store will be.

Maybe, the fish will surface faster and faster soon.

Although I don't know why Master asked me to do this at that time, and I can't ask now, I believe she must have her own reason for doing this.

The male reporter asked again: "Ms. Ai, I heard that many of the items in the store are your father's collections.

Your father has just passed away, so you are rushing to open a store to sell his belongings. Is it too much?

Besides, after your father passes away, you have no financial resources, so you must do this."

Um?

I squinted my eyes gloomily, and had a thought in my mind that the person coming was not good.

He wears a white shirt, has a round face, a plain appearance, slightly long hair, a press badge hanging around his neck, and the microphone in his hand has no logo.

Both times he asked questions, he seemed to be deliberately stirring up trouble.

I was about to walk over when Hou Yun suddenly stopped me.

"Boss, I guess the fish is hooked."

I turned my face and she whispered in my ear.

"Just now, a few strange men came to buy things, and they bought all fakes, not the real ones.

I said, these things have been sold. They still asked who sold them, and got into all kinds of entanglements. It seems like they were sent by Sihai Pavilion."

I nodded: "You continue to watch and act according to the rules."

"Boss, look, is that cleaner a kid?" Hou Yun said in surprise.

"It's him!"

"Then why doesn't he come over to say hello to us?"

"The kid always appears and disappears when he does things. Let him go. He will show up when he thinks he should show up."

Hou Yun was confused: "Why is he wearing a cleaner's clothes?"

"Haha! Didn't you realize who cleaned up the messy garbage near our store?"

"Oh?" Hou Yun suddenly realized, "Boss, have you noticed it a long time ago? I also said that last time I saw a pile of garbage at the door and was about to clean it up. I turned my back and cleaned it up. Moreover,

The garbage can fly and fly directly to the other side."

"Stop hanging around here and go to the counter and keep an eye on it. There must be no one there."

As soon as Hou Yun left, not far from my nine o'clock direction, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, Wan Xiyue.

She was wearing a dark red women's shirt and a pair of black culottes. The upper part of the trousers was solid and the lower part was transparent tulle. The trousers made her legs look slender.

This was the first time I noticed her legs, they were long.

This outfit not only shows the strong side of a woman, but also does not lose the unique femininity of women.

She quickly walked to me, smiled and said, "Why, you don't welcome me?"

Her words contained an indescribable provocation and an unpredictable mood.

"General Manager Wan from Wanbaozhai came to our store, which is really brilliant."

"Before, I was guessing who had the courage to open an antique shop opposite Sihai Pavilion. I didn't expect it to be you, the giant Buddha. I never knew who you were. Can you give me a business card today?"

I handed her my business card.

"Gao Yang! Deputy general manager of Yawenxuan, that general manager is..." She looked at Ai Weiwei who was being interviewed, "Miss Ai?"

"Yes! Miss Ai is the owner of this company, I'm just a part-time worker."

She arrived suddenly, and I didn't hear how Ai Weiwei answered the reporter just now.

I looked at Ai Weiwei. Her expression was very natural and she seemed to have coped with it.

"Can you take me to see it?" Wan Xiyue said and entered the store directly.

I followed her.

As she looked around, she said: "This store is very uniquely decorated, and every detail has an indescribable charm."

"Ms. Wan deserves the award. Compared with Wanbaozhai, my store still has many shortcomings. I will need more guidance from Miss Wan in the future."

"Guide you?" Wan Xiyue's eyes were filled with confusion, "I don't dare to challenge anyone who dares to challenge Sihai Pavilion."

I didn't speak.

She asked: "Do you not know how powerful Sihai Pavilion is, or do you still want to go against him?"

"Miss Wan was joking. He drives his, and I drive mine. We each do our own business and don't interfere with each other."

"You can just do business in other stores. Everyone in the entire antique street and even the Youdu antique world knows that the Wang family and the Gu family have a deep hatred. No one has rented their store for many years, because they just don't want to get involved.

You're so smart, there's no way you don't know. If you say you're just doing business, I won't believe you anyway."

As she spoke, she looked at the Wangs and his wife: "Maybe you are the reinforcements invited by the Wang family."

"Whether it's the Wang family or the Sihai Pavilion. I just want to do some small business and make some money."

"It's a good idea to make a little money. This store is the largest store in Antique Street. It is so exquisitely decorated, but this is just a simple small business? Boss Gao, are you too modest?"
Chapter completed!