Countless people at the scene were immediately furious!
I raised the cricket jar and growled in a low voice: "If you don't agree, I'll pretend I've never picked up this thing."
"Everyone broke up in a hurry!"
Red maple leaves covered the walls of Beihai, and golden ginkgo trees filled the streets of Sanlihe.
One yellow leaf, the city is full of gold!
The most beautiful October in Yandu, silent and silent!
The footsteps of the prosperous age are getting closer and closer, and it can be clearly heard.
In the luxurious box of the Quanjude Headquarters, Mr. Li Zihua, a third-generation rich and coal-rich man, was slurping hot noodles, garlic and noodles, and he was sweating profusely.
But on the table with a diameter of four meters, not a single chopstick was touched on the sumptuous delicacies.
While chatting, Young Master Li Zihua also talked about the ridiculously cheap housing prices in Yandu City.
Just an hour ago, the third generation of coal purchased a five-story building with a total of ten large flats in Pangu Grand View opposite the Bird's Nest.
The money is not expensive, it only costs two trainloads of clean coal.
For today's coal bosses, whether it is a house or a car, it is generally not calculated in terms of money, but in terms of coal!
What is rare is that the third generation of Mei does not drink.
I don't drink either.
This made the Mongolian girl so angry that she scolded us two men for being worthless.
However, after drinking a bottle of 53-degree Feitian Moutai, the Mongolian girl no longer cared about me and Mei Sandai, but drank by herself and felt so happy.
There were fine wines and delicacies, and a commission of 10,000 yuan. The Mongolian girl was in a very beautiful mood.
After coming out of Rongbaozhai, the Mongolian girl got three paintings written by Wang Jingsong in Zhongtang and wanted to give them all to Mei Sandai.
But I deducted two pictures!
That's right.
Wang Jingsong only wrote three nave paintings for me, not eight.
Eight paintings is just my asking price. Wang Jingsong is ninety years old. If I really ask him to write eight paintings, he can do it, but the quality will definitely be unsatisfactory.
Moreover, these three nave paintings are all made of eight-foot rice paper!
If Old Despicable really wanted to finish writing it, he would probably have to put it in a box. Both the Mongolian girl and I have to be buried together.
At that time, Wang Jingsong wrote it out of anger.
No matter how angry he is, the moment he picks up the pen, the old despicable man's real skills come out.
Wang Jingsong grew up in a privileged family. Although she was not a descendant of the royal family, her ancestors produced several first-class officials.
During the Republic of China, his fathers were either princes or wealthy businessmen.
Even his grandparents and mother are celebrities in Jiangnan!
To this day, Wang Jingsong’s relatives are still active in China!
Among them, there are many feudal officials!
Up to now, there are still countless places in China without electricity, but eighty years ago, Wang Jingsong’s home only had electric lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs.
It can be said that his conditions at that time were much better than those of Puyi who was living as a seller.
Compared to the second prince Yuan Kewen, it was even more like heaven and earth.
In such an environment, Wang Jingsong’s only purpose in life was to play!
When the family was at its craziest, there was one room for crickets, another room for pigeons, two rooms for cats and dogs, and three hellebores.
The commendable thing is that this person not only knows how to play, but is also good at it!
Anything in his hands can be played to new heights, and he can play it to the point of becoming a national treasure master that convinces countless people.
This time, I went abroad to play, and met many royal princes who were also play-oriented. And gained the friendship of many foreign royal families.
The only time this person suffered was during the years when he jumped in line.
Even if he jumped in line, he played new tricks locally. Even the locals admire him with admiration.
In his own words, no one is happier than him.
The calligraphy of "Old Despicable" is also very good.
Calligraphy relies on nothing more than skill
Strength and energy in the chest.
The strength of the wrist relies on decades of unremitting training.
The spirit in the chest is the crystallization of personal experience and knowledge!
Although the power of the old mean man's wrists has faded away, the energy in his chest that I forced the Three Corpse Gods to beat was the reason why he wrote the running script, which is powerful, powerful, vigorous, and yet wild and agile.
These are probably the three best paintings of the central hall that Old Despicable has written in his life.
After completing three paintings of the nave in one go, the old man was exhausted and could only leave the rest of the stamping to others.
Paying one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, the old mean guy just told me to get out.
In the end, I got 400,000 in cash.
The third generation of coal received Wang Jingsong's autograph, and the Mongolian girl received a sponsorship of two million and a commission of 10,000.
In addition, he also received a god-grandson of a master appraisal expert.
There is a happy ending for all three of us.
In the end, it was Wang Jingsong who took on everything and became the wronged one!
Quoting the words of the great Mongolian grandson, that is, since the new century, I am the only one in the world who can ask for the title of the most stubborn old master.
I responded coldly to my godson, I wasn’t begging!
I take it!
Take it justly and aboveboard!
Looking back afterwards, the Mongolian girl still had lingering fears.
After we got the trophies, we were escorted out of Rongbaozhai by dozens of people.
To this day, I still remember those hundreds of endlessly hateful eyes!
Since then, I have been blacklisted by the entire Yandu antique shop circle. From now on, I will no longer have a place in this circle.
By the time Mei Sandai finished cooking the noodles, the food on the table was almost untouched.
I felt it was a pity and asked the waiter to pack everything. It attracted a lot of side glances from the big Mongolian girls.
With a wave of his hand, Mei Sandai asked the waiter to set up another table for me to take away.
After being rejected by me, Mei Sandai asked the waiter to bring him a piece of Maotai and two good cigarettes, but I also refused.
When we left the house to break up, Mei Sandai insisted on dragging me to go to the human world and heaven, but I refused.
The third generation of Mei was a little unhappy at this time, muttering that I don't know how to appreciate people.
I didn't want to argue with Mr. Mei at first, but his next words made me hand over a gold-gilt business card.
The next day was Monday, and I arrived at the office early.
After October, Yandu's working hours were also postponed from 8:00 to 8:30.
The weather is still very good, but there is already a thin layer of ice on the office windows.
Tu Laoliang, who had already figured out my routine, brought me a bottle of hot water.
I rewarded Haiye with two packs of cold dishes.
One of the packages was roast duck without a bite!
Seeing the outer packaging of Quanjude, Haiye was stunned: "Are you a serious duck?"
My face darkened, but Hai Ye was even angrier than me, and he shouted angrily: "Hai Ye, are you sure I deserve to eat such high-end food?"
After washing me, Tu Laoliang took the initiative to soak me in high sugar and stayed in the office.
"Haiye, are you always busy?"
"What can happen to me? Don't talk nonsense."
I picked up a hot towel and applied it to my hands: "I'll let you know a secret for free after I eat your old pot of local eggs."
bass!
Tu Laoliang straightened up and came over with a swipe of the broom: "How did *** know I was looking for you?"
"You're so evil. You're more accurate than the old fortune teller..."
I knocked on the table carelessly: "Cherish the opportunity."
