"Hello? Are you the manager of the infield meeting?" Mi Hanshan asked directly, while the security guard looked pale.
"Excuse me, sir, who are you?"
Mi Hanshan did not introduce himself any more and directly reported his name. When the manager on the other end of the phone heard this, his tone immediately became flattering and flattering: "It's Mr. Mi! Is there anything you need me to do?"
Mi Hanshan glanced at the security guard, frowned, and said, "I think the quality of your on-site security personnel needs to be improved. I wonder if you have time to deal with this matter."
"Yes!...Of course!"
"Really? Since you are not here, I understand that you are too busy at work and can't come over." Mi Hanshan mocked.
"Mr. Mi, what are you talking about? We, the people in charge, are here to solve your problem. Please give me two minutes and I'll be there right away!"
In that flash of lightning, manager Zhou Bingkun grabbed the phone and hurried from the backstage to the front desk. Although his steps were fast, he always held the phone carefully, not daring to relax at all.
Only when Mi Hanshan hung up the phone on his own initiative did he dare to put the phone down gently.
Zhou Bingkun rushed to the scene quickly and recognized Mi Hanshan at a glance. He strode up to him and extended his right hand enthusiastically: "Hello, Mr. Mi!"
"It's our honor to have you here. Once you go in, there are many objects that need your attention."
If Mi Hanshan chooses to leave because he is dissatisfied with the on-site arrangement, this will undoubtedly become big news in the industry tomorrow.
It is foreseeable that subsequent ghost market meetings will also face a huge crisis of trust and may even be unable to continue.
Zhou Bingkun cannot afford the consequences. If this matter is not handled properly, he will be the one who leaves in the end.
Fortunately, Mi Hanshan didn't seem to mean to deliberately embarrass him. He shook his hand, glanced at his name badge, and then asked: "Are you Manager Zhou? I'm curious about how you educate and manage your employees. "
Zhou Bingkun immediately said seriously: "I don't know in what ways our staff have offended Mr. Mi. If there is anything inappropriate, please point it out directly to Mr. Mi and I will strictly require them to correct it."
"I'm not offended..." Mi Hanshan said, then put his hand on Jin Buhuan's shoulder, "but my friend was offended."
"I originally made an appointment with a friend to enter the infield together, but the security guard stopped him mercilessly, which made me very disappointed."
Mi Hanshan deliberately emphasized the tone of the word "friend", which invisibly increased the importance of Jin Buhuan.
"Ah?!" Zhou Bingkun glared at the security guard dissatisfied, then turned to Jin Buhuan and said, "Since he is Mr. Mi's friend, he must have a first-rate appreciation of antiques, and he is also a famous figure in the antique world, right?" "
Jin Buhuan was about to respond with "no", but Mi Hanshan said first, "Of course, otherwise how could you catch my eye."
After finishing his words, Mi Hanshan looked at Jin Buhuan and told him that there was no need to be polite and that if he was wronged, just speak out.
Jin Buhuan felt confident. He pointed at the security guard and said, "Since someone has asked, I don't mind telling everyone what happened just now."
"I know very well the qualification requirements for entering the infield, which is to own an antique worth ten times more than one's personal income. The vase in my hand just meets this requirement. If you don't believe it, you are welcome to invite any appraiser for professional appraisal ."
"The security guard not only refused to let me authenticate, but blocked me from the door unreasonably and refused to listen to my explanation at all."
"Is this the performance of your security personnel? Their quality is really questionable."
The security guard's expression changed after hearing this. He had no idea that Jin Buhuan had Mi Hanshan's support behind his back. This undoubtedly caused big trouble for him.
Chu Haodong is no longer qualified to be a shield. Even if he moves out of Chu's house, he still can't withstand Mi Hanshan's intimidation.
Cold sweat broke out on the security guard's forehead, his eyes flickered. He looked down at Zhou Bingkun, whose face became increasingly gloomy, and stammered: "Manager... you listen to my explanation, I... he..."
"Who do you think you are!" Zhou Bingkun took a step forward, his eyes full of anger, and then slapped the opponent hard on the face.
The security guard suddenly lost his balance, his feet were unstable, and his body's center of gravity shifted, causing him to fall to the other side.
"What is your identity? How dare you be rude to Mr. Mi's friends! Before, I only made you a guard at the infield meeting and gave you a promotion and a raise. Do you think you can do whatever you want?"
"No! No! No!" The security guard said no three times in a row and tried to hug Zhou Bingkun's thigh.
Zhou Bingkun kicked him away without any mercy: "Go away! You ungrateful person! Pack your things quickly and disappear!"
"Manager, I really need this job. My family's financial situation is not very good. There are seniors and young children. Now that I lose my job, I can't survive!"
The manager showed no mercy and only gave me three minutes to pack my things. The security guard saw the seriousness of the situation. He knew that the manager had no room for recovery, so he chose to leave gracefully.
After he picked up the things, he was about to leave quietly when Jin Buhuan suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."
The security guard mistakenly thought that Jin Buhuan was still pestering him. His face turned red with anger, his eyes widened, and he shouted loudly: "I'm already unemployed, what else do you want?!"
Jin Buhuan just raised the vase in his hand casually and said, "I don't mean to do anything to you, I just want you to understand the value of this vase."
"I didn't rely on Brother Mi's relationship to get into the infield meeting, but I really relied on my own strength to get in."
Mi Hanshan touched his chin and listened quietly. He was full of curiosity about the origin of this vase from the beginning.
Zhou Bingkun was also deeply attracted by this vase. He stared at the vase intently, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Although this vase has nothing special in appearance, its structure is quite exquisitely designed."
Jin Buhuan nodded in agreement: "Yes, when most people see this vase, they will first notice its structure."
"But you will soon find that the glaze color on this vase is not uniform. The glaze color on the lower half is not only asymmetrical, but also applied very unevenly. Some corners are even missing, making it look like a fake."
"Before the early Ming Dynasty, the production technology of the official kiln was not fully mature, which gave the three-color bottles of that period a unique charm. I want to make it clear that this is the treasure of the official kiln before the early Ming Dynasty that we are discussing - Three-color bottle.”
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"Real or fake? Three-color vase... I don't know what a three-color vase is, but what is certain is that the price of porcelain bottles before the early Ming Dynasty is definitely not cheap."
Zhou Bingkun rubbed his hands and asked tentatively: "Sir, this bottle looks really good. You must have spent a lot of money when you bought it, right?"
Jin Buhuan smiled with satisfaction: "Your entrance fee is ten times. This bottle was worth at least two million before the early Ming Dynasty!"
Jin Buhuan gestured with a number, and people gasped, because they had already expected that the three-color bottle was worth a lot of money. At the same time, they lamented in their hearts why such good things did not happen to them.
Mi Hanshan continued: "So, you only spent 200,000 yuan to buy this three-color bottle?"
Jin Buhuan shook his head and clarified: "It's not two hundred thousand, it's twenty thousand!"
