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Chapter 11

Zhuo Chenguang was tasting tea in the private room, when he saw Qin Fei coming in, he immediately became enthusiastic and stood up to greet him.

"Xiaoqin, welcome."

He stretched out his hand to hold Qin Fei's arm, and said kindly, "I was looking for you for tea, but you came here unexpectedly. We really have a good understanding."

"Old Zhuo, didn't I bother you?" Qin Fei was a little flattered, but he didn't expect Mr. Zhuo to be so polite.

"Where, hurry up, please sit down. Waiter, serve tea, serve good tea."

Seeing this, Lin Shurong was dumbfounded for a long time, she didn't expect Elder Zhuo to respect Xiao Fei so much.

She looked at Qin Fei with incomparable curiosity in her beautiful eyes, and secretly felt puzzled in her heart, how could this kid climb up to Mr. Zhuo?
"Old Zhuo, this is my boss and my best friend Lin Shurong." After a few words of pleasantries, Qin Fei began to introduce Sister Rong to Elder Zhuo.

After the two parties got acquainted, Qin Fei went straight to the topic and said, "Old Zhuo, Sister Rong has a Buddhist relic bead in her hand, and she wants to ask you to help drill the eyes."

After saying this, he winked at Sister Rong.

Lin Shurong understood, and hurriedly took out the Buddhist relic bead from her pocket, and handed it carefully to Elder Zhuo.

Zhuo Chenguang took the beads and took a closer look, his eyes lit up immediately: "The hand feels delicate and soft like jade. If I read correctly, this bead has a century-old skill!"

"Not bad, where did you get this treasure?" Zhuo Lao's voice was a little excited.

As soon as these words came out, Qin Fei and Lin Shurong looked at each other.

Lin Shurong became even more curious about Qin Fei. If he hadn't insisted on letting herself buy the incense scorpion, she would not have gotten this century-old relic!

"Old Zhuo, according to your judgment, how much is this Buddhist bead worth?" Qin Fei pursed his lips, and turned his eyes to Elder Zhuo.

"The current market price is around one million, and it has great collection value."

"Then do you know any friends in this field? We want to sell the Buddha beads." Qin Fei glanced at Sister Rong, and directly explained to Elder Zhuo why he came here.

Zhuo Chenguang was slightly taken aback, and was silent for a second.

After taking a sip of tea, he looked at Qin Fei with piercing eyes: "It happens that I am very interested in these Buddhist beads. If you really want to sell them, why don't you sell them to me?"

"That's what you can ask for." Qin Fei agreed decisively without even thinking about it.

He knew that Sister Rong had the same idea, and wished he could sell the Buddha beads to Mr. Zhuo.

After all, Mr. Zhuo has a high position and authority, and is the vice president of the Yucheng Antiques Association, so you can be assured of doing business with him.

"Then it's a deal, 100 million, I'll take this prayer bead!"

Zhuo Chenguang was a straightforward person. After negotiating the price, he immediately transferred 100 million to Lin Shurong.

After completing the transaction, Mr. Zhuo raised his teacup and said with a smile, "Xiaoqin, if you have any playthings in the future, just bring them to me. Let's discuss and learn from each other."

"Thank you Mr. Zhuo for looking up to me. I will replace wine with tea, and I respect you." Qin Fei raised his teacup, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Good boy, I like you more and more now!"

"Come on, have some tea."

Zhuo Lao took a sip of his tea, unable to close his mouth with joy.

After drinking tea and exchanging pleasantries, Qin Fei said goodbye to Zhuo Chenguang, "Old Zhuo, you are busy first, I won't bother you, and I will visit you another day."

Then he took Sister Rong and left the private room.

When she walked out of the teahouse, Lin Shurong was so curious that she hurriedly asked, "Xiao Fei, how did you know Mr. Zhuo?"

"It's a coincidence that I bought a porcelain square pot on Kowloon Street, and Mr. Zhuo just happened to take a fancy to it and bought the pot from me." Qin Fei briefly described what happened.

After listening, Lin Shurong's eyes straightened, "My boy, I really admire you, so I can climb up to Zhuo Lao!"

"Maybe it's my luck." Qin Fei scratched his head.

"To be able to climb up to Zhuo Lao, your kid is really lucky."

"I can't help it. After staying with a beautiful woman like you for a long time, it's easy to be lucky... Ah, hiss."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Fei felt a sudden sharp pain in his waist. He grinned his teeth in pain and took several breaths.

Lin Shurong stretched out her hand to pinch the tender flesh on Qin Fei's waist, "Brat, what do you mean?"

"It hurts, it hurts, sister Rong...Grandma, please let go."

"Sister Rong, I mean, you are my goddess, you can bring me good luck... Hurry up, let go of your hands."

"Stinky boy, dare to scold me, let's see how I can handle you." Lin Shurong smiled triumphantly, and then slowly let go of her hands.

Qin Fei clutched his pinched waist and took several steps back, "Sister Rong, you are a tigress, you can pinch people at every turn, who will dare to marry you in the future?"

"You brat, are you still scolding me?" Lin Shurong clenched her fists, bared her teeth and prepared to attack again.

"Mom!"

Qin Fei shrank his neck in fright, turned around and ran away.

As soon as he thought of the tender pain in his waist, he no longer had the courage to approach this woman.

After a fight, the two arrived at the door of a calligraphy and painting shop without knowing it.

Many customers surrounded the shop, commenting on the calligraphy and paintings inside, and from time to time someone bid to buy it.

Here are all famous calligraphy and paintings, the cheap ones are 30 to [-] yuan, and the highest ones are [-] to [-] yuan.

"Xiao Fei, when did you become interested in calligraphy and painting?" Seeing him stop, Lin Shurong frowned slightly, and couldn't help asking questions.

In my impression, Qin Fei is a bored boy who has no interest in these elegant things.

"No, I just took a look."

Qin Fei's two eyeballs flicked around, looking through the perspective to look at the things in the store, to see if he could catch any omissions.

"Joining in for fun." Lin Shurong complained, but still accompanied Tan Fei into the calligraphy and painting shop.

"Rong Rong..."

As soon as she entered the calligraphy and painting shop, she heard a familiar shout.

Zhao Sihai licked his old face and followed in, flatteringly said: "Rongrong, I know you like calligraphy and painting, I have time today, and I will choose with you."

"I'm not interested in calligraphy and painting, I just accompany Xiaofei to go around."

When Lin Shurong saw the dog skin plaster, her expression was cold, and she deliberately moved her body closer to Qin Fei.

This small move made Zhao Sihai feel mixed feelings, worse than eating shit.

He gritted his teeth, and hit Qin Fei who was just looking at the flowers: "Silly boy, what do you look at, here are all celebrities' calligraphy and paintings, ranging from tens of thousands to as many as two to three hundred thousand. You are a small shop boy, you buy Can you afford it?"

"Who says you can't watch if you can't afford it?"

Qin Fei refuted, and continued to turn on the perspective to scan the calligraphy and paintings in the store.

"If you can't afford it, don't embarrass yourself here!"

Zhao Sihai squeezed Qin Fei away and shouted to the boss with great pride: "Take out the most expensive calligraphy and painting here and show it to me!"

Qin Fei stole the limelight at the teahouse just now, so he wanted to take advantage of this to pretend to be aggressive and show off in front of Lin Shurong.

"Hey, here you come, boss, you can tell by your temperament that you are a rich man. Just wait, I'll get someone to fetch your calligraphy and painting!"

The owner of this store is a slick guy, his eyes rolled around Zhao Sihai's body, and when he saw the big gold necklace around his neck, he knew that the fat customer was coming.

"I said boss, you are the largest calligraphy and painting shop in Literati Street anyway, why don't you take care of security and let all cats and dogs come in?"

Taking advantage of the time when the buddy went to fetch the painting, Zhao Sihai was in a strange mood.

The boss then turned his attention to Qin Fei, and saw that he was wearing a plain T-shirt and denim, looking very poor.

And I was still looking around in front of the rows of calligraphy and paintings, and suddenly understood something, and my face sank...

(End of this chapter)