Urban Dreams Come True System

Chapter 23, I'm going to make a deal

"What do you mean, Nie Guangming?"

Mr. Qian was obviously a little angry. He was happy to praise Meng Zhen. The reason for asking Meng Zhen to be Mr. Long Eyes was to let Meng Zhen choose an antique that he liked, and then the old man would give it to him. , but this Nie Guangming wanted to ruin his own affairs.

"Is it not clear what I mean? This kid has no real skills at all. If you are not convinced, you can compete with my long-eyed gentleman."

Nie Guangming likes to suppress money, and thinks it is a very happy thing to suppress money.

"Yes, give it a try, Mr. Qian, brother, I support you."

"Let's try it, Mr. Qian, we can't let a guy from other places destroy the prestige of our Tianhai City."

Several bosses who had a good relationship with Mr. Qian spoke one after another.

They had always trusted Mr. Qian, so they naturally thought that Mr. Long Eyes, whom Mr. Qian had invited this time, was a master.

With the support of these few people, some other bosses who were watching the excitement wanted to watch a wonderful competition, and asked Mr. Qian to agree to the other party's request, because this was much more exciting than a pure auction.

Now Mr. Qian is a little bit hard to get off.

"Mr. Qian, you can't agree to their request. Mr. Meng probably has no knowledge of antiques."

Gao Qiang hastily reminded in a low voice.

Gao Qiang's meaning is obvious, a real competition will only bring humiliation.

"It seems that Qian is always scared. There is no way. Who told me that the long-eyed Mr. I invited today is too powerful. It is only natural for you to be afraid. From now on, in front of me, Nie Guangming, just keep being a turtle. .”

Baldy Nie was very happy and very proud. There are not many opportunities to humiliate Mr. Qian like this, especially in front of so many big bosses in Tianhai City.

"Baldy Nie, you are sure to compete, don't regret it."

The corner of Meng Zhen's mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, showing that he was confident in defeating the Mr. Palm Eye invited by Nie Guangming in terms of antiques.

Gao Qiang had seen Meng Zhen's self-confidence before. Although he didn't understand why Meng Zhen was so confident, he still silently chose to trust him.

In fact, Meng Zhen's self-confidence comes from himself.

Because just now, Meng Zhen accidentally activated his Angel Eye skill, and found that he could actually see through all the information about those antiques.

Just like the antique copper stove on the table in front of you, it seems to be an object from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, but the information given by the angel's eyes is that this copper stove is an item imitated in the Qing Dynasty, adding some Spring and Autumn The copper rust of the bronze wares during the Warring States period was put together and made old by special techniques.

Since the Qing Dynasty is very far away from now, and the old-fashioned technique is very clever, it is difficult for even brick-makers to distinguish the authenticity of it from the fake.

Of course, as an object of the Qing Dynasty, it can be considered a good thing.

With angel eyes, Meng Zhen naturally doesn't have to be afraid of Nie Guangming and the others.

"You are so brave. You dare to talk to me like that. Believe it or not, I will send someone over right now and break your leg."

Being called nicknames immediately made Nie Guangming very unhappy.

"Boy, if you dare to compare with me, you will die a miserable death."

The Mr. Zhangyan in the Chinese tunic also followed suit.

"Since you guys want to compete, I won't hide it, but as a competition, there must be a lottery, right?"

Meng Zhen liked the two in front of him more and more.

Since you are looking for abuse yourself, I will help you. Of course, I will also charge some interest, which can be counted as the hard work of the competition.

"I still want a lottery, this kid is too funny, I heard right."

Nie Guangming felt that he was suddenly amused by Meng Zhen, but he was not angry anymore.

Hey, this young man is still too impulsive. He may have some skills, but facing a seasoned veteran, if he doesn't lose, he is already burning incense and worshiping Buddha, and he still wants to get a lottery.

Many people shook their heads secretly, as if they had seen Meng Zhen's complete defeat.

"Mr. Meng, do you want to think about it again?"

Even Mr. Qian thought that it would be difficult for Meng Zhen to surpass the Mr. Zhangyan brought by Nie Guangming in the subject of antique appreciation.

"You don't have to think about it, I'm going to decide this lottery."

In Meng Zhen's eyes, this bald head is just a mallet. He thought he had hired a master appraiser, but he was not even a bird in his eyes.

Just in time, when the bald man believed that Meng Zhen must lose, this lucky man seemed to be able to gain weight.

"Old Qian, are you sure, he can represent what you mean."

Nie Guangming is a fine person. The match between Mr. Changyan and Meng Zhen that he invited represents his confrontation with Mr. Qian. The young man in front of him may be talking big, but once Mr. Qian agrees, he will not be afraid to change his mind. up.

Qian Lao gritted his teeth.

Well, if you lose, you lose. In order to make friends with a genius doctor, it is worth sacrificing even a little bit. Mr. Qian has figured it out. His wife still wants Meng Zhen to help with treatment, so he is not so stingy.

"Yes, no matter what lottery Mr. Meng decides, I will admit it."

As soon as Qian Lao opened his mouth, it was too late even for Gao Qiang to stop him.

Nie Guangming and the eye-hand master he was carrying looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

"I've made it clear that I, Nie Guangming, am not just a small character. If you want to fight against me, Nie Guangming, you need to win at least 1000 million yuan."

Nie Guangming was the lion's mouth all of a sudden, he thought he was sure of Meng Zhen.

Ha, a jackpot costs 1000 million, and today's lot may not have this price.

"Why don't you go grab it."

Gao Qiang was so frightened that 1000 million was not a small amount.

"It's up to each other according to their ability. How can you say whether to grab it or not? It's so hurtful."

The Mr. Zhangyan in the Chinese tunic suit had an expression of not taking the matter too seriously.

1000 million is all.

This amount was still within Mr. Qian's guess range, and he did not express any objection.

The people present immediately became interested and gathered around one after another.

It may be that there was a notification from the service staff, but Qin Bo, the owner of the club who has always kept a low profile, also made a rare appearance.

This is an amiable old man, he does not look like a mountain or dew, and it is impossible to tell how old he is, and no one present knows his exact age, but one thing is certain, this Uncle Qin is older than all the people present. They are older.

Uncle Qin walked between Mr. Qian and Nie Guangming.

"Since we have agreed that it's a lottery, no matter whether we win or lose, everyone can't make trouble for each other afterwards. I can be your witness."

Uncle Qin, the owner of the club, saw that today's lottery is not a small one, and he was afraid that everyone would hurt their peace here, so he naturally wanted to clarify.

You can play however you want, as you like, but don't cause trouble, and he won't stop you.

"Since Uncle Qin came forward, we wouldn't dare to make trouble in the clubhouse even if we had the guts of a bear, right?"

Nie Guangming said with a smile that his attitude towards Uncle Qin was still very respectful.

"But based on what Uncle Qin said, I have no objection."

Mr. Qian was also sincerely convinced.

(End of this chapter)