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The entrance of the Imperial Capital Museum.

Director Huang personally sent Lin Mo out of his museum.

After sending it out, the hospitality on his face disappeared, and his complexion returned to his usual office appearance. With his hands behind his back, he walked back to his office as if declaring his sovereignty.

After returning to the office.

The Chief of the Finance Section walked in.

As soon as he came in, he said to Director Huang: "Director Huang, this is the bill for the goods received just now, please take a look, if there is no problem, I will follow the procedure."

"En." Director Huang took the bill, glanced at it casually, and then signed his name.

After signing the name, the section chief, who had nothing to do, couldn't help asking.

"curator."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm a little curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"I just heard from our colleague that the things you received today are two modern counterfeit handicrafts. How can they be worth so much money?" People who work in museums are somewhat interested in antiques, so I asked this question Not surprising either.

Director Huang didn't talk nonsense, and showed the section chief the two things that Lin Mo sold to the museum.

The section chief took it into his hand and observed it carefully for a while, then said: "Curator, did you take it wrong? How does this look like a modern handicraft?"

"It's not wrong, it's a counterfeit." Curator Huang said calmly after taking a sip of the water in the thermos.

"Okay." The chief was shocked.

Just the next second, he was puzzled again.

"Curator, that's not right. I read on the bill that the painting is worth 500,000 yuan and the bottle is 200,000 yuan. This painting is worth 500,000 yuan. I recognize it. After all, Tang Bohu's painting of a lady blowing a flute is the real thing." It is worth tens of millions, and if it is imitated at this level, it is reasonable to sell it for 500,000 yuan, but even if it is genuine, the official bottle from the Song Dynasty would only cost 800,000 yuan, so why did you pay 200,000 yuan?"

As soon as this word came out.

Curator Huang showed an intriguing smile.

"Curator, don't hide it, tell me." The section chief himself was trained by the curator Huang himself, and he was one of his confidantes, so he didn't speak too restrainedly.

"I'll ask you a question." Curator Huang didn't hide his secrets and asked a question.

"You ask."

"Whose money is it?"

"Whose money is it? It's the money!!" The section chief understood immediately, and immediately showed an expression of enlightenment.

"Xiao Jiang, 200,000 is really not worth it. Both you and I know this, but think about it, if the price I give is lower, will this person named Lin Mo feel that I am humiliating you?" he?"

"Yeah!" Chief Jiang nodded like a chicken eating rice.

"But if I am satisfied with the price, who will he be grateful to?" Director Huang continued to ask.

"It must be you."

"That's it." Director Huang said with a smile.

After listening to Director Huang's words, Section Chief Jiang was already cast down.

"Understood, understood!!!"

"The curator is worthy of being the curator. You have played the trick of borrowing flowers to present Buddha."

Section Chief Jiang's words were really not flattery, but admiration from the bottom of his heart.

After savoring these words carefully, he saw great wisdom in them.

Think about it, if Director Huang lowers the price, then Lin Mo will be somewhat displeased, and his displeasure will definitely not be recorded on the museum, it will be 100% recorded on Director Huang.

On the contrary, if the curator directly offered a high price, Lin Mo would naturally be grateful, but who would he be grateful for? Naturally, I am grateful to Director Huang.

Thinking of this, how could Section Chief Jiang not be in awe?

"Learn slowly." Curator Huang was very satisfied with Section Chief Jiang's expression, got up and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly.

"Curator, don't worry, I will be your soldier for the rest of my life, and I will do whatever you teach me." Section Chief Jiang was not stupid, and immediately expressed his loyalty.

"Do things well, your responsibilities will increase in the future!" Curator Huang also immediately drew a big cake for his confidant's loyalty.

"Okay." Section Chief Jiang cooperatively ate the pie, and left the office after returning.

When Curator Huang was the only one left in the office, not long after he was working at his desk, a phone rang on his landline.

Hearing the ringtone of the landline, Director Huang didn't dare to neglect, so he answered it immediately.

"Hi, I'm Huang Zhijie."

"The delegation of the National Higher School of Fine Arts in Paris temporarily changed its mind and visited our museum tomorrow?

"Okay, I'll take care of you!"

"All right, all right, leader."

"Nothing will go wrong, I promise!"

After hanging up the phone, Curator Huang's face darkened. After thinking for a while, he immediately called the secretary.

After the secretary came in, he also gave instructions.

"Convene all the leaders above the middle level for an impromptu meeting to discuss the reception of the "Paris National Academy of Fine Arts Delegation"!"

"Good curator." The secretary nodded immediately, and then hurriedly informed every relevant leader.

In the hotel, Lin Mo lay on the soft quilt and opened Anjuke with his mobile phone.

As soon as he had 700,000 in his possession, he considered buying a house.

Although he knows that his money is not enough to buy a house, but if there is a suitable house, he is ready to make a down payment first.

With this in mind, Lin Mo quickly began to browse the information on the house-buying software.

After watching for about half an hour, Lin Mo started to scold her.

"The developer of Dog Day!"

"Why is the house price so expensive?"

Lin Mo didn't want to swear, but after seeing the house price, he really couldn't help it.

The city he lives in is a provincial capital city, which is an ordinary first-tier city in China.

But in this ordinary first-tier city, the average price of housing prices is outrageous.

House prices outside the city are around 20,000.

Housing prices in the urban area range from 30,000 to 50,000.

If it is a house in a special location, the house price can reach a terrifying 70,000 to 80,000.

Under this housing price, it is normal for Lin Mo to scold her mother.

"Hey!" After complaining, Lin Mo couldn't help but sighed.

At first, he naively thought that 700,000 yuan would be enough to pay for a house, but now it seems that 700,000 yuan is not enough for the down payment.

In particular, the house he wants to buy must have a larger dedicated workshop. Under this restriction, he must buy a 200-square-meter house.

Calculated based on the average price of 40,000 yuan, two hundred square meters equals eight million yuan. In other words, if the down payment is 30% several times, he would need two million four hundred thousand yuan to buy a set.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo emo.

And just when he fell into emo, a system prompt sounded in his ear.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for completing the main task and getting a lucky draw chance."

"Ding Dong, please host to get 300,000 fans within three months."

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for completing the main task and getting a lucky draw chance."

"Ding Dong, please host to get 1 million popularity points within six months, currently: 500117/1000000"

After listening to the system's prompt, Lin Mo, who was originally frowning, was suddenly happy.

He never expected that the third task of the system would be completed directly, and this time he would get two chances to draw a lottery. This wave was a surprise!

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