Madam, she's a full-time boss

On the other end of the phone, Gu Nan answered.

"Where are you?"

Huangfu Xixian looked towards the gate of Shunyuanju, which was 50 meters ahead.

"I've arrived at Shunyuan Residence."

"Please do me a favor."

at this time

The uncle walked out of the gate of Shunyuanju lonely with his backpack in his arms just like when he came.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Someone hurriedly followed behind him, the uncle turned around and saw a tall man in his forties chasing him out.

"Hello, my name is Huang Bing, and I am a merchant who collects antiques. Just now I saw that the landscape painting you took is very artistic, and I wanted to ask how much you plan to sell it for?"

The uncle frowned and pondered, his painting was stamped as a fake by Master Fan Zenghong, why would anyone still want this painting?

"Did you hear what Master Fan said just now? My painting is a fake."

Huang Bing chuckled with a shrewd look on his face.

"I know it's a fake, but I like to collect some ink paintings. Although your painting is not the real one of Wang Chongwen, the painting skills are not bad. I just want to buy it and keep it at home. Take it out once in a while to enjoy it. It can make you feel happy.”

The uncle shook his head secretly when he heard this.

I don’t understand the mentality of these collectors. I have to buy fakes at home. Is there room for appreciation?

Wouldn’t it be nice to have this money to buy a house, a car, and gold?

"Master Fan said just now that my painting is worth 4 to [-] yuan at most. Hey, although it is a fake, after all, it has been passed down from generation to generation from my great-grandfather. I don't plan to sell it. Yes, keeping it in your hand is also a thought.”

After the words fell, the uncle turned around and planned to leave.

"I'll give you 30." Huang Bing shouted behind him.

The uncle was shocked, and looked back at Huang Bing in disbelief.

He is an honest man, and he feels that his painting is not worth 30 yuan.

"Mr. Huang, you have lost money by spending 30 yuan on my painting."

"Hehe, I like this painting very much. Even if I owe it, I don't care. As long as you are willing to sell it, I can pay for it now."

The uncle was silent, and hope appeared again in that desperate heart.

30, just the cost of the child's surgery.

As long as he sells the painting, he can immediately go to the hospital to pay for the operation for the child.

Thinking of this, the uncle nodded excitedly.

"Okay, I'll sell it!"

A sharp light flashed in Huang Bing's eyes, and he said with a smile, "Give me a bank card number, and I'll transfer the money right now."

The uncle hurriedly took out a worn-out wallet from his backpack, took out a bank card from the wallet, and handed it over.

Just when Huang Bing was about to transfer the money, a group of people walked over here.

"Wait a moment!"

Huang Bing looked up, and when he saw someone coming, his face changed instantly.

"Tang Wei, what do you want to do?"

Huang Bing is the owner of Lao Taixiang's pawn shop. One of the two largest pawn shops in the ghost market is Yipintang, and the other is Lao Taixiang.

Because the scope of business they operate is similar, the bosses of the two companies have always had some grievances in private.

In particular, Huang Bing and Tang Wei were about the same age. The two grew up in the ghost city as long as they could remember.

Seeing Tang Wei, the first thought that flashed in Huang Bing's mind was that it would be a pain for this grandson to come looking for him again.

Tang Wei had a smile on his face, his eyes were crooked, like a thief fox, and the bottom of his eyes was full of contempt.

"Huang Xiaobing, what are you doing that has no conscience?" While speaking, Tang Wei glanced at the uncle.

He thought to himself: Just this uncle in all his clothes, he doesn't look like someone with treasures on him.

But when I thought that my aunt and grandma had personally confirmed it, I instantly put aside the slightest suspicion in my heart.

"Tang Wei, please remove the word "small" in the middle." Huang Bing was full of indignation.

This turtle grandson liked to call him "Huang Xiaobing" since he was a child. He felt that adding the word "Xiao" to his name half suppressed his arrogance.

This turtle grandson was obviously intentional.

"Hehe, we grew up together, it seems kind to call you Huang Xiaobing."

Huang Bing snorted coldly: "Don't tell me, we don't know each other well!"

Not wanting to talk nonsense with Tang Wei, Huang Bing turned his head to the uncle and said, "Brother, it's not convenient here, let's talk at the coffee shop next door."

The uncle nodded in a daze, ready to follow Huang Bing.

"Brother, if you really follow him, you will regret it."

The uncle was stunned, and turned to look at the boy who was talking.

The other party was wearing a high school uniform and looked very handsome, but there was a trace of rebellion in his eyes.

"Boy, what do you mean by that?"

Huangfu Xixian glanced at Huang Bing and sneered, "Uncle, how much did he pay for this painting?"

The uncle frowned, did they also come for this fake of themselves?

The uncle was dumbfounded.

what happened?Why is a fake still being fought over by them?

"30." The uncle said truthfully.

"Heh, for 30 yuan to buy an authentic work worth tens of millions, your heart is really dark." Huangfu Xixian gave Huang Bing a mocking look.

Huang Bing retorted unconvinced: "What is the real work? What do you know, brother? Brother Fan Zenghong has just personally identified this painting as a fake. It is not easy for me to meet my brother. I heard that he urgently needs to sell paintings to his family." out of good intentions, I decided to pay for this painting of my eldest brother, so that he can use the money to treat the child. If you don’t believe me, let my elder brother speak for himself.”

Uncle is a farmer, unlike a businessman who has too many detours.

He was quite touched by Huang Bing's words, and nodded quickly: "My painting is indeed a fake. Master Fan Zenghong said that this painting is worth 4 to [-] yuan at most."

Tang Wei said coldly: "Huang Xiaobing, when did you become so warm-hearted? This really doesn't look like you. Uncle, don't be fooled by him, listen to me, don't sell this painting for now."

The uncle was in a difficult situation for a while, and didn't know whether he should sell paintings or not.

Huangfu Xixian said: "Uncle, it was Miss Gu who asked us to come to you."

"Miss Gu?" The uncle was full of surprise.

Huangfu Xixian nodded: "Miss Gu, please go to Shunyuanju to meet. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it after we meet."

Huang Bing on the side hastily stopped.

"No, brother has already agreed to sell the painting to me, and I will pay for it soon, brother, you must not break your promise."

The uncle frowned and thought for a while.

He faintly felt that something was wrong with this matter.

My own painting has been identified as a fake by Master Fan, why do they still come to fight for it?

After hesitating for a while, the uncle looked at Huang Bing.

"Mr. Huang, I'm sorry, Ms. Gu is kind to me, I have to go see her first."

Huang Bing held a breath of anger in his heart, and the cooked duck flew away from his mouth. The taste was really uncomfortable.

"Okay then, if you still want to sell later, remember to call me, here is my business card." Huang Bing gave the uncle a bright card.

"Okay!" The uncle hurriedly accepted.

Tang Wei raised his eyebrows and looked at Huang Bing proudly.

"Huang Xiaobing, I heard that there are many good things in Shunyuanju tonight, let's compare who has a better vision."

After finishing the words, he greeted Huangfu Xixian, Cheng Tianyou and the uncle to enter Shunyuan residence together.