Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

Around eleven o'clock.

Huang Yan returned home and heard from his mother that Li Cunxi wanted to stay, so he hurried to the back room.

Li Cunxi was laying the floor, and explained with a smile: "Something happened at home, and I have to deal with you all night."

"Brother Xie, you are treating me poorly. When you come to my house, how can I ask you to lay the floor on the floor? Hurry up and get into bed, and I will get you water to wash your feet."

Without saying a word, Huang Yan helped the person to the bed.

It was hard to reject the warm hospitality, so Li Cunxi could only occupy the magpie's nest. The two of them washed up, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

"Brother Xie, are you asleep?"

Huang Yan asked.

"No."

Li Cunxi replied.

"Then let me report today's performance to you?"

"Ah."

"The sunglasses I'm responsible for had a big hit today, with 88 pairs sold and a sales volume of 4400 yuan."

"The jeans are also good, 220 pairs were sold, and all 81 pairs were sold, but the men's small size is out of stock."

"It is true that the number of Liang sold is less, only more than 1000. The reason is that several night markets have also switched to selling clothes."

"As expected."

Li Cunxi smiled.

It is estimated that in a few days, there will be people who are jealous of the good sales of their jeans and will be looking for jeans from all over the world.

Although there is little information in this era, nothing is difficult in the world, only those who are willing can do it.

Once there is competition, their era of huge profits is over.

Silent all night.

The next morning.

Bai Maoqi took the money and came to the five alleys of Fuchang Street near the overpass.

He thought that if Li Cunxi could find something here, he would definitely buy an antique that the factory director would like.

It's a pity that after all, it's a lively place for outsiders. Along the way, everything seems real, but everything seems fake.

I shopped all the way and ended up buying nothing.

Just when he was about to leave.

A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks came over and asked: "Brother, do you want antiques?"

Bai Maoqi said coldly: "Nonsense, I came to the cultural relics store and don't want antiques. Is it possible to buy an enamel jar?"

"That's a good feeling. I have a lot of good things in my stall. Do you want to take a look?"

The monkey-faced man said mysteriously.

Bai Maoqi hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "It's okay to have a look."

"You're tired, come with me to the alley next to you."

The monkey-faced man made a gesture of invitation.

Bai Maoqi put his hands behind his back and walked forward in style.

The two of them turned into another alley, which also sold groceries, but there were fewer people setting up stalls compared to the five alleys.

The monkey-faced man led Bai Maoqi to the long stall in the middle. The nearly five-meter-long stall was filled with all kinds of porcelain and ornaments.

Bai Maoqi picked up a brightly colored bowl and wondered about it for a while.

The monkey-faced man smiled and introduced: "You have really poisonous eyes. This is an enamel thousand-leaf lotus bowl. It was used by the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. It is our treasure at the bottom of the box."

"Hmph, don't fool me. There is no enamel in the Qing Dynasty. You are a fake."

Bai Maoqi followed Li Cunxi's counteroffer routine and deliberately said it was fake.

As soon as this word comes out.

The monkey-faced man was stunned.

There was no enamel in the Qing Dynasty, so when did it become available?

Obviously, the person in front of me is a fool who is pretending to be smart.

Kaizi was sent to his door. If he didn’t kill him now, he would wait for a while longer.

He calmly took back the enamel bowl and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to meet an expert like you. This thing is indeed fake and makes you laugh."

"Hmph, it's good to know that I'm an expert."

Bai Maoqi was very proud, and then said: "I don't like twists and turns. Do you have a pastel plate here?"

He remembered that Li Cunxi bought the pastel plate from a street stall. After the factory director Lu received it, he was so happy that he made him the deputy director.

Therefore, he also planned to give a pastel plate to please Director Lu.

"Have."

Monkey Face put the bowl back on the stall, opened a box, and took out a fancy plate.

Bai Maoqi's eyes lit up.

The one in front of me is better than Li Cunxi's in terms of the complexity of the painting and the size of the plate. If you give it away, Director Lu will definitely be satisfied.

However, he still said without changing his expression: "Are you telling the truth? I remember there was no pastels during the Yongzheng period."

Monkey Face was confused again.

Pastels appeared during the Yongzheng period. How could they not exist during the Yongzheng period?

However, the reason why his fake product couldn't be sold was because the money was printed wrongly.

So he turned the plate over and revealed the bottom line.

"Look at the stamp. It was made in the Zhengde year of the Ming Dynasty, not the Yongzheng year, so it is genuine."

"Well, it is indeed genuine."

Bai Maoqi nodded pretendingly, and then asked: "How much will it cost?"

The monkey face held out five fingers.

"Five hundred? Isn't it too expensive?"

Bai Maoqi frowned.

Monkey Face actually only wanted fifty dollars. If the other party counter-offered, ten dollars would be acceptable. After all, this stuff was too fake.

"You can say as much as you want."

"two hundred."

"No way, it's too little, at least 450 yuan."

"I don't care about the 300 yuan. If I sell it, I'll sell it. If I don't sell it, I'll get it."

"You are forcing me, that's all. Who told us to be in a hurry for money, otherwise we wouldn't sell our ancestors' things. You take the money and I will wrap it up for you."

Monkey Face handed over the plate with a distressed expression.

Bai Maoqi paid with satisfaction, took the plate, and went straight to the garment factory.

Garment factory office.

The secretary knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

Lu Changgui shouted.

The secretary walked in and said with a smile: "Director Lu, Xu's vice president Xu Yanran said that he would cancel the lunch dinner."

Lu Changgui snorted: "Huh, these overseas Chinese, relying on their special status, really treat me as a little brat who shouts around? Sooner or later, I will make them look good! I know about this. By the way, in the future, let's let the Xu family's affairs Deputy Factory Director Liu can just contact them, I don’t have time to greet them.”

"it is good."

The secretary walked out backwards.

Lu Changgui returned to his lazy look, turned on the radio, crossed his legs, and fell asleep through radio programs.

I do not know how long it has been.

There was another knock on the door.

Lu Changgui turned off the radio again, sat upright and said, "Come in."

Bai Maoqi opened the door, nodded and bowed and called, "Hello, Director Lu."

When Lu Changgui saw it was Bai Maoqi, his face immediately turned cold and he criticized: "You are not the workshop director now. If an ordinary employee wants to find me, he has to ask your direct leader for instructions. There are no rules at all. I was really blind at the time. Promote you.”

Bai Maoqi didn't dare to be a bit strange, and still said with an apologetic smile: "Director Lu, I know what I did was wrong, so I brought something to make amends to you."

"Oh?"

Lu Changgui raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Close the door first."

"it is good."

Bai Maoqi closed the office door, walked carefully to Lu Changgui, took out the pastel plate, and handed it to Lu Changgui: "It's not respectful to be careful."

When Lu Changgui saw the exquisite painting on the plate, his expression moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "Haha, this is what Xiao Li picked for you, right?"

"I picked it myself and don't care about his affairs."

How could Bai Maoqi let Li Cunxi take credit?

"Oh."

Lu Changgui picked up the plate and looked at it carefully. Looking at the front, it was indeed a good thing. He probably couldn't buy it for thousands of foreign exchange coupons.

But when he turned over to the back, his expression suddenly changed.

Ming Zhengde?

Pastels appeared during the reigns of Yongzheng and Qianlong, but did not exist in the Ming Dynasty.

Obviously.

This stuff is fake.

What a Bai Maoqi, using such a fake thing to fool him, do you really think he is a fool?

Think about it.

He threw the plate on the table and said coldly: "You piece of shit, you dare to bribe me, I won't let you off this time."

Lu Changgui picked up the landline and dialed the internal line: "Security Department, come here to catch a criminal who paid bribes."

When Bai Maoqi heard that he was going to be arrested, he immediately panicked: "Director Lu, what do you mean by this? Does it mean you don't like the thing?"

Lu Changgui said righteously: "Humph, I am honest and honest, and I am not a bribe-taker at all. Since you dare to hit the muzzle of the gun, then you can work in a brothel."

"But you have collected antiques from my brother-in-law, more than once!"

Bai Maoqi argued.

"Fart, Bai Maoqi, I'm warning you, you have to provide evidence when you speak. You can bribe me now, no matter how big or small, but if you dare to slander me, I guarantee that you will never get out of the brothel in your life."

Lu Changgui warned with a ferocious face.

"If I don't tell you, please spare my life. I don't dare to bother you anymore."

Bai Maoqi was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

A cold light flashed in Lu Changgui's eyes.

He didn't understand why Li Cunxi, a very smart person, allowed his uncle to make stupid mistakes again and again.

However, after all, he had something in Li Cunxi's hands, so he didn't want to cause too much trouble. He would first lock up Bai Maoqi for a few days, suffer some hardships, and then find a reason to fire him directly.