Excellent little farmer

I nodded and said softly: "I have handed it over, Mayor Shang. I was indeed not calm enough in handling this case and was a little too emotional."

Shang Tingsong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Young people like to be loyal and help their friends. This is understandable. However, things in officialdom are sometimes very complicated. If you don't pay attention, it will happen. If you get angry, you should be extra careful when dealing with similar things in the future.”

I felt warm in my heart and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mayor Shang, for reminding me. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Shang Tingsong put out the cigarette, flicked it out, turned on the car stereo, played a soothing music, and asked knowingly: "Xiaoquan, didn't you buy this car by yourself?"

"No, my friend is lending me a car for a few days. How can I afford such an expensive car?" I drove through the intersection and laughed.

"That friend of yours is so generous!"

Shang Tingsong smiled knowingly, but did not clarify the topic. After thinking for a long time, he pondered: "Now is the time when we are short of people. I wanted to transfer you to work next to me, but since the secretary-general has taken a fancy to him, I will I won’t argue with him anymore.”

I frowned slightly and said softly: "Mayor Shang, if you really need it, I can completely push it away."

Shang Tingsong waved his hand and said meaningfully: "No, it is more beneficial to go there. You can learn a lot of developments, but after you go, you must keep in touch."

My heart skipped a beat, and I knew what he meant, so I said in a low voice, "I understand, please don't worry."

Shang Tingsong smiled, then squinted his eyes and leaned against the car window, frowning, as if he was thinking about some difficult problem, and did not speak for a long time.

The car left Qingyang and got on the highway. After driving smoothly for more than four hours, we finally arrived at the provincial capital Yuzhou City. We arrived at a three-star hotel, booked a room, had a quick lunch, and took a rest. Tingsong called everyone together in the guest room of the hotel and held a mobilization meeting to attract investment.

At the meeting, Shang Tingsong did not follow the script, but spoke impromptu, giving a simple and concise explanation of the investment promotion tasks, and then assigned the tasks. They will gather again at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and the director of the management committee, Meng Xiaolin, will personally Leading the team, we went to the meeting to attract investment. He and I had other arrangements and would not attend the investment meeting for the time being.

I was a little surprised, but I didn’t ask any questions. After the meeting ended, everyone left one after another. Shang Tingsong left me alone in the room and played two games of chess. Then he threw down the chess pieces, walked to the window, and dialed a On the phone, he whispered a few words, and after hanging up the phone, he waved his hand: "Let's go out and choose some gifts for the old leader."

I said hello, accompanied Shang Tingsong downstairs, got into the car, and drove to the busiest commercial street in Yuzhou City.

Halfway through the road, Shang Tingsong suddenly changed his mind, pointed to a small alley on the west side of the road, and said softly: "Xiaoquan, go through here, and let's go to the antique market. The old man is at home and likes to play with antiques. Only by doing what you like can you get twice the result with half the effort!”

Knowing that he was teaching by words and deeds, I smiled slightly and without saying a word, I drove the car straight into the alley, twisted and twisted my way out of the alley, and came to a side street. I saw that the stores on both sides of the street were decorated. It is antique and charming, and there are some distinctive archways that are very eye-catching. If you hadn't seen all kinds of cars passing by on the street, you would have thought you had traveled back to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

After parking the car, I walked with Shang Tingsong, walking from door to door along the antique shops on the street, savoring the dazzling array of porcelain, calligraphy, paintings and other antiques. It’s also relaxing and comfortable.

It can be seen that Shang Tingsong is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he also has a lot of research on antiques. For some antiques that cannot be distinguished from the age and authenticity, he can always quote the classics, discuss them with the shopkeeper, and even catch them. Loopholes, making people unable to make excuses.

The two walked around for half an hour and visited more than a dozen stores. After careful selection, Shang Tingsong finally settled on a piece of porcelain.

It was a Longquan phoenix ear vase. The vase was not big, only about 17 or 18 centimeters in height, but the workmanship was extremely fine. The glaze was pink and green, as ice-like as jade, and the shape was simple, dignified and elegant. It was attractive, but the price was quite high. Some.

The shop owner asked for 250,000 yuan at the beginning. After many haggling, he finally settled on the price and settled the deal for 180,000 yuan.

Shang Tingsong didn't bring enough cash with him, so he asked me to guard him in the store. He took his passbook and went to a nearby bank to withdraw money. I was afraid that it would be unsafe on the road, so I followed him out quickly and whispered: "Mayor Shang, let's go together. Go ahead, be careful of being watched."

"No, just keep an eye on the bottle. The shop owner missed this treasure. It should be worth at least this amount!" Shang Tingsong lowered his voice and raised his hand to indicate that the bottle was worth more than half a million.

Seeing that Mayor Shang Da, who was usually solemn and solemn, actually showed a profiteer-like smile at this time, I also found it interesting, so I smiled and said: "Okay, Mayor Shang, you go and come back quickly, I will stay here." Come on, take care of the baby."

"Look, something went wrong, you are the only one asking!" Shang Tingsong warned me again and strode forward.

Looking at his back, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He didn't even shy away from giving gifts to the old leader, which undoubtedly proved that Shang Tingsong regarded himself as an absolute confidant. This kind of trust is really rare and touching.

Back in the house, I pulled up a chair and sat down. I looked at the thin old man behind the counter and felt a little sympathetic for him, so I said softly: "Old sir, is business going well now?"

The old man picked up the rag, wiped a few pieces of porcelain on the counter, shook his head and said: "It's not good. Now fakes are rampant, and real antiques cannot be sold. Our family has been a time-honored brand for decades. I would rather lose my business than ruin my brand.”

I nodded and said with admiration: "The old gentleman is knowledgeable. As long as you stick to this concept, making money will be a matter of time."

The old man smiled, looked up at me, and said softly: "Young man, that person just now must be an official. He looks very stylish."

I smiled slightly, shook my head and said, "No, we are also in business."

The old man waved his hands and said disapprovingly: "Impossible, there are also business people who buy these things, but most of them are given to officials. The one just now has a good background and aura, at least he is a cadre at the deputy department level or above. "

"Well!……"

I laughed dumbly and asked softly: "The old gentleman is naturally gifted with insight. Can you tell me, what level am I at?"

The old man snorted, squinted his eyes and said, "You are so young, how can you be a leader? You are just a driver."

I smiled and did not refute. I picked up a dragon and phoenix sculpture carved from Shoushan stone and played with it in my hand, thinking to myself: "The old leader has retired, but Shang Tingsong is still willing to spend a lot of money to give gifts. It can be seen that this person has a lot of energy, but few cadres who come out of Qingyang, a county-level city, have done anything famous in the province, so who is this person?"

While he was thinking about it, several people suddenly came in from the door. One of them, a middle-aged man in his forties, came over, looked at the skinny old man behind the counter, grinned, nodded and bowed and said: "Boss Zhang, I brought you some goods. Please take a look at it."

The old man nodded and said in an indifferent voice: "Let's take a look."

The middle-aged man took off his backpack, carefully took out several blue and white porcelains, and placed them on the table. Then he rubbed his hands and said expectantly: "Some time ago, I heard that someone was working on the construction site. I picked up a lot of treasures, so I hurried over, but I didn’t expect that I still got there too late, and all the good things were robbed, so I got these few pieces of porcelain.”

The old man put on his reading glasses, opened the drawer, took out a magnifying glass from it, looked at some porcelain for a while, then shook his head and said: "It's fake, it must be fake, Old Six, you let people I’m fooled, these are imitations made after the founding of the People’s Republic of China and are not worth much.”

The middle-aged man's face suddenly darkened, and he stammered: "Boss Zhang, you're not mistaken. Take a closer look. There seems to be an era number written underneath. They are said to be treasures from the Kangxi period. These things , but it cost me more than three thousand yuan, how could it be fake?"

"No need, if I say it's fake, it can't be real!" The old man waved his hand, took off his reading glasses, and said in a low voice: "The workmanship is quite fine, but it's a pity that they are all fakes, and they are not worth three hundred dollars in total. Damn it, Lao Liu, you have suffered a big loss this time, be more careful in the future and don’t get deceived again.”