Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

He Daqing stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The mysterious guest took off his sunglasses, revealing a stern face: "I heard that there is an extremely precious antique here, I want to come and see it."

He Daqing nodded and led him to the antique display area in the store. The mysterious guest looked around and finally stopped at an exquisite bronze ware. He walked forward, looked at it carefully, and showed a satisfied smile on his face: "It is indeed a good thing."

He Daqing introduced: "This is a bronze ritual vessel from the Warring States Period. It is well preserved and extremely precious."

The mysterious guest nodded and asked, "How much is this thing?"

He Daqing quoted a price, and the mysterious guest took out a stack of banknotes without hesitation: "I want it."

He Daqing took the money and felt somewhat puzzled. This man was so generous that he could not help but doubt his background. He Daqing asked cautiously, "Sir, do you have any research on antiques?"

He Daqing returned to the company early in the morning and told Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing about Jia Xiaoying and Niu Tinggui's marriage.

He Daqing came back from Jia Xiaoying's housewarming party, feeling heavy-hearted, but he knew life had to go on. The next morning, he returned to the company, quietly sorting out his thoughts. In the office, Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing were already busy, and when they saw He Daqing coming in, they hurriedly greeted him.

"Brother Daqing, good morning." Yang Shumao said with a smile.

"Good morning, Brother Daqing." Zhao Yajing also greeted.

He Daqing nodded and forced a smile: "Good morning, everyone is up early."

Yang Shumao noticed that He Daqing was in a low mood, and asked with concern: "Brother Daqing, what's wrong with you? You seem to be worried."

He Daqing sighed, walked to his desk and sat down: "Yesterday I went to Jia Xiaoying's new housewarming party."

Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing looked at each other and understood a little. Zhao Yajing asked softly, "Is she doing well?"

He Daqing nodded, with a hint of mixed emotions in his voice: "She is doing well, and she is with Niu Tinggui. You can see that she is very happy."

Yang Shumao came over and patted He Daqing on the shoulder: "Brother Daqing, let the past be the past. We all know that you have tried your best. The most important thing now is your own life."

He Daqing looked at Yang Shumao gratefully and nodded: "I know, but I still feel a little sad. After all, that relationship is very important to me."

Zhao Yajing came over and handed He Daqing a cup of hot tea: "Brother Daqing, drink some tea and relax. We will all support you."

He Daqing took the teacup, took a sip, and felt a little warmth: "Thank you, I really feel comforted to have you around."

Yang Shumao smiled and said, "Brother Daqing, we are a family. We will face any difficulties together."

At this time, the phone in the office rang. Zhao Yajing picked up the phone, answered a few words briefly, and turned to He Daqing: "Brother Daqing, a client has made an appointment to discuss business this morning."

He Daqing adjusted his mood and nodded: "Okay, I'll be ready."

In the following time, He Daqing tried to focus on his work. He knew that only by working hard could he get out of the shadow of the past. The customer arrived on time. He was the purchasing manager of a large company and had a strong interest in antiques. He Daqing and him discussed several precious antiques in detail. The two sides talked very speculatively and finally reached a considerable deal.

After seeing off the client, He Daqing felt relieved. He returned to the office and found Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing busy sorting out documents. He walked over and said with a smile, "Business is going well today. Thank you for your support."

Yang Shumao smiled and said, "Brother Daqing, you are our backbone. As long as you are here, we have confidence."

Zhao Yajing nodded: "Yes, Brother Daqing, we will always support you."

He Daqing felt warm in his heart, and he knew that it was with the support of these friends that he could get to where he is today. He decided to cheer up, put more energy into his career, and cherish the friendship in front of him.

Days passed, and He Daqing, Yang Shumao, and Zhao Yajing managed the antique business together. The company gradually grew and its business scope became wider and wider. Not long after, they received a large order from a collectors association to find several rare antiques. He Daqing decided to go to the antique market in person to find suitable antiques.

That morning, He Daqing, Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing set out together to an antique market not far away. This market is huge and concentrates all kinds of antique treasures. It is a paradise for many collectors and antique lovers. He Daqing is not unfamiliar with this market. He has come here many times to purchase antiques and has always gained something.

At the entrance of the market, people were busy and hawking was heard one after another. He Daqing, Yang Shumao and Zhao Yajing, began to shuttle between the stalls. They carefully observed the appearance of each antique, asked about the price, and bargained with the stall owners from time to time.

"Yang Shumao, what do you think of this bronze ware?" He Daqing picked up a bronze ritual vessel and handed it to Yang Shumao.

Yang Shumao examined it carefully and nodded: "This bronze artifact is well preserved and has exquisite patterns. It should be a good thing."

Zhao Yajing also came over and said softly, "Brother Daqing, let's look at a few more stores and compare prices."

He Daqing nodded, put the bronze back in place, and continued walking. They walked to a stall, where the owner was an old man with wrinkles on his face, sitting on a chair and taking a nap. There were several antiques on the stall, and one of the porcelains caught He Daqing's attention.

"Uncle, how much is this piece of porcelain?" He Daqing asked, pointing at the porcelain.

The old man opened his eyes, glanced at the porcelain, and said slowly: "This porcelain is from the Song Dynasty. It is not cheap. It costs 5,000 silver dollars."

He Daqing's heart moved, and he carefully observed the porcelain, which was indeed quite old. He asked tentatively, "Five thousand silver dollars is a bit expensive, can you make it cheaper?"

The old man smiled, revealing a few yellow teeth: "Young man, this is a good thing, I won't sell it for a penny less."

He Daqing thought for a moment and decided to try his luck: "Uncle, 4,500 silver dollars, how about that?"

The old man shook his head: "No, five thousand silver dollars, no bargaining."

He Daqing saw this and knew that it was useless to talk any further, so he had to give up. They continued to wander around the market, hoping to find more suitable antiques.

Just as they walked to a corner, they heard a commotion. He Daqing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man arguing with the stall owner, apparently arguing over the authenticity of an antique.