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    When the young man learned the value of the seal from Meng Zitao, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then put away the two things.

    At this time, Zheng Yaxin said: "Hey, Brother Meng has said so many words and he didn't even have time to take a sip of water. Don't you have any expression?"

    Meng Zitao said quickly: "It's okay, we are all Tibetan friends, so we should share our experiences."

    The two young men looked at each other. The young man surnamed Wang smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Meng, I had my eye on something earlier. Do you have time to help me take a look?"

    Meng Zitao thought for a while and asked, "When?"

    The young man replied: "I have some things to do today, let's do it tomorrow, how about it?"

    Meng Zitao agreed: "Okay, then you can contact me tomorrow."

    "no problem¡­¡­"

    After exchanging contact information and a few more polite words, the two young men said goodbye and left.

    Zheng Yaxin said with a smile: "Brother Meng, how are you going to thank me?"

    Meng Zitao said with a smile: "I'll treat you to a meal. However, in doing business, you need to be friendly and make money. If you are like this, you may suffer a loss at some point."

    Zheng Yaxin curled her lips: "Why are you like my uncle, who likes to talk about clich¨¦s such as making money with anger. If you ask me, many antiques are unique, so why bother with those people about whether you like to buy or not."

    When Zheng Yaxin was talking, Song Yiming next to her winked at Meng Zitao repeatedly, telling Meng Zitao not to pay attention.

    Meng Zitao smiled and didn't take what Zheng Yatie said seriously. Moreover, he didn't need to explain the truth at all. Zheng Yaxin would understand it when she stepped into society.  However, Song Yiming is really awesome for being able to follow such a unruly little princess all the time.

    "Brother Meng, please help me take a look at the things we just bought." Song Yiming put the things on the table.

    Song Yiming took out a jade pendant and a bracelet. Meng Zitao took a look and found that both items were from the late Qing Dynasty, and their combined value was only four to five hundred yuan.

    "Yes, it's all true." Meng Zitao said with a smile.

    "also!"

    As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Yaxin cheered for joy. After a while, she said proudly: "Brother Meng, you said we wasted money, is this wasting money?"

    "It's true that I made a mistake." Meng Zitao readily admitted it and said, "But you should have bought these two things from Lao Liu, right?"

    Zheng Yaxin was a little surprised: "How did you know?"

    "I go shopping at Lao Liu's stall every once in a while. Do you think I don't recognize him?" Meng Zitao said with a smile: "And I can also guess that Lao Liu helped you pick these two things.  Right?"

    When Song Yiming heard this, he gave Meng Zitao a thumbs up.

    Zheng Yaxin was stunned for a moment and said: "So what, at least we bought the real thing."

    Meng Zitao said: "Of course there is no problem, but your relationship with Mr. Zheng is not ordinary. There is no need to worry, Mr. Liu, but it is hard to say when other people are attentive. You must be careful."

    Zheng Yaxin said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I'm not a fool."

    Meng Zitao shook his head secretly. If Zheng Yaxin's character continues to develop like this, she will suffer a loss sooner or later. Maybe it is because of this that she let the calm Song Yiming follow her.

    Song Yiming and Zheng Yaxin stayed in the store until three o'clock in the afternoon before going back. At this time, there was no business in the antique street, and Meng Zitao also closed down.

    The next day, Meng Zitao came to the antique shop early in the morning, made a cup of tea, took out the newspaper he just bought and started reading.

    When it was nearly eight o'clock, Meng Zitao's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was the call from the young man named Wang yesterday.

    After answering the phone, Meng Zitao took his bag and closed the door. When he walked to the entrance of the antique street, he saw a young man waving to him in a car parked on the roadside.

    The car is an American car worth more than 300,000 yuan. Judging from this, the young man's family should be in a good situation.

    After getting in the car, the two exchanged a few words, and the young man introduced the situation.

    "You went to Chen Laizi's place to see the goods?" Meng Zitao frowned.

    The young man¡¯s name was Wang Qingchen. He saw Meng Zitao¡¯s reaction in the rearview mirror and asked quickly: ¡°What, is there something wrong with him?¡±

    Meng Zitao said cautiously: "It's hard to say this, but the goods from Chen Laizi's place are actually collected from others or placed at his place. Do you know this?"

    &nHowever, before Boss Jia was happy for a few days, the man came again with a lawyer and said angrily that the things Boss Jia sold to him were fakes and he would pay three for every fake. He also showed the agreement signed by both parties.

    Uncle Jin said: "Boss Jia said that he signed the agreement without knowing it, and that he didn't know that the painting was a fake and would not pay any compensation. However, he lost the first lawsuit and came to make trouble.  "

    Wang Qingchen asked again: "Then what did Chen Laizi say?"

    Uncle Jin smiled and said: "Chen Laizi is so cunning, how could he say anything? Of course he has completely shied away all his responsibilities. Moreover, when they made the deal, there was no agreement left. Now Chen Laizi lets him  If he makes a fuss, he will probably be punished if he keeps making trouble for a while."

    Meng Zitao shook his head, ignoring the fishy nature of it. In the final analysis, it was Boss Jia¡¯s own greed that caused the trouble. You said you don¡¯t know anything about calligraphy and painting, so why would you want to wade into this muddy water?  Or, if you want to stretch your hair, you can just charge a commission. Now it's better, but you lose your wife and lose your troops.

    "Then how much does he have to pay?" Wang Qingchen asked curiously.

    Uncle Jin said: "I'm not sure about this. Some people say it's tens of millions. Anyway, I think this guy can't afford the compensation." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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