Woof, woof, woof ~ ~
Before they entered the courtyard, they could hear dogs barking. From the sounds, it should be a big dog.
The courtyard's entrance was a big red iron gate, and there was a peephole on the gate.
The iron gate opened, and Fu Guangzheng asked the driver to drive in and alighted with Feng Yu.
"Mr. Fu, who is this?" The man frowned. He seemed to be unhappy with the arrival of a stranger.
"My friend. He also likes antiques and is here to take a look. If you like it, you will be making a profit." Fu Guangzheng laughed.
Boss Zhu did not say anything and led the both of them into the courtyard. To him, these two men were here to give him money.
Feng Yu noticed that the walls of this courtyard were very high, and there were barbed wire fences on top. There might even be electricity. The security was very tight. Could there be a lot of rare antiques inside?
After entering the courtyard, Feng Yu was surprised. The interior was also an antique building? This looked like the residences of those famous people in ancient dramas. There were at least 3 entrances and 3 exits.
Although this was the outskirts of Beijing, the land prices were not cheap. This Boss Zhu was quite rich.
"Feng Yu, there are many rules in this industry. If you are not buying, don't ask for the price. If you want to buy something, tell me first." As they walked in, Fu Guangzheng told Feng Yu about the rules of this industry.
Feng Yu waved his hand: "I am only here to take a look. We will talk about the rules later."
When they entered the courtyard, they saw a few other customers. But from the way Fu Guangzheng looked at them, they were not familiar with them.
Eh? This is Zhang Daqian's painting? This can be considered an antique? It should not be many years old.
Feng Yu stretched out his hand and wanted to take a look, but one of the shop assistants stopped him: "Eh, eh, eh. What are you doing? Don't you know the rules? "
Don't allow me to touch it? If you don't want to, then don't. Why are you shouting?
The so-called rules were set by the people in this industry to protect their interests.
Feng Yu thought that the other party might be afraid of damaging the painting, and so he did not say anything. He turned to look at the rest of the antiques.
Feng Yu does not know what was valuable in these antiques. He thought that the works of famous artists should be good, right?
Also, it was like what Fu Guangzheng had said. Hanging it at home would be more artistic.
To put it simply, it was more suitable for acting cool!
Feng Yu took a quick glance at the vases and jades. Feng Yu took a quick glance at them. There were no names on them, so how could he know whose work they were?
He mainly looked at the calligraphy and paintings. There were seals on them.
Many people bought this antique for investment, and some bought it to avoid taxes, but Feng Yu didn't need it at all. Investments are not as fast as investments in the financial markets. Feng Yu does not even care about tax avoidance.
His company had such high profits, how could he be short of a little tax?
Eh, there's an inkstone there. I should buy it for my dad. Didn't he like calligraphy now? Although it's not that good, it's still a hobby.
Oh, I should get a set. Paperweights, brush washers, brush holders, etc. I should buy some famous antiques. My dad also likes these antiques from famous antiques. He says it has a cultural heritage.
Anyway, Feng Yu could not see any cultural heritage. He was just a commoner, but he knew that using antiques from famous antiques would give people a sense of pride.
It was as if using good antiques would raise one's level.
Feng Yu looked for Fu Guangzheng and patted his shoulders: "What do you like?"
Fu Guangzheng's hands trembled, and he almost threw the vase in his hands.
"You scared me. These are all fragile antiques. You can't just pat someone's shoulders." Fu Guangzheng grumbled.
"Fine. If it's broken, so be it. I can't even afford to pay for it." Feng Yu replied nonchalantly.
Boss Zhu rolled his eyes. Where did this country bumpkin come from? These antiques were all antiques, and many of them were priced very high.
Just the vase in this gentleman's hands was priced at 3.2 million RMB. Who wouldn't be heartbroken if 3.2 million RMB was broken? Bullsh * t!
Fu Guangzheng knew that Feng Yu was not bragging. Even if Feng Yu bought all the antiques here at the real price, he could still afford it!
"Put it here first. I can tell that this is fake. Come with me to take a look at the antiques over there."
Boss Zhu's mouth twitched. Does this person know the rules? The antiques here were all fake. If all the antiques were real, then this place would be an antique museum!
Buying antiques was a test of one's eyesight. Many people like to pick out the real antiques from the fake ones. It gave them a sense of achievement and satisfaction.
The rules of the antiques industry was that even if the antiques were fake, they would only say that they were not sure. Who would say it out loud?!
But this person was brought here by Fu Guangzheng, a regular customer. Boss Zhu was also helpless. He does not want to lose this big customer.
"Sir, we do not allow loud noises here. Also, Mr. Fu, you should know the rules here. Don't make things difficult for me. "Boss Zhu said unhappily.
"Don't talk nonsense. I want a set of writing tools. I want the best paperweight, brush washer, inkstone, brush, ink, etc. Bring it over. If it is real, I will pay. "
Feng Yu does not have the time to tell if it was real or fake. Hmmm … he also could not tell. Look at the expression? All the staff in this shop were Oscar -level actors!
Boss Zhu frowned and explained patiently: "Sir, if you want to buy these things, I suggest you go to those shops that specialize in selling these things. We are selling antiques here!"
"I know these are antiques. I am buying antiques." Feng Yu acted like a nouveau riche.
Fu Guangzheng explained softly: "Boss Zhu, please bring a few sets over. With my friend's status, he will not joke with you."
With Fu Guangzheng's words, Boss Zhu asked his staff to bring a few sets and place them on the table. When he was about to introduce them, Feng Yu asked: "Are these all real?"
Boss Zhu was furious. Don't you know the rules? How can you ask like this?
But this time, Fu Guangzheng was taking out real antiques. That Mr. Fu was a tycoon from Hong Kong. If this person could be friends with Mr. Fu, he must be a tycoon.
Just look at that vase. This person only took a glance at it and could tell it was fake. What kind of foresight was this?!
How would he know that Feng Yu had just said it casually and had guessed correctly?
"These are all good stuff." Boss Zhu could only follow the rules and answer vaguely.
Feng Yu nodded: "How much?"
"Which one?"
"I am asking how much all of these are worth." Feng Yu asked impatiently.
All … all? This boss wants all these things?
Boss Zhu quickly calculated the cost in his heart and thought for a while. He did not dare to increase the price by too much and only added 30% of the profits.
"Fine. It's cheap. I want all of them!"
Boss Zhu's jaw dropped. Cheap? He still wants all of them?! Boss Zhu's heart started to ache. If he knew this boss who did not know the rules would be so straightforward, he should have quoted a higher price.
"What are you doing?!" Fu Guangzheng suddenly shouted at a man who walked over.
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