The Era of Hard Work

   Chapter 15 Talent

   Antique Building, Chia Tai Auction Company.

   Zhao Wei sat on a chair and waited for a while with his bag in his hand, but he didn't see Lu Dong coming back, and he was suddenly uneasy.

   "Possibly large?"

   The impression that Lu Dong left on him was too deep, and Zhao Wei was lucky enough to leave the company with a bag and go to the men's bathroom without making a sound.

  In the toilet...no one!

   looked around, but Zhao Wei couldn't find anyone, so he returned to the cubicle with a gloomy face.

In the    compartment, Huang Cuicui's crisp voice carried a trace of panic: "Gone?"

  Zhao Weiqiang calmed down and stared at the old schoolbag on the table: "Don't panic! Maybe something went out, the bag and money are still here."

   Having said that, the uneasiness in his heart could not be suppressed, Zhao Wei's hand finally reached out to the old schoolbag, and opened the zipper with a piercing sound, the rag head was bulging inside.

  Huang Cuicui didn't speak any more, just looked at the schoolbag.

   Zhao Wei took a deep breath, and decisively took out the contents of the bag, a white paper contract, a bowl wrapped in rags, and a rectangular cloth bag.

   He quickly picked it up and squeezed it with his hand, like a piece of paper.

   Zhao Wei put a little snack, maybe money.

   Both hands speed up the card, open the cloth bag a few times, and the true appearance is revealed.

  Waste paper!

   A stack of waste paper folded into the size of a hundred dollar bill!

   "This..." Huang Cuicui's face was incredulous: "How is this possible?"

  Zhao Wei clenched the waste paper tightly, threw it on the table, and then rummaged through the bag to find it. The thousand yuan should be there. As long as it is found, it is not a big problem.

   He grabbed all the rag bosses, took them apart and threw them on the ground. There was no money… half a cent!

   This bastard! This liar! Zhao Wei grabbed the celadon bowl and wanted to throw it to the ground. What about the trust between people?

   At this point, no matter how lucky he is, Zhao Wei fully understands that he has called that stupid boy to play!

   When did the hunter become the prey?

  Huang Cuicui's inconceivable turned into shock, how could the bright eyes become blind?

   "Would you like to report it?" she said softly.

   Zhao Wei didn't break the celadon bowl, picked up two bowls, a plate, and a plate, walked out of the cubicle, and knocked gently on the door before coming to the office.

  Huang Cuicui knew she couldn't run, so she followed behind.

   Entering the office, the split man looked at Zhao Wei curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

   "Boss, I'm blind and I've been deceived." Zhao Wei didn't dare to shirk and said it again as soon as possible.

   "Haha." Before the long-haired woman left, she couldn't help laughing: "Interesting, interesting, this country boy is so interesting."

   Zhao Wei and Huang Cuicui looked ugly, but dared not speak.

   The split-headed man shook his head: "I told you not to float away, don't take each one of them seriously, this is a lesson."

  The long-haired woman deliberately interjected: "Can I help you call the police?"

The split-headed man glared at her: "Who is calling the police to make trouble for you?" He didn't care about the money, and said casually, "You can go out and find the money and get the money back... Well, look for people... No, please come back, this is a talent. If you can't find it, you can spend money to buy a lesson, and it will be deducted from your salary."

  The boss is justified.

   Zhao Wei couldn't object and asked, "What about these?"

  The split-headed man glanced at the porcelain in his hand: "Let Lao Liang see if it's valuable."

   Zhao Wei and Huang Cuicui left the office one after another.

The door closed, and the long-haired woman asked, "Why did you run here and change your career? Quickly get the money?"

   "It's not as good as doing sunshine projects." The split-headed man said: "But it's a safe and low-risk business."

The    long-haired woman couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it a lie? Aren't you afraid of being reported?"

The split-headed man retorted: "I didn't lie, I don't say whether the agreement has legal effect, just my model. It's normal for antiques to make mistakes in identification, and top experts can't guarantee it. I will find the promised exhibitions and auctions on time. People hold it and videotape it for customers to see. This is all fulfillment of the agreement. No one can guarantee that the thing will be sold, and the thing will be unfilmed, of course, no money can be given.”

  The long-haired woman said: "It's a good idea to rent a cheap venue and hire someone to act as a buyer."

   The split-headed man laughed and said: "This industry is in deep water, and nine out of ten are cheating. Antiques have been heating up among the people in the past two years, and the essence is that there are more scams."

   He deliberately said: "I suggest you turn around too, we cheat legally."

In the appraisal room, expert Professor Liang Yongliang once again saw four pieces of porcelain.

   "How's it going?" Zhao Wei didn't have any hope of finding the fool, but the few things he left behind were worth more money and could recover some losses.

  Huang Cuicui was also concerned, and she couldn't run away even if she deducted money.

Liang Yongneng sat in this bluff, still a bit level, picked up a wet towel and wiped his hands: "These three blue and white pieces are about 90 years old, depending on the style and signature, they may be foreign trade porcelain and daily necessities produced by industrial mechanization. Get that platter, you can go to Shunshan for forty or fifty yuan."

   Zhao Wei gave up completely and waited for the money to be deducted.

   "Why didn't you say it earlier?" When it comes to her own income, Huang Cuicui's voice is no longer clear and sharp: "If we had said earlier, we could have been mentally prepared."

  Liang Yong's face darkened immediately: "Little girl, how do you talk? Before the appraisal, you came here specially and asked me to charge a higher price!"

  …

   On the bus, Lu Dong kept one hand in his trouser pocket, for fear that the 1,000 yuan would be an accident.

   These days, the public security situation is severe. Many pickpockets stole on the bus. They dare to rob them directly after being discovered.

   A crackdown is underway and will last for several years.

   As for how to report the Chia Tai Art Auction Company, Lv Dong did not act rashly. He planned to go back to the university town to find his eldest brother Lv Chun.

   That's the pros.

  The West Market is far away, so Lu Dong will not consider these for the time being, and will go to inquire about leeches next.

   The 1,000 yuan can give him a little breath, at least there is something at home, so he can be emergency.

   Submit the deposit to the coordinator, and the mother will not be under too much pressure.

   But if you want to get rich, you can’t stop.

  Happy life does not come out of thin air.

  Brother Bing mentioned about the leech, and someone learned that monkeys in the countryside are not news.

   Lu Dong first has to look at the specific situation.

   got off the bus and stood on the platform of the West Market. Lv Dong looked in front of him, left and right, and there was a market composed of buildings, greenhouses, steel structures and free stalls.

  This place integrates clothing, non-staple food, building materials, medicinal materials and small commodities. It is currently the largest comprehensive wholesale market in Taidong.

  West Market also supports half of the sky in the west of Quannan City.

   Lu Dong used Quanpu to ask someone for directions: "Teacher, how to get to the medicinal material market?"

  Quan Nanqing's photo is very close, but the accent is different. The man pointed to the north: "Go through the small commodity market and pass a traffic light."

  Lu Dong thanked him and headed north to enter the small commodity market, where there is a dazzling array of goods, quite a bit of Yiwu style.

  Especially all kinds of small accessories, resin bracelets, glass pendants, plastic hairpins, etc., the price is cheap but the style is exquisite.

   When passing by a big shop with a stall outside the door, Lu Dong saw something of interest and leaned over to take a closer look.

   Those are plastic models of Transformers, with pillars and Tian Ge in the middle.

   "Boss." Lu Dong asked the middle-aged man who was sorting the goods: "How do you sell Transformers?"

   The middle-aged man with brown glasses and a three-seven split, glanced at Lu Dong: "The big one is ten yuan, the small one is five yuan."

   Lu Dong restrained the desire to buy, looked at the accessories on the booth again, and said nothing, turned around and walked north.

  The money is too little to be used on the edge of the knife.

  Lu Dong came to the medicinal herbs market. As soon as he entered the greenhouse, the strong medicinal smell penetrated his nose, which was a bit choking.

  Here, the medicinal materials on the stalls are all packed in sacks or baskets, except for the dried scorpions and centipedes that you can see every day, most of them are unknown.

Of course Lu Dong knew the leeches that    killed, but he turned around a dozen stalls and didn't see any for sale.

  Looking at the stalls one by one, just when Lu Dong wanted to find a random home to ask first, he finally saw a dried leech at the door of a shop.

  The silk threads are bundled in a string, hung in a ventilated place, and swayed like wind chimes.

  Lu Dong approached him, but the boss gave him a look and ignored him.

   At his age and clothes, it seems that he is not purchasing medicinal materials.

  When people meet for the first time, when they don’t even know each other, they naturally look at external things, often cars and clothing.

   Lu Dong was very polite, showing a simple and honest smile: "Hello, can I ask?"

   The boss heard the polite question and raised his head: "Is something wrong?"

  Lu Dong pointed to the string of dried leeches: "Do you guys accept leeches?"

   "I sell medicines." The boss said directly: "I don't accept medicines."

   "Thank you." Lu Dong was always polite and polite.

   This kind of attitude gives people a good impression. The boss casually pointed: "You go to the north gate of the market. There is a store opened by a medicinal material company over there. It is the largest one, and it often collects live insects."

   Lu Dong thanked him again, rushed to the north gate of the market, and soon found a huge facade.

   He has a simple and honest attitude, and his posture is low. He is polite to people. He smiles before speaking, and quickly catches up with people.

   "Leech, it can indeed be used as medicine." The middle-aged man held a calculator in his hand.

   Lu Dong asked solemnly, "Do you accept this?"

   The middle-aged man didn't answer, but looked at Lu Dong up and down, and inevitably looked down on him: "You're young and you live by the river?"

  Lu Dong didn't care about the trivial details: "I'm by the Qingzhao River. I heard that there are leeches as medicine. Come and try my luck."

   The middle-aged man asked, "Are there any samples?"

  Lu Dong smiled embarrassedly: "Forgot to bring it."

   "Do you know the breed?" The middle-aged man is quite patient.

   Lu Dong recalled and said, "It should be called the wide-body golden thread leech."

   "It's a variety that can be used as medicine." The middle-aged man's voice suddenly changed: "This thing is not used in large quantities, so it can't be sold at a high price."

  As a businessman, the first habit of collecting things is to lower the price, even if the opposite is a teenager: "Leech is an unpopular drug, it is used less, and the price is not high. Normally, I don't accept it here. The supply of goods in the south is sufficient, and it is still big."

   Lu Dong smiled politely and listened.

   The middle-aged man said lightly: "You are lucky, there is a flood in the south this year, and it is difficult for many things to come over."

  Lu Dong had no capital, so he asked the middle-aged man, "How do you charge? Price?"

  The middle-aged man pondered for a while: "If you can live, it's eight yuan per pound."

(About the use of leeches as medicine, people who have lived by the river may have the impression that this thing has been farmed on a large scale, and now it is a few hundred yuan per pound. Of course, it is also a popular breeding scam. If you are interested, you can search by yourself. I will check I searched a lot of information, but could not find the specific price of 98. Later, I specifically asked the elderly in the village. Some people said that around 2000, the county hospital of traditional Chinese medicine here received 89 yuan, and this price was used as a reference.)

   (end of this chapter)