"But..." Before Fu Song could reply, Fu Ziming ran directly to Qu Guanwen:
"Boss Qu, now that Wang Fugui and Professor Ran have finished their appraisals, is it our turn next?"
Qu Guanwen raised his head and looked at Fu Ziming with a puzzled look: "What did you say?"
Fu Ziming: "Didn't you just ask Xiaosong to help you identify this painting "Appreciating Orchids at Midnight"?
Haven’t we started yet?”
Qu Guanwen looked at Fu Ziming.
It took him a long time to understand what the other party meant:
"Identification? Do you think it's necessary?"
When saying this, Qu Guanwen's tone was sarcastic.
Unexpectedly, Fu Ziming seemed to have not noticed at all:
"Why not? Differentiated identification is the most popular thing in the cultural relics industry right now.
You see, your 3,000 yuan one has been appraised, and your 300,000 yuan one has also been appraised.
Now all we need is one worth 30,000.
When it comes to evaluating the authenticity of an antique, it’s not just a matter of one or two people deciding what to do.
It needs to integrate all the voices to come to a relatively accurate conclusion."
After hearing this, Qu Guanwen felt that the other party's purpose was to get his 30,000 yuan.
But why does it feel... so reasonable?
Unexpectedly, before Qu Guanwen could even open his mouth, Ran Xingyue beside him suddenly became unhappy.
She asked Fu Ziming, "Hey, what do you mean? Do you think there's something wrong with my dad's appraisal?"
Fu Ziming quickly shook his head: "No, Ms. Ran, you misunderstood. I just want Boss Qu to listen to other people's opinions."
Ran Xingyue snorted, "My dad has already made his decision. Do you think it's necessary to listen to other people's opinions?"
"This..." Fu Ziming wanted to say something else, but Fu Song hurried over and held him back.
"Uncle San, let's go!"
"Leave? Why leave?"
Fu Ziming looked at his nephew with a look of disappointment:
"Your dad always says that business is 30% negotiation and 70% negotiation, and you have to be thick-skinned to make money.
Besides, Boss Qu has already quoted a price, but you're hesitant. Do you look down on him?"
"That's not the case..."
Fu Song glanced at Ran Xingyue secretly: "As the saying goes, cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents.
We should not let a small profit affect others' ability to make big money, otherwise it will easily lead to trouble."
Then he dragged Fu Ziming out the door without saying anything.
His voice was so soft that only he, Fu Ziming and Ran Xingyue could hear it.
Fu Song did this not only to tell Fu Ziming the truth, but also to give Ran Xingyue a hint and do her a good deed.
In his opinion, everyone is a colleague in the antiques and jewelry industry.
Maybe we will deal with each other frequently or even cooperate in the future.
Although I have lost 30,000 yuan in profits now, I will still play the long game to catch a bigger fish.
If a little bit of money leaks through the gap between the opponent's fingers, it will still be more than this amount.
But Fu Song never expected that after he took two steps, Ran Xingyue's angry voice sounded behind him:
"Stop! What did you mean by that just now? Explain it to me clearly!"
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