Chapter 78 Is Boss Sang Too Rich? (Updated 2)

"This beauty couch is made of top-grade golden nanmu, and is handcrafted by masters with superb craftsmanship."

"The golden nanmu I'm talking about is not the new material on the market today. It's the old material used in ancient times, the antique material."

"Just look at this hollow carving pattern of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix. In modern times, it's very difficult to find masters with such superb craftsmanship."

Sang Yian explained softly.

Zhang Jiaxi turned to look at the beauty couch with a gentle gaze, "What is the legend of this golden nanmu?"

Sang Yian: "Golden nanmu has been regarded as the most ideal, precious and highest-grade building material since ancient times. It is widely used in palaces, gardens, altars, temples and tombs."

"It has always been called the emperor's wood. "Bowu Yaolan" records that 'the golden nanmu comes from Sichuan, the wood grain has golden threads, and it is the most beautiful nanmu.' The dragon chairs and thrones of ancient emperors were all made of high-quality nanmu."

"It is resistant to decay and can be buried in the ground for thousands of years without rotting, so many emperors' coffins are also made of it."

"It repels insects, and golden nanmu has a nanmu fragrance. Its wooden boxes and cabinets can store clothes, books, calligraphy and paintings, which can be well preserved."

"And it's not cold in winter, not hot in summer, and not harmful to the body, while other hardwoods don't have this excellent property."

Sang Yian said as he walked towards the beauty bed.

"It's just that this wood is too good, and the royal family used it because of their extravagance. So by the Ming and Qing dynasties, the amount of golden nanmu had shrunk sharply and was on the verge of extinction."

She raised her hand and gently stroked the pattern on the fence on one side of the bed. "Ancient materials like this are even more priceless, extremely precious, and extremely collectible."

Zhang Jiaqing understood. Her asking price was not high at all, and it was very good value for money.

That's right, 88.88 million, it was actually associated with good value for money, no matter how you listen to it, it sounds a bit weird.

Luo Zhengtian had already looked around and checked all the furniture here. As a master of Chinese studies, he knew the value of these furniture too well!

He looked at the group of old guys, "Don't even think about it. Every piece of furniture here, whether it's a table, chair or stool, is made of golden nanmu. Ordinary people really can't afford it."

The people who just felt sorry why the furniture here was not for sale immediately changed their minds. It's better not to sell it, so that every time they come, they can come and sit and take a look.

If it is really sold to the outside, they can't afford it. There are many people who can afford it, such as Luo Zhengtian. If he buys it, they won't even be able to see it, and the loss will be huge.

Chen Yixin, who was just shouting, has shrunk to the screen with the painting of ladies. She has been slapped in the face twice today and she can't bear it.

She secretly glanced at Sang Yian and felt that she couldn't be blamed for the two things that happened today.

It's just that Wu Nan, her best friend, is too weird, and the supermarket she opened is also weird!

Which supermarket sells the water-grained paper that has been passed down from generation to generation?

Which supermarket uses golden nanmu worth a lot of money for furniture?

Is this a supermarket?

This is clearly an antique shop!

No, antique shops are not as luxurious as this!

Chen Yixin looked around calmly for a week. A bed costs 88.88 million, and what about the eight-immortal table? There are three of them.

What about the piano table?

Duobao Pavilion, counters, shelves, chairs...

She counted all the way, there must be several hundred million!

Chen Yixin's legs suddenly went weak, and she quickly stretched out her arms to hold the wall. She didn't even dare to touch the screen closest to her.

Considering the weirdness of this supermarket owner, could this screen be cheap?

Thinking about her monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, it's better not to touch it. If it is damaged, her annual salary may not be enough to compensate.

Looking at Wu Nan who went to help the boss pack again, Chen Yixin was filled with mixed feelings.

She really underestimated Wu Nan. She never thought that someone from a small place would have such a wealthy best friend!

In the company, Wu Nan is her biggest competitor. Chen Yixin is under a lot of pressure. If she is allowed to deal with Zhang Jiaqing, her voice in the company will be even lower in the future.

Chen Yixin carefully walked around the screen with the painting of ladies, and stayed away from the Eight Immortals Table and the official hat chair, making sure she kept a safe distance from those expensive furniture before she spoke.

"Wu Nan, it's time for you to take action. Look at this beauty couch, it's so precious, and President Zhang likes it so much. This is a store opened by your friend, it's not too much to ask for a friendship price, right?"

Wu Nan gritted his back teeth, wasn't this a blatant provocation?

To sow discord between her and Sangsang, and to sow discord between her and Zhang Jiaxiong, who had just established trust.

This Chen Yixin is really a troublemaker!

"Too much!"

"Very much!"

"Extremely much!"

Sang Yian finally finished packing everything. When she heard Chen Yixin's proposal, she immediately came over with a very serious tone and a very solemn attitude.

Chen Yixin was directly stunned.

Her expression was a little distorted, "No, you are not best friends, but half-sisters?"

"You run a supermarket, and Wu Nan brought his friends to support you! This is all friendship! Now I just want you to give me a discount, but you don't agree. What kind of sisters are you?"

Sang Yian said expressionlessly: "Plastic sisters."

Chen Yixin: "..."

She was speechless with just one sentence.

It was the first time for her to meet someone who admitted to her face that she and her best friend were just fake sisters.

Wu Nan had a hard time holding back her laughter. She found that since she resigned, Sang Sang had really let herself go.

But Zhang Jiaying laughed out loud, "Boss Sang, right? You're such an interesting person."

Sang Yian's eyes curved slightly, "I'll take it as a compliment, Mrs. William."

Zhang Jiaying was stunned. Since her husband passed away, no one called her Mrs. William anymore. Whether in the company or in the mall, everyone was used to calling her President Zhang.

In an instant, the happy moments of her past with her husband emerged in her mind. It was these gentle and happy times that had supported her to the present.

When Chen Yixin saw that Zhang Jiaqing's expression was not right, her beaten heart finally perked up again. She must fight back today!

"Boss Sang, this is where you're wrong!"

"President Zhang is a newly independent woman, a career-oriented strong woman. Isn't it a bit disrespectful for you to call her by her husband's surname?"

Sang Yian had a faint smile on her face. "You are too extreme and too sensitive. Being called by the husband's surname not only ignores women as individuals, but also may be a commemoration of the happy and sweet past."

Zhang Jialing came back to her senses and smiled more gently. "Boss Sang, I really like you more and more. How did you know about me and my husband?"

"You came to Ancheng four years ago, and cooperated with the company where I worked at the time."

In fact, Sang Yian had just joined the company at that time, and she only saw you from a distance and heard her colleagues mention it. It's just that it's been so long, otherwise she wouldn't have taken so long to remember it.

Zhang Jiaxing smiled more gently, "It turns out that our fate started from that day."

Sang Yian nodded proudly, "That's right, how could it be such a coincidence? You are Nan Nan's client, and I am Nan Nan's close friend. So, we are continuing our past fate."

Zhang Jiaxing turned to look at Wu Nan, and happened to meet Wu Nan's eyes. The two smiled at each other.

Wu Nan knew that this time the client was secured!

As for Chen Yixin, what else could she say?

She couldn't intercept Mr. Zhang as a client!

She followed all the way here today, sweating all over, and she didn't even have a sip of water until now. As a result, she didn't get the client, and was slapped in the face one after another!

It's really like a blind man lighting a lamp - a waste of wax!

Chen Yixin was a little jealous of Wu Nan. If it weren't for the help of Boss Sang, Wu Nan would definitely not have won Zhang Jiaxi so smoothly.

How come she doesn't have such a plastic flower sister?