Li Peizhen on the side reacted very quickly. She quickly took out a thick stack of banknotes from her Chanel bag and handed it over.
Yi Jian picked up his Begonia bowl and wiped it with the silk he carried with him. A look of pain appeared on his face. He hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, took the banknotes, and said:
"We must protect it well. This is a treasure left by our ancestors."
"Don't worry, old man! I will definitely protect you well."
Mo Zhexuan took the crabapple bowl with both hands and carefully examined its placenta, patterns, and carvings. It was indeed extraordinary and a masterpiece among masterpieces.
"All of you get out of here. You are not welcome here." The owner felt that he had lost hundreds of millions and was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He immediately ordered everyone to leave.
"Just go! I, your grandpa, don't even want to come!" Yi Jian quickly counted the authenticity of the banknotes and put them into the purse inside his army green coat. Finally, he took a deep look at the Begonia bowl in Mo Zhexuan's hand, turned around and left the store without looking back.
"We're leaving too."
Mo Zhexuan gave the crabapple bowl to Li Wanhua for safekeeping, picked up the blue and white porcelain vase and turned to pursue Yijian's departing back. Such an outstanding collector and appraiser was exactly the talent he wanted to recruit.
"Old sir! Please wait a moment."
Yijian stopped and frowned instantly. He tightened the stack of banknotes in his army green coat, very worried that they would be stolen.
"Young man! You won't regret it! You should know the rules of antiques!"
"You misunderstood. I want to trouble you with something. I'm planning to open an antique collection company and would like to invite you to join us as an appraiser. The salary is 200 RMB per month."
Mo Zhexuan put forward his own conditions. This price can be said to be sky-high in Beijing. As far as he knows, the average salary in Beijing is only 89 yuan, no more than 1,000 yuan a year.
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that these precious shareholders are getting a bargain today. If they make large-scale investments and acquisitions now, they will be worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars in a few decades. This return on investment is better than starting a company.
"What is an appraiser?" Yijian was very tempted, but did not agree blindly. After all, there is no free lunch in the world.
"To put it simply, just like you just appraised the blue and white porcelain vase in my hand, you can tell our company the results of your appraisal. We will then make an assessment and decide whether to buy the antique from the seller."
"I understand what you mean. It's the same as Xiangyaxuan, except you run a company and they run a store."
"Yes! You can understand it that way."
"Okay! I agree, but I don't have time this month. My grandson collided with a classmate on his bicycle while going to school today. It was a bit serious."
"Okay! Then when you have time, go directly to this address to find Li Changyong."
“............”
The two chatted for a few minutes, and after confirming the time, Yijian left in a hurry, preparing to go to the hospital to pay the child's medical expenses.
Mo Zhexuan and his friends bought two boxes from another antique shop, packed the blue and white porcelain vase and the crabapple bowl separately, and were just about to return to the State Guest Diaoyutai Hotel.
I received a message on my pager that the post office had a telegram sent to me from Hong Kong - to the front desk telephone room of the Ambassador Diaoyutai Hotel.
He had waited so long for this telegram that all the flowers had withered. Now that there was finally a result, he naturally couldn't wait to see it.
The four of them split into two groups. Mo Zhexuan and Li Peizhen rode their 28-bar bicycles to the post office to pick up the telegram, while Wang Yalin, Li Wanhua and other state guests took the Diaoyutai State Guest Hotel's special car to deliver the green porcelain vase and crabapple bowl back.
When I opened the telegram after receiving it from the post office, I found that it contained two or three thick pages. The first page contained information about how Lilia and Guan Jiahui missed me and how they both hoped that I would return home soon.
This made Mo Zhexuan feel guilty. Others at home were worried about him, and he had found a sister for them. He really didn't know how to explain it when he went back.
The second page was written by his son Mo Honghan. The boy said that he was now learning Chinese and polar bear language. He had learned 200 Chinese characters and 100 polar bear words. He also wrote a private message, saying that his unborn sister had been kicking Aunt Guan's belly these days, and he hoped that his father would come home soon.
The third page of paper was sent by Peter Ilyich Yeltsin. The other party told him that he had found an oil company in the Middle East through his connections with the KGB, called Kuwait National Petroleum Company Limited. The other party would formally send a cooperation application to China in the near future and would also send relevant personnel to China to communicate in person.
This made Mo Zhexuan very happy. The appearance of this news was like timely rain. No matter what tricks the American Arco Petroleum Company played, there was room for maneuver.
Speak of the devil, and he will appear. The pager sent another message, the content is as follows:
Xiaoxuan! The new negotiating representative from Arco Petroleum Co., Ltd. has arrived in Beijing. Today, Mr. Song, the general manager of China National Offshore Oil Corporation, told me that they are willing to give you 20% of their shares, but you will need to invest 500 million US dollars.
At the same time, at the negotiation meeting between the two sides, Wang Yilin, chairman of China National Offshore Oil Corporation, became furious and took out a stack of survey data on the actual reserves of the large gas fields in the Yacheng waters. Herbert and others were speechless.
Wang Yilin meant that the Yacheng sea area gas field was valued at 2 billion MiGold. The US Arco Petroleum Company could only hold 10% of the shares through technical investment, and China Gas Company could invest as much shares as it wanted according to its investment ratio.
After the two sides communicated, we had the upper hand. Herbert wanted to report to the headquarters. We agreed, but gave a deadline...
After reading it, Mo Zhexuan smelled a conspiracy. The American Arco Petroleum Company would not compromise easily. There must be a trick up its sleeve, but he had not figured out what it was yet.
But no matter what conspiracies and tricks the other party has, as long as the initiative of the project is on the Chinese side, the US Arco Petroleum Co., Ltd. will not be able to make any waves.
Once Kuwait Petroleum Corporation joins, the other party's technological advantages will no longer be indispensable, and there will be no need to worry about the other party giving up.
Today, Mo Zhexuan and Li Peizhen were exhausted. They did not return to the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse until 5 o'clock in the evening. They had a hearty meal and felt very tired, so they went to bed early and had no interest in a happy life.
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