Li Peizhen on the side reacted quickly.
She quickly took out a thick stack of bills from her Chanel bag and handed it over.
Yijian picked up his Begonia bowl and wiped it carefully with the silk he carried with him, with a look of reluctance and pain on his face.
He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, took the money, and solemnly instructed:
"This crabapple bowl is a treasure left by our ancestors. We must protect it well."
"Don't worry, old sir. I will do my best to protect it."
Mo Zhexuan took the crabapple bowl with both hands and carefully observed its body, patterns and carvings.
It is truly extraordinary and can be called the best of the best.
When the shop owner saw this scene, he felt as if he had lost hundreds of millions and was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He angrily ordered them to leave: "Get out of here, you are not welcome here!"
"Just go! I, your grandpa, don't want to be bullied here!"
After Yijian took the banknotes, he quickly counted them to see if they were genuine.
Then carefully put it into the pocket inside the worn shorts.
He took a last deep look at the Begonia bowl in Mo Zhexuan's hand.
It was like saying goodbye to a precious old friend.
Then he turned around decisively and left the store without looking back.
"Let's go too." Seeing this, Mo Zhexuan quickly handed the Begonia Bowl to Li Wanhua for safekeeping.
He picked up the blue and white porcelain vase, turned around and chased after Yijian's departing back.
Mo Zhexuan knew clearly that such an outstanding collector and appraiser was exactly the talent he urgently needed to recruit.
"Old sir! Please wait a moment!" Mo Zhexuan shouted loudly while chasing, hoping to attract Yijian's attention.
Yijian stopped, frowned, and subconsciously tightened the stack of banknotes in his purse, fearing that they would be snatched away.
He turned around and looked at Mo Zhexuan with a wary look.
"Old sir, you misunderstood." Mo Zhexuan explained with a smile.
"I'm not going back on the deal, but I'd like to invite you to join our company."
"Oh? Tell me about it." Yijian was a little curious, but there was still a hint of wariness in his tone.
"I plan to open an antique collection company, specializing in the acquisition, appraisal and sale of antiques."
Mo Zhexuan introduced his plan in detail.
"I hope to invite you to become an appraiser in our company, responsible for the authenticity appraisal and value assessment of antiques."
"Appraiser?" Yi Jian repeated the new term, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
"So what kind of work is that?"
"Simply put, it means using your professional knowledge and experience to identify and evaluate antiques," Mo Zhexuan explained.
"Your work will directly impact the quality and price of antiques our company acquires and sells. Your monthly salary is 200 yuan..."
"A monthly salary of 200 RMB?" When Yi Jian heard this number, a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
In Beijing, this salary level is already astronomical.
"Yes, the monthly salary is 200 RMB." Mo Zhexuan nodded in confirmation.
"I believe your expertise and experience will be our company's most valuable asset."
Yijian was silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.
He knew this was a rare opportunity, but he also understood that there was no free lunch in the world.
"I need to think about it," Yi Jian finally said, "but I am indeed very interested in your proposal."
"Of course, I understand." Mo Zhexuan nodded to show his understanding. "You can contact me at any time. My contact information is..."
Mo Zhexuan handed over his business card. Yi Jian took it and carefully put it into his pocket. He was obviously moved.
After a brief exchange between the two, Mo Zhexuan and others selected two exquisite boxes from another antique shop.
Carefully pack the blue and white vase and crabapple bowl purchased earlier.
Just then, Mo Zhexuan received a message on his pager.
The post office has a telegram sent to you from Hong Kong-----the front desk telephone room of the Ambassador Diaoyutai Hotel.
The flowers he had been waiting for all along had withered.
Now that there are finally results, I naturally can’t wait to see them.
The four of them split into two groups. Mo Zhexuan and Li Peizhen rode 28-bar bicycles to the post office to pick up the telegram.
Wang Yalin, Li Wanhua and other state guests came in the Diaoyutai State Hotel's special car to take the green porcelain vase and crabapple bowl back.
When she opened the telegram she got from the post office, she found that it was from Lilia's cousin Peter.
The other party told him that he had found an oil company from the Middle East called Kuwait National Petroleum Company through his connections in the KGB.
Soon this company will formally send a cooperation application to China.
At the same time, relevant personnel will be sent to communicate in person.
This made Mo Zhexuan very happy. The appearance of this news was like timely rain.
No matter what tricks the US Arco Petroleum Company plays, there is 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 for the US-based Arco Petroleum Company has arrived in Beijing.
Today, Mr. Song, the general manager of China National Offshore Oil Corporation, told me that the other party can give you 20% of the shares.
But you need to invest 500 million US dollars.
At the same time, at the negotiation meeting between the two parties, Wang Yilin, Chairman of China National Offshore Oil Corporation, became furious.
When a stack of survey data on the actual reserves of the large gas fields in the Yacheng sea area was brought out, Herbert and others were speechless.
The news about the actual reserves of the large gas field in the Yacheng sea area was what Mo Zhexuan told Comrade Xixian directly in Zhonghai last time.
When doing a favor, you should give it to an important person.
Wang Yilin meant to value the Yacheng sea area gas field at 2 billion cubic meters of gold.
Arco Petroleum Corporation of the United States can only hold 10% of the shares through technical investment.
China Gas Company can invest as many shares as it wants according to its investment ratio.
After communication between the two sides, we have the upper hand.
Herbert wanted to report to headquarters, and we agreed, but gave him a deadline...
After reading it, Mo Zhexuan smelled a scent of conspiracy.
Arco Petroleum Corporation of the United States will not compromise easily.
There must be a back-up plan, but I haven’t figured out what it is yet.
But no matter what conspiracies and tricks the other party has, the initiative of the project lies with China.
Arco Petroleum Co., Ltd. of the United States can't make any waves.
Once Kuwait Petroleum Corporation joins, the other party's technological advantages will no longer be indispensable.
At that time, there is no need to worry about the other party giving up.
Mo Zhexuan and Li Peizhen were exhausted today.
It was not until 5 o'clock in the evening that we returned to the Dao Guobin Diaoyutai Hotel.
I ate the meal with relish.
Feeling very tired, the two went to bed early.
I have no interest in living a happy life anymore.
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