Chapter 18 Antique Street

Assistant Bai carefully placed the documents in his hand on the desk and stood respectfully at the side waiting.

The voice on the phone was still chattering, explaining over and over again.

The man on the chair seemed to have fallen asleep; only his bony fingers on the armrests were tapping lightly and rhythmically.

The person who was speaking seemed to be losing confidence, and his voice became softer and softer, until he unconsciously said with a hint of trepidation: "Cousin..."

Yuan Tingchuan's eyes still didn't open, and his calm voice echoed in the office: "I have seen the list of personnel sent by the company. Who agreed to your temporary replacement?"

The voice on the phone was somewhat anxious: "It wasn't me who wanted to change it. It was my second uncle who said this was a temporary decision made by the company. But now he doesn't admit it?"

Yuan Tingchuan's deep voice remained unhurried: "You are the person in charge, and you are the one who temporarily replaced the leader. It was also my decision to transfer you to the overseas branch."

The voice on the phone became anxious again. Yuan Tingchuan suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Assistant Bai.

Bai Qing stepped forward and hung up the phone.

Yuan Tingchuan tapped the document with his fingers. He said, "Is Mr. Huo satisfied with the things I gave him last time?"

Assistant Bai said softly, "Mr. Huo asked me to convey his gratitude to you."

His eyes gently slid across Yuan Tingchuan's face, which was indistinguishable from his emotions, and he said carefully, "Speaking of this thing, Ms. Du contacted me today. She has an imperial green pendant that she wants to sell."

Yuan Tingchuan frowned. He had heard from Old Yang that the last jadeite was picked up by Ms. Du at a bargain price. So this imperial green jadeite...

This Ms. Du is quite interesting.

He said, "The price is good. After you buy the product, send it to me for inspection."

Assistant Bai said "yes" softly and quietly retreated.

Du Ruo hung up the phone, walked out of the public telephone booth, and stood on the street to think for a while. Since she was already late, she might as well take it as asking for leave. After all, she was the boss of Group 5 now and she had the final say.

Du Ruo took a taxi and went to the antique street.

Linshan City's economy has always been relatively developed. It is a provincial capital and not far from the port city. As the old saying goes, "In troubled times, people buy gold; in prosperous times, people collect antiques." After the reform and opening up, the antique street has developed rapidly and is becoming increasingly prosperous.

As soon as you reach the corner of the street, you can see scattered antique shops and stalls.

Du Ruo was not in a hurry either. She put her hands behind her back and looked at everything one by one. The difference between her and others was that she not only looked at things, she also looked at people.

Whenever an item is about to be sold, the red lines on both sides are always pulling each other. If the price is reasonable, the increase of the red line will be limited. If someone gets a big bargain, the red line will grow a lot, which is quite interesting.

Du Ruo watched with great interest along the way. It was much more interesting than TV dramas.

The further you go, the more shops and stalls you see. When you reach the Antique Street, they are all next to each other, and the small stalls at the door are also packed with things.

There are quite a wide variety of items, including gold, silver, jade, porcelain and pottery, which makes people dizzy.

Du Ruo was looking at a bronze sword. The boss said, "This sword is not ordinary. It is the sword of Gou Jian, King of Yue. Do you know Gou Jian, King of Yue? He is the one who slept on firewood and was brave.

Do you know what it means to sleep on firewood? This guy is a ruthless man. He can even sleep on a pile of firewood. This is the sword he had back then!"

As the stall owner spoke, he nodded twice vigorously, indicating that what he said was true and that the sword was of great origin.

Du Ruo couldn't help but laugh.

"Sword of Goujian, King of Yue"? If this sword is real, this guy will be in big trouble. It is a national first-class cultural relic and the treasure of the museum. How can he take it?

Seeing Du Ruo's disbelief, the stall owner got a little anxious. He stared and said, "My bronze sword is real. Guaranteed authenticity! If you don't believe me, look at this. These are all from the same batch."

As he spoke, he took out a big bag from underneath. The bag was dirty and filled with all kinds of things. He showed them to Du Ruo one by one.

"See? This is the iron spear head used by General Yang back then."

"This is the Heshi Bi that Qin Shi Huang got from someone when he unified the six kingdoms."

"This one is amazing. It's the mirror that Concubine Yang Gui used to comb her hair."

Du Ruo couldn't help laughing because of his teasing.

This person is so interesting. Is it so low-level to deceive people nowadays?

Just as she was thinking this, she heard a stall owner next to her raise his voice and say, "Twenty yuan? This is the night pot used by Emperor Qianlong. Are you going to give me just twenty yuan? No! It has to be at least thirty yuan!"

Du Ruo…………

Is everything so hard to describe now?

Soon, she discovered that the sellers were smiling and didn't care at all, and the buyers were also smiling and didn't care much.

Okay, she understood. Everyone knew what was going on in this stall. It was just for fun.

She also asked the stall owner with a smile: "You sell goods like this? What if someone takes advantage of you?"

Seeing that she had understood something, the stall owner smiled and said, "You are lucky if you can pick up the spoils. If you can pick them up, it means they are not my wealth."

Hey, you have a good attitude.

Du Ruo reached out and picked up a black bowl, saying, "I want this one."

The stall owner took a look and asked with a smile: "It's dark inside and outside, and it doesn't look good. Look at how beautiful the golden bowl next to it is?"

Du Ruo picked up the golden bowl and compared them. She said, "This golden bowl is too big. How much rice can it hold? Two bowls will take up half a pot, right?

The man in our family has a big appetite and is a real glutton, but we gave him a bowl like this and a whole pot of rice for him to eat alone."

The stall owner was amused and said, "Sister-in-law, you are too stingy. You only let people work and you don't even want to give them food?"

Du Ruo said, "Forget it, the work he does is not enough to buy rice. I just want this small bowl. Two yuan. Will you sell it to me?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "My dear lady, I sell antiques, not junk."

Du Ruo blinked her eyes and said, "I'm buying antiques, right? Antiques are good, maybe you can even find a bargain."

The stall owner was so amused by her that he couldn't stop laughing. He said, "Okay, let's stop making fun of her. Here's the twenty yuan."

Du Ruo stretched out his hand and compared, saying, "His is so big, and mine is so small. You also want twenty yuan?"

The stall owner was speechless: "Lady, are antiques really that valuable?" This lady is really an amateur.