Lin Han felt a little tired. He hummed in a daze and then closed his eyes. He was not woken up until Zhuang Yao woke him up after he parked the car.

He jumped out of the car holding Vanilla and entered the store.

The first thing I saw was that the knife that was originally placed in the most conspicuous place was gone.

After asking, I found out that it was bought by a colleague in the morning.

Lin Han quickly asked how much it was sold for.

At that time, Lin Han bought this knife at a price slightly higher than the market price in order to challenge the two bosses next door, Zhang and Wang.

If you buy less, you will lose money.

Huangfu Xue made a mysterious OK gesture and shook her finger at Lin Han.

"No way, how much did it sell for? Thirty thousand?"

Huangfu Xue sneered and lowered her head to organize her things:

"How can it be 30,000? Wouldn't that mean I have to pay for it? Three hundred thousand! Three hundred thousand!"

Three hundred thousand?

Not bad.

I didn’t make a big profit, but the profit in the middle was still over 100,000.

"It's OK. At least my efforts were not in vain."

Huangfu Xue looked up at him and said, "What do you mean your efforts were not in vain? It's obviously a big profit, okay? Fortunately, Mr. Zhang and I are good at talking, so the buyer is willing to buy it!"

Mr. Zhang continued, "Indeed, Xiaoxue has done a lot of work. Besides, I think many buyers are attracted by our Shuangmulin brand. They can raise the price of something that is originally worth around 200,000 to 300,000."

This is actually normal.

This is the so-called brand premium.

Otherwise, why do businesses spend so much energy on creating a store image and managing their brand?

Isn't it just to increase the transaction price?

Mr. Zhang's words made Lin Han, Zhuang Yao and Huangfu Xue very happy.

Last time, Lin Han invited them to eat seafood in the restaurant, but because of An An’s arrival, they didn’t enjoy the meal enough.

Today, An An's mother was also cured by Lin Han, and Lin Han's own Xuantong Body Tempering Technique also rose to the fourth level.

Shuangmulin’s business has also reached a new level.

Certainly worth celebrating.

Lin Han suggested having a barbecue outside the store in the evening.

There is a barbecue grill in the store, and you can prepare seafood, lamb, skewers and so on.

When there are fewer people on the street, we will grill skewers together.

Zhuang Yao clapped her hands excitedly.

She was in Beijing and never had the chance to barbecue by herself.

I've been itching to do this for a long time.

There was nothing she wanted to do in the store, so she took this opportunity to run out and buy some supplies.

In the evening, Shen Nianyi also came.

Lin Han moved the barbecue grill out and set it up in a sheltered place between his home and Lao Wang's antique shop.

Mr. Zhang and Huangfu Xue were responsible for threading the skewers, while Shen Nianyi and Zhuang Yao were responsible for applying the sauces and so on.

Lin Han stood next to the barbecue grill and lit the charcoal.

Soon, the charcoal was lit and the first batch of lamb kebabs began to be grilled.

The aroma of charcoal mixed with the spicy taste of lamb makes everyone's appetite whet.

The door of Lao Wang's antique shop creaked open, and Lao Wang from next door came over curiously.

He glanced around, then put his hands in his pockets and stood opposite Lin Han to chat:

"Barbecue."

"Um."

Lao Wang looked into the two-wood forest again:

"I heard that you sold the knife?"

Wearing gloves, Lin Han turned over the sizzling lamb skewers and sprinkled a handful of chili powder on them.

"It's sold, what are you waiting for if you don't sell it?"

Lao Wang's eyes sparkled: "How much did it sell for?"

Lin Han stopped what he was doing and looked at Lao Wang: "What are you doing?"

"Hehe..." Lao Wang sniffed: "If I don't do anything, what else can I do? Just ask, ask..."

Lin Han didn't say anything and continued to grill his lamb kebabs.

The skewered meat was handed over.

Mr. Zhang and Huangfu Xue had almost finished their work.

Picking up the trash.

Mr. Zhang was diligent and simply cleaned out everything in the trash can in the store.

Dump them all into the big trash can at the door of the store.

There were also a few pieces of burnt charcoal in Lin Han's barbecue grill.

He picked up the charcoal with an iron tongs and threw it into the big trash can, then returned to the barbecue grill to turn the lamb kebabs.

Lao Wang was still complaining:

"You make a fortune every day, but I'm so poor that I can barely afford to eat... Can't you see? I can't even afford to hire a clerk on duty in the store!"

Lin Han listened to his words, but a voice in his mind kept repeating: No, no, something must be wrong!

Oh!

Lin Han reacted, threw the clamp down and ran to the trash can.

Ignoring the burning charcoal, he used his gloved hand to pinch it open.

Then he took out the roll of grass.

A big hole had been burned on one side of the scroll. Because it was rolled up, the hole penetrated several layers and burned all the way to the scroll.

Fortunately, there was no open flame on the charcoal, and the rescue was timely, so the black hole on the scroll did not continue to expand.

After seeing him do all this, everyone finally reacted.

Zhuang Yao exclaimed: "Isn't this that painting?"

As he said that, he hurried over and asked Lin Han if his hand was burned.

Old Zhang felt extremely guilty. After finding out that Lin Han was not seriously injured, he went to look at the painting tremblingly.

"I thought it was trash, so I threw it out... I'm sorry, Lin Han, I'm sorry."

Lin Han waved his hand.

It’s true that I can’t blame Mr. Zhang.

In the afternoon, Lin Han came back with the vanilla. He did not put it into the warehouse immediately, but put the painting on the chair.

Then I talked to Huangfu Xue about the knife.

The quality of the country grass was originally not good, so Mr. Zhang would deal with some of the copies he and Lin Han made every day.

Therefore, it is normal to treat rural grass as garbage.

"Don't blame you, it's my fault that I didn't put it away properly."

Lin Han said this, but he was actually thinking about how to restore the painting.

He was very fond of this painting by Hai Rui.

In fact, Lin Han also likes famous artists like Zhu Da, Zheng Banqiao, and Li Keran, whose works are worth hundreds of millions.

However, the works of these people are more or less mechanical.

Of course, craftsmanship is not a disadvantage, but Lin Han feels that the simplicity presented in Hai Rui's painting is more touching.

He gently opened the painting.

Black holes as big as bowls are distributed from the top of the painting to the bottom.

There were four or five holes in total, all exactly the same size.

The black holes above and in the lower center barely spoil the picture.

These places are blank.

Only the two above make the mountain lack something.

Lin Han frowned and didn't even bother to eat at the barbecue. He carried the painting and walked into the store.

Boss Wang, who witnessed all this, had a gloating expression on his face.

hey-hey!

I never thought that you, Shuangmulin, would have ended up like this!

Seeing how nervous Lin Han was about that painting, it must be something extraordinary!

It’s better to burn it.

It would be better if they were all burned!

He pretended to pack up his things with Huangfu Xue and the others, and then stayed in Shuangmulin in the name of helping out to see what Lin Han was going to do.

Lin Han spread the painting neatly on the glass coffee table, and then asked Mr. Zhang to go to the supermarket next door to buy a few small spray bottles.

Mr. Zhang said, "Hey," and hurried away.

Zhuang Yao felt that his legs and feet were not very good and wanted to take over.

But Lin Han rejected it.

"Let Uncle Zhang do something, he'll feel better."