Signing in at the workplace: Rejecting the female president at the beginning

Chapter 45 Antique Market

With a kick of the accelerator, Bai Ning drove the Bugatti Venom out of the underground parking lot.

The paintwork of the Bugatti Venom shimmers slightly in the night.

It caused countless people on the road to look sideways.

"Fuck! What kind of car is this? It's so handsome! When did Bugatti release such a car?"

"Bugatti Venom! I'm not mistaken, there are only seven Bugatti Venoms in the world! Someone in Jiangnan City can afford to drive a Bugatti Venom!!"

"This car is so handsome! I don't know who is driving this car!"

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All eyes on the side of the road were focused on Bai Ning's Bugatti Venom.

Many people took out their mobile phones and recorded videos of Bai Ning's car.

While waiting for the traffic light, the vehicles behind were all far away from Bai Ning, for fear that one would accidentally scratch it and lose everything.

Not long after, Bai Ning arrived at his destination.

Jiangnan City East District Antique Night Market.

This was the largest antique market in the Jiangnan period, gathering a large number of antique sellers and gold diggers who wanted to try their luck.

The goods in it are mixed and full of opportunities.

Some people find peerless treasures for 500 yuan, and others get rich overnight, while others buy a pile of scrap metal for 200 million yuan.

Everything is a game of thinking and eyesight.

When Bai Ning was wandering around, he came here before, but he didn't go deep into it.

Now, he is proficient in appraising skills to see if he can choose a suitable gift for the old man of the Ye family.

Bai Ning got out of the car, and countless pedestrians looked at him.

Some people are envious, some are contemptuous, some want to get involved with Bai Ning, but most of them are the greedy eyes of the shop owner.

This kind of young man who drives a luxury car has always been the target of their slaughter.From their point of view, this kind of young man has a lot of money on him, and his vision is average, and they can get their money out of them with a few words of deception.

It's a pity that they didn't know that Bai Ning came prepared.

Bai Ning didn't pay attention to their gazes. At this moment, he was already shocked by the large amount of information that appeared in his mind.

As soon as his eyes touched the antique treasure, relevant knowledge and judgments about this antique would appear in his mind.

Yuan blue and white, made of modern technology, with obvious signs of aging.

Landscape and Buddha paintings, the real one is in the National Museum of Daxia Kingdom.

Celadon cup, authentic, but artificially aged.

Experience and knowledge about these antiques emerged in Bai Ning's mind.

Good guy, at first glance, it's all defective!

Bai Ning was a little disappointed and continued to move forward.

This antique market is divided into two parts, one part has shops in the antique market, and the other part has no shops to set up stalls.

The ones in the shop are not necessarily good, but the ones on the street stalls are not necessarily bad.

Bai Ning walked all the way, looking at the goods that caught his eye, he shook his head repeatedly.

Suddenly a shop owner stopped him: "Young man, look over here!"

Bai Ning stopped in his tracks, and he hasn't seen any good products until now.

"Boss, look at what's inside of you."

"No problem, young man, come here, please come inside." The shop owner flattered.

Bai Ning walked into the store and looked around.

I didn't see any good things, but saw a familiar figure.

"Vice Minister Zhao?" Bai Ning asked tentatively.

Zhao Yong suddenly turned his head, and when he saw Bai Ning, his face darkened instantly.

"Why are you?" Zhao Yong said angrily.

Holding a porcelain cup in his hand, he is looking at and caressing it carefully.

"I'll come over and have a look, see if I can find anything good." Bai Ning replied very naturally.

"Shopping, at your age, can you do it? It's just to pay the tuition here, it's better, go back and read some books, and then come here to practice." Zhao Yong looked at the cup in his hand carefully, and said disdainfully.

In his opinion, Bai Ning came to this antique market at his age, he was like a living leek.

"This place, the water is very deep." Zhao Yong said again.

"Mr. Zhao is an expert. Last time he took a treasure from my shop and sold it for [-] yuan." The shop owner said at this time.

Bai Ning did not expect that Zhao Yong would be so kind.

As soon as the owner of the small shop finished speaking, he said flatteringly to Zhao Yong: "How about it, Mr. Zhao, this cup looks pretty good."

"It's really good." Zhao Yong nodded, very satisfied with the cup in his hand.

Bai Ning's eyes were also on the cup in Zhao Yong's hand.

This cup looks like an old thing from the Ming Dynasty, but in fact it was produced during the Republic of China.Fakes belonging to the Republic of China period are still worth a few dollars.

"Let's quote a price." Zhao Yong put down the cup and said, it can be seen that he has already set his sights on this cup.

"This cup is also one of the old treasures of our store. If it weren't for the lack of items in the store during this time, I wouldn't want to display it." The store owner mused.

"Let's do it this way, for auspiciousness, this number."

The store owner made an eight with his fingers.

"Eighty thousand?" Zhao Yong asked back.

"Make friends." The store owner grinned.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ning secretly sneered.

Although this cup is finely crafted and quite old, it is still a fake.Fakes from the period of the Republic of China are also fakes, and they are not worth the price at all.

At most 5000 yuan.

The shop owner wants [-] yuan for export, which is obviously killing pigs.

But Bai Ning didn't say anything, he knew that Zhao Yong didn't want to see him now, Bai Ning was not sure if he stood up to help Zhao Yong tell the truth, whether Zhao Yong would believe his words.

Maybe Zhao Yong thought that Bai Ning wanted to cut off his money.

After thinking about it, Bai Ning still gave Zhao Yong a look.

Zhao Yong was indifferent.

"It's not worth eighty thousand." Zhao Yong shook his head.

Although he likes to think about antiques, his work can't bring him much income after all.

Zhao Yong's annual salary is only about 15 yuan, and he spent [-] yuan to buy this cup, which is equivalent to half a year's salary.

"Cheaper, forty thousand!"

"Forty thousand, boss, how can you bargain like this. This is an old thing from the Ming Dynasty. Look at the workmanship. If you say forty thousand, I might as well keep it for myself." The shop owner waved his hand quickly, indicating that he would not do it.

Bai Ning watched the store owner's flamboyant performance from the sidelines, and felt sick in his heart, and he could really pretend like this.

Bai Ning couldn't believe that the owner of the shop who had seen so many antiques would not be able to see that it was a fake from the Republic of China period.

"How about it, [-], how about it?" Zhao Yong gritted his teeth and raised the price.

"Sixty-six thousand! Make it auspicious." The shop owner shook his head helplessly, and finally said with a sigh.

"Deal!" Zhao Yong was extremely excited.

Later, he transferred 6000 yuan to the shop owner.

The store owner packed the cup and handed it to Zhao Yong.

"Go slowly." The store owner said with a smile.

Zhao Yong was carrying the box, ready to leave.

He came to Bai Ning's side and said in a low voice: "Young people, don't touch this thing, save some money steadily."