"Hello, little brother."

Zhao Qian smiled broadly and said sincerely: "My little brother's luck is really enviable. He actually received a painting within a painting. Forgive me for asking. I wonder which famous artist this painting is from?"

This is easy to understand. If it were not something precious, who would go to such great lengths to cover it up.

"I think it might be Wen Tong's ink bamboo painting." Wang Guan said with a smile. Anyway, the mystery should be revealed soon. Moreover, Yu Feibai and Yang Lao also knew what was going on, and he didn't mind telling Zhao in advance.

Modesty.

"The authentic work of Wen Yuke, the master of Huzhou Bamboo Sect!" Zhao Qian exclaimed.

It can be seen that he also has certain attainments in calligraphy and painting, and also understands the cultural value of Wen Tong's authentic bamboo paintings. He did not expect that during a routine visit, he would have the opportunity to encounter such a treasure, which can be regarded as an unexpected surprise.

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After the surprise, Zhao Qian thought of the main purpose of visiting Mr. Huang, and Zhao Qian quickly took out a business card, presented it to Wang Guan with both hands, and then said politely: "Little brother, our Zhengyaxuan is planning to hold the event at the end of the year.

At that time, we will organize an auction. If you have any collections and plan to sell them, you can entrust us to help you auction them."

"We at Zhengyaxuan have strong financial resources and strong connections in the business community..."

Taking this opportunity, Zhao Qian introduced it eloquently, which was nothing more than bragging for Zhengyaxuan, implying that if Wang Guan gave the things to Zhengyaxuan for auction, he would definitely get a sky-high price for it.

"Well...Mr. Zhao, I don't have anything to sell right now. However, if there is a chance in the future, I will consider Zhengyaxuan." Wang Guan smiled and put the business card away.

Zhao Qian refused to give up and continued to make insinuations: "Little brother, for example, the ink bamboo painting just now..."

"Mr. Zhao, I just got the ink bamboo painting, and I have no intention of transferring it for the time being." Wang Guan frowned slightly. At this time, he understood why Mr. Huang felt annoyed and ran to the studio to hide in peace.

At this moment, Yu Feibai suddenly said: "Why didn't I know that Zhengyaxuan was planning an auction?"

This is a bit strange to ask. What does the auction held by Zhengyaxuan have to do with you, Mr. Yu? Why do I have to let you know about it?

Everyone was a little stunned, especially Zhao Qian, who was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "This little brother seems to know our Zhengyaxuan very well..."

"I can't say I know him well, but when I was in Sijiu City, I was often dragged to listen to him show off how good Zhengya Xuan was, how much profit it made, how big the scale was, and how many branches he opened..."

Yu Feibai said casually: "I remember that the branch in Shudu was only established at the beginning of the year."

"Well……"

Zhao Qian was stunned and nodded slowly. If it were not like this and the situation could not be opened up, he would not have thought of organizing an auction at the end of the year to expand the influence of Zhengyaxuan.

At the same time, Zhao Qian seemed to understand something and asked tentatively: "Does this gentleman know Mr. Tang?"

"Mr. Tang, I don't know." Yu Feibai sneered: "I only know a guy named Tang Qinghua, and he is just a deputy general manager who works for a living."

When Zhao Qian heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up. With a little respect, he said with a smile: "It turns out he is Mr. Tang's friend. How disrespectful."

"He is him and I am me. Don't act like I am your boss." Yu Feibai waved his hand and said, "Besides, this guy is so unjust. He held an auction without notifying me."

"This is a small auction that the chairman of the board ordered a few days ago for each of our branches to organize."

Zhao Qian quickly explained that he knew Mr. Tang's identity very well. Since Yu Feibai was Mr. Tang's friend and acted so casually, he must have an extraordinary background.

Although, as the person in charge of the Zhengyaxuan branch, he is also recognized in the chairman's heart, so there is no need to be groveling. But it is not a bad thing to be polite.

"It should have been like this a long time ago." Yu Feibai nodded and said: "Look at Rongbaozhai, they have annual spring and autumn auctions. The turnover is more than a billion, and they make a lot of money. This shows how popular the auction is."

"How can this compare."

Mr. Yang smiled beside him and said: "Rongbao Auction, like Poly and Guardian, is one of the largest auction events in the country. Moreover, Rongbaozhai itself is also a time-honored brand, with a heritage of three hundred years and the highest reputation.

It’s well-known and popular, so it’s naturally popular.”

"That's right."

Zhao Qian also nodded and said: "So, what we, Zhengyaxuan, need most now is to accumulate popularity and organize some small auctions first. After we gain popularity and expand the market, we will make further plans."

"Um."

Mr. Yang was noncommittal.

You know, since the collecting trend started among the people, the antique business has become popular. Various auction companies, pawn shops, jewelry companies, etc., have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a rain in cities all over the country.

However, most of them are only limited to small troubles in the local area. To say that there is no one that can be as famous as Rongbao, Jiade, and Poly, and become famous nationwide, there is really no one.

This Zhengya Xuan seems to be the same. After all, it is newly established. No matter how ambitious it is, it may not be able to form a large influence in a short period of time.

In the following time, several people followed the topic and discussed the advantages and disadvantages of domestic and foreign auction houses. During the period, the nanny came in to change three pots of tea. When the third pot of tea was drained, Mr. Huang's voice came from upstairs.

sound.

"You all, come up." Mr. Huang waved from upstairs. His face seemed a little tired, but his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he looked very excited.

At this time, everyone could no longer sit still. They stood up one after another, went up to the second floor, and walked into Mr. Huang's studio.

The studio is very spacious, larger than the living room downstairs, with clear windows and plenty of sunlight. In the middle of the room, there is a large table ten meters long and five meters wide.

The dark brown wood, smooth and flat countertop exudes a faint luster, giving people a mellow and subtle beauty.

Standing next to Wang Guan, Yu Feibai whispered: "That's black rosewood, a top-grade precious mahogany wood. I'm afraid I won't be able to get such a big table without millions."

"This framed table is worth 1.5 million."

Hearing this, Mr. Yang smiled slightly and said, "I made that five years ago. Isn't the workmanship good?"

"The craftsmanship is unique and the craftsmanship is amazing." Wang Guan said with a smile.

"Flattery." Mr. Yang laughed and scolded: "The most important thing when decorating a table is that it is flat and the style cannot be too complicated. Therefore, the whole table is just a countertop with four legs. It is the simplest."

"Simple and ordinary, you can see the skill." Wang Guan said with a smile: "At least, when I looked at this table, the first thing I felt was that it was calm and heavy. It seems that no matter how the ground shakes, the table can be as stable as a mountain."

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