A treasure-appraisal maniac

Zhao Donglai determined that the Gao Henian shouting in front of him was undoubtedly a "fake" and ordered his men to handcuff Gao Henian away immediately.

While the two sides were arguing, a champagne-colored old BMW 7 Series sedan suddenly braked and stopped on the side of the road.

At first, Zhao Dong took a look at the BMW and didn't pay much attention to it. But when he glanced at the license plate, his whole body trembled as if he'd been electrocuted, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body.

The old BMW 7 Series can only be regarded as average in Bianliang City, and it is not comparable to luxury cars.

But the license plate of this car is even more disturbing than those luxury cars costing tens of millions, because the owner of this car is called Li Yunhe.

Sure enough, when the car door opened, a man and a woman appeared. It was Li Yunhe and his personal secretary, the beautiful Zhang Huan.

When Zhao Donglai met Li Yunhe, he was like a slave meeting his master, so flattering that it was disgusting.

"Hello, Mr. Li, why do you have the time to come here?"

"Where do I have to report to you?"

Li Yunhe glared at Zhao Donglai and walked directly to Lu Fei.

The call Lu Fei received at that time was from Li Yunhe. The two made an appointment to go to Lu Fei's rental house to get medicinal wine. Li Yunhe chased all the way until they caught up with this scene.

"Brother, what is going on?"

When Li Yunhe called him "brother," Zhao Donglai over there almost peed his pants.

Damn it!

This rag collector Lu Fei turned out to be Mr. Li's brother. Zhao Zhiyong, the old bastard who killed a thousand swords, didn't tell him. Isn't this a fucking scam?

Lu Fei told the story in a few words. Li Yunhe was furious after hearing this. He was about to ask Zhao Dongsheng to argue, but he saw Gao Henian wearing a handcuff.

Li Yunhe laughed suddenly.

"Hey!"

"Mr. Gao, where did you go to commit adultery and got caught? Why are you still wearing a tight spell?"

Gao Gao raised his beard and shouted loudly.

"Li Yunhe, stop your fucking sarcastic remarks and tell that turtle son who I am. I'm going to skin him."

"thump!"

Li Yunhe is no longer needed

It was proved that Zhao Donglai had collapsed on the ground.

It's over, I was tricked by Zhao Zhiyong this time.

Not only did he offend Mr. Li's brother Lu Fei, he even ordered the cultural security boss Gao Henian to be handcuffed. This time even God couldn't save him.

Zhao Donglai felt aggrieved!

You said you are Mr. Li's brother, why the hell are you collecting rags?

And you, the tall leader, you are also a civil servant. If you don’t ride in so many official cars, why don’t you squeeze in an electric three-wheeler with a bunch of old people?

Isn’t this a fucking disease? Can you blame me?

Li Yunhe stared at Zhao Donglai coldly and said to Lu Fei.

"Brother, tell me how to deal with him."

"I think it is too cheap to lay him off. Just because he bends the law for personal gain, there is no problem at all in letting him go to prison for ten or eight years."

Zhao Donglai was so frightened that he was scared to death. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to apologize. Now he no longer begged Lu Fei for forgiveness. As long as Lu Fei didn't add insult to injury, Amitabha would be fine.

Lu Fei looked at Li Yunhe, and for the first time he paid attention to Li Yunhe's identity.

When he first saw this guy, Lu Fei thought he was a relatively righteous rich second generation.

Later on Lingbao Street, Lu Fei saw Li Yunhe's financial resources and connections.

Now Lu Fei can't see through this guy again. It's definitely not just financial resources that can make the PC vice-captain so fearful.

Of course, Lu Fei would never take the initiative to ask him about this topic. He believed that sooner or later, Li Yunhe would tell the truth to him.

Lu Fei handed Li Yunhe a cigarette and said.

"Tell him to get lost."

"What?"

"Just forget it?"

"He is just a dog driven by people. If you take care of him, he won't hurt his master at all."

Lu Fei looked down at Zhao Donglai and said

.

"I won't argue with you this time. I hope there won't be a next time."

Zhao Donglai didn't expect such a good thing, so he kowtowed and thanked him.

Lu Fei continued.

"Go back and tell your master that today's grasshopper cage is just the beginning. Sooner or later, I will destroy his reputation."

After explaining Lu Fei's affairs, Gao Henian was furious and kicked Zhao Donglai twice before giving up.

Back at the rental house, Meng Xianguo was very satisfied with the huanghuali drum stool and red rosewood eight immortals table, and took the initiative to offer Lu Fei a high price of three million.

Zheng Zhiwei asked puzzledly.

"Brother Fei, huanghuali seems to be as famous as red sandalwood, right? How come such a small sticker box is more valuable than two huanghuali drum stools?"

Lu Fei explained to him.

"The so-called collection is actually the inheritance of a culture."

“The value of an object does not depend on its material, but on its cultural background and quantity.”

"Although this pair of drum stools is good, no one knows its origin, so the value can only be determined by market trends."

"The red sandalwood sticker box is different. It is from Prince Su's Palace, one of the only twelve hereditary iron hat kings in the Qing Dynasty. With this gimmick, the price will of course be much higher."

After the drum stool transaction, Lu Fei took out the medicinal wine and prepared to fill two bottles for Li Yunhe.

A group of old guys learned about the efficacy of medicinal wine, and their eyes turned green.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"That Xiao Fei, is this wine really as overbearing as you say?"

Li Yunhe said with a smirk.

"What's the matter, you elders also want to try it?"

"With all due respect, are you okay?"

"Pooh!"

"What's wrong with getting older? Old people can't pursue a happy life?" Gao Henian said with contempt in his eyes.

Lu Fei smiled and said.

"I can't tell you whether you are overbearing or not. How about you guys give it a try?"

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br\u003e Lu Fei’s words have touched the hearts of veterans, so what are you waiting for? Just give it a try.

As a result, after trying it, the veterans were collectively convinced.

"Haha, good stuff, good stuff, give me two bottles too."

"I want two bottles too."

"I also want."

Lu Fei waved his hand and said.

"The cost of this wine is very high. I can't afford to give it away for free. If anyone likes it, they can pay for it."

"No problem, how much does a bottle cost?"

"Excuse me, I would like to give you a hundred thousand bottles."

"His!"

"puff!"

"Hold!"

"You kid is so poor. Why don't you grab a hundred thousand bottle? It's so damn shameful."

Li Yunhe said with his eyes widened.

"What's the fuss about? What's the fuss about?"

"Tiger-tired Zihe Che made from 70-year-old Fenjiu wine. One hundred thousand bottles are the family price. You are all still dissatisfied. Don't buy it if it's too expensive. Keep it for me."

"What the hell?"

"Tiger tire Zihe car?"

"Aged Fenjiu?"

"Don't say anything. I bought it. Fill three bottles for me."

"I'll buy two bottles."

Once the old goods heard that they were real materials, they rushed to buy them one by one.

What to do if there is no packaging bottle?

It's easy to say that the old mineral water bottles collected on the tricycle are simply rinsed with tap water and then greeted directly.

The packaging is so down-to-earth. If you want to buy it, buy it or leave it.

In less than half an hour, Lu Fei sold thirty bottles of medicinal wine, making a net profit of three million.

Didn’t that person say that aged Fenjiu wine doesn’t count as principal?

No, Lu Fei was not willing to use Li Yunhe's wine at all. He still kept the good wine to drink. Giving them some sorghum was already worthy of the audience.