Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

At the entrance of the sales department, a man with the appearance of a cadre graciously opened the rear door of the BMW.

Yang Rui pushed open the co-pilot's door and came out, feeling in his heart: The organization that has been serving veteran cadres all the year round is different. How did you know that our car came with such a good eye?

The cadre didn't seem surprised when he saw two girls coming out of the back door, and a young man like Yang Rui coming out of the co-pilot. He smiled and said, "Are you here to see the antiques?"

"We're here to buy calligraphy and paintings." Yang Rui paused, and then said, "I've been here before, and I asked Director Qiao Qunqiao to make an appointment."

The cadre said "Oh..." and laughed, and said: "I know, I know, I am responsible for this matter, Director Qiao told me, we specially bought some more calligraphy and paintings, and have been waiting... ...My humble Huang Shiguan, this...comrade Yang, are there three of us?"

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"Then go directly to the warehouse. The lobby is full of retail items, and the ones prepared for you are all in the warehouse." Huang Shiguan said, leading the three of them around the gate, through the small alleys, and toward the back one by one. The yard went.

Seeing that Fang Yanan could not enter the sales department, he was worried that Yang Rui and Jing Yulan would be deceived, so he chased after him in a reporter's tone of distrust: "Why do you need to go to the warehouse, can't you buy things in the lobby?"

"You can buy it, but the quantity may not meet Boss Yang's needs." Huang Shiguan really didn't know what to call Yang Rui. In terms of age, Yang Rui really doesn't look like an official, and Comrade Huang Shiguan is obviously not very familiar with other titles.

After hearing Huang Shiguan's words, Fang Yanan couldn't believe it even more, and said, "Don't pretend that I haven't been here. I dare not say if there are tens of thousands of antiques in your sales department. There must be thousands of antiques. How could there be enough antiques?" Question, I think you want to use second-best as a good one and become a Wenzhou shoe factory.”

Wenzhou's shoe industry has a long history, but in the early days of reform and opening up, Wenzhou's shoe industry left the Chinese people with the impression of manufacturing and selling counterfeit goods. Many stores even posted "There are no Wenzhou products in this store" to attract customers.

Huang Shiguan was taken aback by Fang Yanan's words. He couldn't figure out where he came from, and he didn't dare to offend him. He smiled and said, "Leader, I'm here to save you time. There are a lot of antiques in the sales department, but Yang The boss only wants calligraphy and paintings, and he specified that they should be older, so the quantity is not much. A while ago, we specially collected a batch of calligraphy and paintings that meet the requirements of Boss Yang, and stored them in the warehouse behind. This is to show you Take a look. Of course, if you want to see it in the sales department, you can go to the sales department to see it, I am casual."

After explaining, Huang Shiguan complained to Yang Rui again: "Mr. Yang, you know that you have been here. Our sales department is specially for veteran cadres. Veteran cadres like calligraphy and painting. They read more and buy less. They don't come to see it once. I only buy it once, and it is rare to buy two or three pairs occasionally. Our sales department usually does not buy too many calligraphy and paintings. Some people come to sell calligraphy and paintings. The price is slightly higher, and we will not accept them. This time, In order to save more for you, we have raised the purchase price. Some collectors heard about it and rushed to send over the painting... If you don't come, our warehouse will almost not be able to hold it, and we will have to sell it at a discount. "

Fang Yanan heard the problem now, and asked, "How big is your warehouse?"

Huang Shiguan smiled apologetically: "It's just a courtyard house, the place the Commercial Bureau found. You don't know, the storage requirements for calligraphy and painting are high, it can't be too wet, and it can't be too dry. If it gets wet, the picture will turn yellow, and it will crack when it dries. , can't put it too tightly...but it's troublesome."

This time it was Yang Rui's turn not to believe it, he curled his lips and said, "Your sales department is full of calligraphy and paintings.

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"You said that the ones in the cabinet have been stored for a long time. Besides, the conditions in the sales department are not bad. The house was remodeled later. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. I like to sleep in it when I am free." Huang Shiguan said carelessly. He said a few words, and then said: "Didn't we take the opportunity to ask for a warehouse, and many calligraphy and paintings from the sales department have been moved here. You can't tell Director Qiao about this, he knows, and he has to take the warehouse back. "

Yang Rui smiled suspiciously and said, "Let's go and have a look first."

"Okay, okay." Huang Shiguan led the way.

After walking about two to three hundred meters, the three of them came to a courtyard house with green bricks and green tiles.

This is obviously not a famous house, and the interior has been renovated. The flat concrete floor replaced the old bricks, and the whitewashed walls replaced the previous stucco. It doesn't look grand enough, but it is more practical.

"Mr. Yang, it's all inside." Huang Shiguan pushed open a door, and saw piles of calligraphy and paintings piled up on bookshelves along the surrounding walls.

"It's not as crowded as the sales department, but it's dense enough." Yang Rui opened a roll of calligraphy and painting to look at it, and rolled it back without feeling anything.

Huang Shiguan looked at Yang Rui's expression and said, "If you have any orders, just say it."

"Can you buy everything here?"

"It can be done, but it can't be cheap." Huang Shiguan took a peek at Yang Rui and said, "The sales department's pricing is cost plus profit. The calligraphy and paintings here are already priced up. It doesn't matter if the sales department doesn't make money, but it can't lose money." No, we can’t withdraw the account. Therefore, we bought in at the original price, and sold you at the original price. You can’t lower the price anymore, and if you lower the price, we will lose money..."

Huang Shiguan was very careful in what he said. Those sales departments that specialize in products are most afraid of being priced down. Profitable products are fine. Anyway, it is not their own money that is being suppressed. Embarrassed.

Yang Rui said noncommittally: "I'll choose the painting first. You have a price, right? How do I see the price?"

"We have a roster."

Huang Shiguan took a thread-bound account book, opened it, and it really contained the name, date and author of the calligraphy and painting, and even the price received and the name of the previous collector.

Fang Yanan clicked his tongue twice: "Is this your account?"

"Just such a ledger." Huang Shiguan laughed twice.

Yang Rui flipped through it casually, and saw that the prices of calligraphy and painting ranged from three to five yuan to thirty to fifty, and then to three to five hundred. Generally speaking, it was related to the age, but when it was detailed, it was extremely complicated.

Fortunately, he was already prepared, had already passed Professor Wang Yong, and invited a researcher who was good at identification to help.

Wang Yong himself likes antiques, so he knows a lot of people in the circle. Most of the connoisseurs in the 1980s worked in state units. The better ones worked in specialized institutions such as the Forbidden City researchers. The lesser ones might be archaeologists, or someone who really left pearls to the people. It’s not that there are none, but there are very few of them. After all, according to the ten years before the reform and opening up, urban residents without a formal job can hardly even survive, and those who are capable of playing antiques don’t have that kind of thought.

Yang Rui didn't ask for an appraisal. To him, as long as the calligraphy and paintings in this courtyard were genuine, he would be tantamount to picking up leaks.

Confirming that they can buy in large quantities, Yang Rui went to the small shop at the entrance of the alley to make a phone call, and when he returned to the yard, Fang Yanan was inquiring about the news with Huang Shiguan: "You have a total of thousands of calligraphy and paintings here, just pick whatever you want? "

"You were introduced by Director Qiao. Let's not talk about what other people do. If you say it, you must take as much as you want." Huang Shiguan paused for a while, and then asked tentatively: "I remember what I said before, it seems that you want as much as you want." ...Hehe, that's what I said, maybe it's too much, I'm thinking too much."

"No, as long as the things are real, I want as much as I have." Yang Rui came in through the door and interrupted the two of them.

Huang Shiguan breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly explained: "I am also taking the risk. If you don't want it, I really can't explain it."

"Then you still buy so much?" Fang Yanan asked Huang Shiguan suspiciously: "Did you raise the purchase price and take kickbacks?"

"How dare I!" Huang Shiguan hurriedly called Qu and said, "I don't dare to take it on when you say that, I..."

"It's okay, she just likes to talk nonsense." Yang Rui waved his hand, interrupted the two of them again, flirted with Jing Yulan, and said, "Go in and look at the paintings, such a good opportunity will not be many in the future."

"If you buy it, don't we just look at it casually?" Fang Yanan didn't move his legs.

Yang Rui smiled and said: "I bought it to save it, you can't just look at it if you want, besides, it's so tiring to make a special trip to look at the painting, why don't you study it?"

"If there are tens of thousands of pictures, you can buy them all? How expensive is that?" Fang Yanan was a little unimaginable.

Yang Rui had just made a wave of fame in North America, and it was the time when he was full of ambition, and he said proudly: "It's not too expensive."

"On average, a painting is fifty or sixty yuan, and one thousand pieces is five to sixty thousand. Besides, if you buy so much, how about your family opening a museum?" Can't imagine more.

Yang Rui laughed straight: "It's not that expensive."

"Director Huang, you said the average is fifty or sixty. Which one of you is talking nonsense?" Fang Yanan's reporter fell ill.

Yang Rui and Huang Shiguan looked at each other and smiled, but neither of them said anything.

Jing Yulan hurriedly pulled Fang Yanan away, and said in a low voice, "What are you asking about? Yang Rui made money from foreign companies, so he can buy whatever he wants."

"I was afraid that he wasted money, but looking at it now, there might be something tricky about it." Fang Yanan pondered, his mind full of fantasies about big news.

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