National Tide 1980.

Chapter 223

December 12nd is a day Ning Weimin will never forget.

Because it was on this day that "King Solomon's treasury" was completely opened for him.

Under Lang Lang's sunny day, all the nine thousand "treasures" in the treasury will be boxed and moved out of here, and will become his private property ever since.

As a result, he became the largest collector of Chinese modern paintings and the uncrowned king of related categories.

"Slow down! Slow down! Put one piece at a time!"

"Don't try to save trouble, it will be broken again!"

"What about you, can you be careful!"

In the warehouse, the warehouse clerk Xiao Qi was counting, while keeping a close eye on the people Ning Weimin had called in temporarily to help pack and carry the boxes.

His work attitude is very serious and responsible.

Of course, everything in this world happens for a reason.

The reason why such a labor enthusiasm that does not match the age at all appears in Xiao Qi.

Except for the reason that he wanted to perform well in front of Director Liu.

It was also because Ning Weimin promised Xiao Qi again in private today.

He said that he would thank him for his hard work of one hundred yuan after all the calligraphy and paintings were finished and good luck left.

Then think about it, rich ghosts can make money, let alone human beings?

Xiao Qi looked down on these calligraphy and paintings from the bottom of his heart, thinking that he was actually of no help.

At the same time, he also really felt that Ning Weimin was interesting and generous.

Then if I don't do this supervisor's job well, how can I have the nerve to take other people's money for nothing?

So he not only took great care to protect Ning Weimin's property.

Even intentionally or unintentionally put water on the numbers.

So the [-] pieces of calligraphy and painting that fell into Ning Weimin's hands were definitely not much more, including all the fine works of Curry.

To put it bluntly, Ning Weimin really made big things out of small money.

As far as Xie Xiaoqi's 200 yuan is concerned, the real value is actually equivalent to saving him [-] yuan.

"Brothers, everyone has worked hard today! Look at this windy day! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"No way, we have to wait until the things are packed and go together! Let's go at noon, I have to treat everyone to a good meal at noon!"

"Come on, which car is ready, you come here to get a box of cigarettes first, it's a small thing! It's not a respect!"

Downstairs, twelve flat-bed tricycles had long been densely packed.

Seeing the boxes of things being carried onto the truck, Zhang Shihui tensed up and comforted the tricycle drivers who were in charge of carrying the goods for Ning Weimin.

If Zhang Shihui and Xiao Qi are different, today should be the most disadvantaged person.

Because not only was he voluntary to help throughout the whole process, he even had to suffer from the cold outside, paying for it out of his own pocket.

There is no way, Ning Weimin, who bought the painting, suddenly became poor, and now he is just a donkey dung with a smooth surface.

So in order for these tricycle drivers to honestly follow the requirements, they bundled up the goods and delivered them safely.

For material incentives such as cigarettes, alcohol, and meals, Zhang Shihui had to pay for Ning Weimin.

Who lets talk about cash, he is the rich man now?

In short, after experiencing this incident, Zhang Shihui immediately had a new understanding of life.

That is to be friends with people who are too ambitious, so be careful.

Although it can benefit a lot from such friends.

But on the other hand, there will definitely be endless tiredness and endless worries.

Don't think about a stable life, it's the norm to be on tenterhooks.

As for Ning Weimin himself, he was talking with Aunt Liu and Huo Xin.

Of course, I feel elated and exhilarated in my heart.

Because this time with Shang Fang's sword, the "Dun'er" who barred him last time not only had nothing to do with this deal.

Instead, he had to help with the work in front of him and coordinate.

Although he kept mumbling in his mouth, he didn't know what he was complaining about.

But the more it was like this, the more it made Ning Weimin feel happy.

Nothing else, he's a bit vulgar.

What I like most is to make profits for myself and others to contribute.

The only thing I love to watch is when enemies hate him so much that they just look like they have nothing to do with him.

What is a real winner?

Ning Weimin believed that he had to base his happiness on the pain of the enemy, which would be really cool.

Otherwise, if there is no enemy's disheveled face as a foil, wouldn't the comfort of victory be greatly eclipsed?

It's just a pity that he couldn't see with his own eyes how depressed Director Wu and the Hong Kong businessman were.

Otherwise, it would be perfect...

Not to mention, things in the world are just so amazing!

It's as if God is Ning Weimin's real father, and he actually pays special attention to this kid, letting him do whatever he wants.

In fact, just as Ning Weimin Meimei was thinking about how quickly the value of this batch of calligraphy and painting would soar as she lay in bed every day from now on.

When I want to sleep, when I open my eyes, the object in my hand will increase by [-].

With the sound of "tapping" leather shoes, two men suddenly appeared in the corridor and came straight to the warehouse.

One of them was a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

The other person was wearing a suit and tie, which was almost the same as Ning Weimin's attire.

And it was obvious that both of them knew Aunt Liu.

Because after walking over, they first called out "Director Liu".

Very polite and enthusiastic approached to chat a few words.

Then, under the recommendation of Aunt Liu, he walked in front of Ning Weimin.

Only then did Ning Weimin know that the two people in front of Ganqing were the ones he had talked about just now.

The one in the Chinese tunic suit is the director Wu who is good at asserting himself.

In addition, this man in a suit and leather shoes wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking very refined.

It is Mr. Xu, a Hong Kong businessman who wants to fight with him for calligraphy and painting.

As for their intentions, it is also very simple.

Because Ning Weimin had Aunt Liu's backing, he raised enough funds this time, and almost swallowed [-]% of the calligraphy and painting in one gulp.

Then this Mr. Xu who rushed back from Hong Kong City with the money was naturally disappointed.

It also made Director Wu, who took care of everything at the beginning, feel ashamed and very embarrassed.

So the two discussed it, at the request of Mr. Xu.

Director Wu had no choice but to bite the bullet and wanted to connect Mr. Xu and Ning Weimin to meet.

Let's see if we can convince Ning Weimin face to face, hoping that he can cede part of it to Mr. Xu.

In this way, on the day of delivery of calligraphy and painting, they also came to join in the fun.

Needless to say, Ning Weimin was certainly not happy with such a request.

It was hard for him to bite such a large piece of meat, could he still spit it out?

But he could also see that Aunt Liu brought these two here reluctantly because of her affection.

That indifferent expression didn't seem to mean to help them at all.

So, he didn't even ask the price, and directly refused.

(End of this chapter)