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"Miss...you..." The young man couldn't help but his expression changed, he stared at Jun Tieying with wide eyes, before he could stretch out his hand, the painting had already been torn into eight pieces by Jun Tieying, and he threw it away , scattered all over the place.

At this time, many people saw this scene, looked at Jun Tieying with a little surprise, and couldn't help pointing softly, even if the paintings produced by Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting are mediocre, they will not be torn up in the street!

For a painter, there is no doubt that this is the most humiliating behavior for them.

"I bought this painting." Jun Tieying said lightly.

The young man was about to have a fit, but he couldn't help but hold back at this moment, looking at Jun Tieying with a faint embarrassment, he subconsciously felt that this woman was here to find trouble!

She bought this painting, and of course no one can stop her from what to do with it, but absolutely no one would tear up a painting that she just bought without leaving the store.

At this time, Jun Tieying had already picked up another scroll and spread it out, "Morning Light Plateau Map?"

Jun Tieying glanced at Henry Zhang, of course she believed in Henry Zhang's judgment unconditionally.

"Difference!"

Henry Zhang still dropped a word lightly, it seemed that these paintings did not arouse his interest at all.

There was an uproar all around!

Because at the moment Henry Zhang's voice fell, Jun Tieying suddenly tore up the scroll in his hand again!

"I bought this painting."

Jun Tieying's voice resounded faintly, but it resounded extremely ear-piercingly in the ears of the dozen or so young people standing in front of each stall. Their faces turned dark and embarrassed almost at the same time, subconsciously concentrating in Jun Tieying's direction .

At this time, the people around seemed to realize that something was going on, and immediately cast their eyes over with great interest.

Jun Tieying and Henry Zhang didn't seem to feel the strange eyes around them at all. With Henry Zhang's word 'poor', Jun Tieying tore up a painting, but every torn painting, Jun Tieying would After buying it, those young people with embarrassing faces couldn't get angry for a while...

"Difference!"

When Jun Tieying tore up the tenth painting following Henry Zhang's words, finally a young man couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward with a vibrating voice, and said in a deep voice, "Miss, if you really came to buy the painting If you want to, we are infinitely welcome. However, if you want to cause trouble, miss, please leave."

"Of course our eldest lady is here to buy paintings. It's just..." Henry Zhang glanced at the scrolls piled up on several stalls, "The quality and craftsmanship of these paintings are too bad!"

The tone is full of dismissiveness.

The complexions of many young people sank at the same time. This guy in front of him is too arrogant and arrogant!

Although "Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting" is facing the crisis of bankruptcy, it is not something that people can ride on their necks at will.

Staring at Henry Zhang and Jun Tieying with embarrassing faces, for a while, the young man who stood up before took a deep breath. Facing this kind of 'evil guest', he opened the door to sell paintings, but he couldn't say that he did a great job. , Xu Sheng said, "You two, we don't charge for these paintings, please leave immediately, don't hinder us from selling paintings."

"Can these inferior paintings be sold to customers?" Jun Tieying slowly walked up the stone steps in front of the 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy', and said softly, "In this way, it will only damage the 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' more and more." ', without good works and reputation, how could 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' be able to operate."

Jun Tieying's tone became more and more aggressive. At first, the dozen or so young people thought she was trying to find fault, but the more they thought about it, they felt that her words made some sense, and they couldn't help but froze on the spot. , looked at each other speechless.

"What happened?"

At this time, the glass door was pushed open, and several figures stepped out. The leader was a middle-aged man with golden eyes. He had delicate features and thin lips. Surrounded by the crowd, he stepped out with an elegant temperament, and immediately his eyes fell on Jun Tieying.

A middle-aged man named Jun Mingde is now the manager of 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy'!

When he saw Jun Tieying, he couldn't help but subconsciously froze for a moment. He always felt that the woman in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it all at once, so he squinted at Jun Tieying, "Is this lady here to buy paintings? "

Jun Tieying glanced at Jun Mingde, and said indifferently, "Manager Jun is such a noble man, he forgets things."

Jun Mingde's pupils shrunk slightly, at this moment, Henry Zhang, who was standing aside, flicked his wrist, and a piece of information was directly hit on Jun Mingde's chest.Jun Mingde took a step back, picked up the document and opened it, his expression changed slightly, he looked up at Jun Tieying, and blurted out, "Miss Jun?"

The moment the words fell, all the 'Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting' people present couldn't help being shocked for an instant, and their eyes were all focused on Jun Tieying!

Third Miss Jun, Jun Tieying, is about to take over 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' and conduct the assessment of the core members of the Jun family. This notice has already been sent to the interior of 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy', and everyone knows it!

It's just that more people shook their heads and sighed.

'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' was already half-dead, but now, once Miss Jun San took over, what skills would a weak lady who has been sitting in a wheelchair for 20 years have?

Without the support from Jun's family, I'm afraid 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' will soon have to accelerate the pace of bankruptcy!

This made many people who wanted to spend a few more months' salary have some opinions on Miss Jun San. They don't want to see Miss Jun take over 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy'.

Unexpectedly, this day came so soon!

The members of 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' whispered to each other, and soon the people around caught some information, and couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

"This young and beautiful woman is actually the new manager of 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy'?"

"A half-dead company can be said to be a hot potato!"

"Tsk tsk, it's not easy. To manage a company at such a young age is indeed the work of a wealthy family!"

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Jun Mingde's eyes could not help flickering slightly.

He had seen photos of Jun Tieying, but they were all sitting in a wheelchair. Now that Jun Tieying was standing in front of him, he really couldn't remember it all at once.Speaking of people who are unwilling to let Jun Tieying take over the 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy', Jun Mingde is the first one!

Because before Jun Tieying came, he was the manager of "Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy". Not bad!However, although he is also surnamed Jun, he is a very distant member of the Jun family. Compared with Jun Tieying, a direct descendant, he is naturally far apart!

The Jun family appointed Jun Tieying to take over Shanhe, and he had no room to resist.

There was a forced smile on his face, "Miss San, please go in."

"Not urgent."

Jun Tieying said quietly, then turned to the young man who had just stood up, and said, "What's your name?"

The young man's complexion changed slightly, and he subconsciously thought that he had offended his new boss. Now that the new boss has three fires in his post, he will use himself first to stand out!Taking a deep breath, the young man replied, "Xiang Jie."

Jun Tieying nodded lightly, and pointed to the paintings and calligraphy on several stalls with her arm, "How many paintings like these are there in the company?"

Hearing this, Xiang Jie was stunned, but still answered truthfully, "Because...our inventory is not too much, about one-third of the quantity here."

Why, Xiang Jie didn't say anything, but Jun Tieying knew it well.

Naturally, it is because Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy is about to close down, and the painters have no intention of painting, so they don't sell well, let alone reserve too much.

"Okay." Jun Tieying nodded indifferently, "Bring a few people in and move them all out."

At this time, not only Xiang Jie, but the rest of the people couldn't help but look at each other inexplicably.

Could it be that Miss Jun San sold all the calligraphy and paintings in stock on the first day she wanted to take over 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy'?

That's simply not possible!

Let alone a day, even a month, it may not be possible to sell so many paintings.

"Miss let you go, you go." Henry Zhang urged at this time.

Xiang Jie came back in a daze, didn't think much, and immediately called a dozen or so young people behind him and hurriedly turned around and walked in together. At this time, Jun Mingde's eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking about, while "Shanhe In front of the calligraphy and painting bunk, more and more people gathered around.

From ancient times to the present, there has never been a shortage of spectators.

"Henry Zhang." Jun Tieying whispered softly beside Henry Zhang's ear.

The corner of Henry Zhang's mouth raised slightly, and he gave a thumbs up to Jun Tieying, "Miss, you are really courageous." After finishing speaking, Henry Zhang turned around and left quickly.

For about 5 minutes, Xiang Jie and others moved out the transformation one after another.

"It doesn't need to be placed on the table, it's all piled up on the ground in front." Jun Tieying pointed to a ground in front, looked up at the onlookers, and said with a slight smile, "Please step back a little bit, everyone."

Few people can resist the beauty's orders, and she quickly retreated to a relatively open position.

Xiang Jie and the others frowned slightly, and because of Jun Tieying's order, they didn't hesitate much, and moved the scrolls to the front one after another, and soon formed a hill shape.

Jun Tieying stepped forward, his eyes slowly and gradually swept across a person present, and said softly, "I know, everyone is very curious about what I want to do."

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Jun Tieying. From today onwards, I will be in charge of 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy'!" The voice was calm and penetrating, and the words fell on the ears of everyone present.

"I have a question for everyone. What do you think of the works of 'Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting'?"

The scene was a little quiet, as if they couldn't bear to open their mouths to attack the newly appointed general manager.

"I'll answer." Jun Tieying spoke calmly and continued, "One word, bad!!"

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help being puzzled again.

Only people have exaggerated their own products, but no one has ever belittled their own products directly in front of their own doors and in public.

Is this to keep the last guests out?

Even many employees of 'Shanhe Painting and Calligraphy' couldn't help frowning at Jun Tieying at this moment.

At this time, Henry Zhang's figure reappeared, holding a large bottle in his hand, nodding towards Jun Tieying, then strode towards the large pile of "Shanhe calligraphy and painting" products on the ground, and opened the bottle mouth.

He fell down with a clatter.

A pungent smell filled the air for a while.

"It's gasoline!" Many people's faces changed!

They took a few steps back again.

"Miss San..." Jun Mingde finally couldn't help but want to speak at this moment.

Jun Tieying waved her hand directly, preventing Jun Mingde from speaking.

His eyes scanned all the people present calmly and calmly, a lighter in his hand lit up with a snap, and he tossed it down with a flat but firm voice, "I just want to tell you one thing!"

"From then on, there will be no defective products in 'Shanhe'!"

With a light wave of the arm...

Whoosh!

With flames, the lighter drew a beautiful arc in the air, and landed directly on the pile of gasoline-drenched paintings...

boom!

The fire soared into the sky.