I have special communication skills

Chapter 102

Feitian Hall is a well-known private club, located in the endless desert, the cost is unimaginable, but because of its unique geographical environment, it is especially suitable for some secret things.

According to Cong Jun, "The boss is very mysterious and I don't know where he came from, but if there is something particularly hidden, such as having an affair, the Feitian Pavilion is definitely the best choice." Yang Mianmian's evaluation is "It doesn't sound like it. Like a nice place."

When she really got there, she didn't think so much.

Because the Feitian Pavilion exudes the lofty atmosphere of "I'm very high-end, I'm awesome, I'm awesome", even the guests who come to welcome them are dressed in the costumes in the portraits of Feitian, and they feel very time-traveled as soon as they enter.

As soon as Yang Mianmian entered, he was shocked, not because the place was too good, but because the building snorted coldly and said, "Stupid mortals will never understand my king's ambition."

She was stunned for a moment, feeling that she met a five-year-old girl on the street holding a two-yuan fairy wand, always saying "I am the magic wand of a fairy, transform", or she is also like a six-year-old young lady. The weird-looking weapon that I insisted on buying, when I played it, I always shouted "Fit with me boy, the world needs us to save".

All in all, full of the second sense.

At that moment, she felt that the owner of the Feitian pavilion must have some brain problems, and then the snacks served in the box fully proved her idea.

"The melon seeds are trendy, the candies cost ten yuan a catty on the street, and the tea is made in tea bags..." Yang Mianmian turned to look at Cong Jun, "Is the boss sick?"

Have you ever done business like this? !
Cong Jun nodded: "Yes, the coffee is instant, the peanuts are vacuum-packed, I think this chair is also purchased online, and I have never met such a careless boss, but to be honest, he is so willful and loves to eat. Do not eat."

Yang Mianmian was stunned: "Then why is he so expensive?"

"Because, this is the Feitian Pavilion, and it's just like that." Cong Jun threw the peanuts into his mouth one by one, "How about it, are you convinced?"

Yang Mianmian was convinced: "He's kind."

This is the first time I've seen a boss who doesn't take customers seriously like this, but even though the food here is expensive and unpalatable, there are still people flocking to it.

Not for anything else, just because this is Feitian Pavilion.

This shows how the boss's character is.

Because the auction has not yet started, everyone is busy with their own things, some people are chatting and connecting with each other, and they are brothers in three words when they meet each other, and some people are sitting alone in the box, acting like an outsider, I am not moving.

Cong Jun ate a plate of peanuts and clapped his hands: "Okay, you guys are covering here, I'm walking around, to be honest, every time I have to use the toilet as an excuse that I can't find a place, it's really shameful .”

"...Know that you still use it?"

"People have three urgencies, who can blame me for not being successful?" Cong Jun was not at all shameless, "The method is stupid, but it works if it works. Sometimes the face is not important, as long as it can achieve the goal, you believe me."

Yang Mianmian didn't give him face: "Is that because you have no face?"

Jing Chu couldn't hold back the laughter anymore, and hugged Yang Mianmian into his arms and kissed: "You are so smart."

Cong Jun rolled the eyes of a big boss, disdain to continue pestering with them, staggered away, and came back after a while: "Damn, I can't find out where those stinky foreigners are, there is really no privacy protection for guests here. In other words, no wonder I chose this place, and I will leave as soon as I get the things later, and I can’t even catch up with them, shit!”

"Who did you not find?" Jing Chu was referring to the foreign woman whom Cong Jun betrayed for her lust.

Cong Jun shook his head: "Damn, you really think I asked her for this invitation, I can't just sell my body like this! I took a photo and asked someone to copy it, VIP, really want it Thank you, Lao Hefei, for using this old method, otherwise I would be out of business with the chip! This is the consequence of not keeping pace with the times!"

"So simple?" Yang Mianmian was surprised.

Cong Jun snorted: "Didn't you swipe your card when you just entered the door? A deposit of 10 yuan."

Yang Mianmian gasped.

After talking a lot of nonsense, the auction finally started. This auction is not only for Buddha statues, but also old master He's previous proud works. There are always about ten pieces.

After a while, Cong Jun said, "Isn't this the Buddhist scripture? I said why it's gone. It turned out to be stolen!"

After a while, there was another crap, "Damn it, why is this thing here!"

Yang Mianmian was entertaining at first, but soon became bored, and turned to Jing Chu, "It's so slow, I thought it would be intense."

Cong Jun smiled: "Every bid is a game. It's not that simple. Is the price worth it? Who are you competing with? Maybe there will be better ones in the future. Think about it so much. It's like playing chess. Fighting wits Dou Yong, it's not that easy, it's normal that it takes a long time."

Yang Mianmian drank another cup of tea, but still felt bored: "I'm going to the toilet."

"Go out and turn right and go down the stairs."

Yang Mianmian jumped down the stairs three times. Below was a small yard with a toilet on one side and a long and narrow passage on the other. No one said she couldn't go, so she was going to take a break.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long to come to the end. It was a small courtyard that looked like BJ's courtyard. I don't know why the magnificent Feitian Pavilion has such a simple courtyard.

There was a young man in the yard, wearing a double-breasted Tang suit, like an old man practicing Tai Chi, lying in a rocking chair and taking out a bowl from a basket. Pieces splashed.

"...Are you sick?" Yang Mianmian couldn't help but utter a sound, and she couldn't be blamed for it. Others saw a pile of broken porcelain at most, but she saw a pile of dead bodies.

It was so shocking, especially just now that the bowl was still crying "Don't hit me, I'm really an antique", and hung up before finishing the sentence.

The impact was too strong, and Yang Mianmian couldn't hold back: "Why are you smashing the bowl?"

"A bunch of fakes, what's the use of keeping them?" The man lazily raised one eye and glanced at her, probably because of her beauty, he opened the other eye mercifully.

Yang Mianmian sneered: "Then you have to ask what artificial fakes are for. Isn't it just to confuse the real with the fake? It's people who have evil intentions. You still blame the bowl? It's really unreasonable."

"It's none of your business if I drop a bowl?" The man was lying in the rocking chair and shaking, shaking with Erlang's legs in between, "You think you can teach me a lesson because you are beautiful?"

Yang Mianmian glared at him: "You are not allowed to talk about it, I just want to talk about it."

"I don't bully women, so go away."

Swearing at someone else's place, and she is really not good at meddling with other people's business, she doesn't care much about it, Yang Mianmian endured it, held it back, took a deep breath, and smiled: "What are you doing?" What about throwing bowls?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Yang Mianmian put on a smiling face, and couldn't bear to see that half of the baskets of bowls died unexpectedly: "What a waste, you see, even if it's a fake, it's pretty well made anyway. It's a very good bowl, you can use it for dinner."

"Are you sick?" The man gave Yang Mianmian a good look this time, "It's the first time I've seen someone stand in for a bowl, damn it, it's even more unscientific than in a romantic drama, you treat me like an idol drama girl As for the protagonist, I should have fallen in love with you at first sight."

Yang Mianmian heheed, very calmly: "There's nothing unscientific, I'm pretty, and it's not shameful for me to fall in love at first sight."

"Shameless." The man was probably really bored, and he rolled his eyes and said to her, "There is no reason for smashing the bowl, here is a real product from the Song Dynasty, and the others are fakes, it's a pity I took so many , every one of them is real, and I’m too lazy to put the fake ones back and smash them.”

"..." This is really too much hatred!Yang Mianmian asked: "If not?"

"Yes, I put it in." The man crossed his legs, lazily basking in the sun, and the sun is so big that he is not afraid of killing him.

Yang Mianmian wondered, "Aren't you afraid that you'll really drop it?"

"Then I'll drop it. Think I've lost my eye." He said it casually, and Yang Mianmian didn't know how to do it. He didn't know that such a bowl was sold for more than 800 million at the last auction.

She rolled her eyes: "If you find out, you won't smash it, will you?"

"Find out these bowls and you will have them!" The man said simply, "I won't bother you all the time."

Yang Mianmian curled her lips: "Why do I need a bunch of bowls, don't smash them, I'm so annoying."

"Okay, I'll listen to you if you can find it."

Yang Mianmian squatted next to the basket and took out the bowls one by one. The bowls were all exactly the same. The glaze was blue and white, with white in the blue, and blue in the white. Shadow celadon.

But they look exactly the same!At least with her limited knowledge, it was impossible to appreciate it.

She could only listen to them one by one.

"Don't hit me, I'm really an antique!"

"Why am I being smashed even though I am an antique (>﹏<)"

"Help, is there someone to save Wan!"

"As an antique bowl, I feel so tired."

Can't tell the difference...Yang Mianmian squatted under the sun, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead. She couldn't wait to shake the basket and ask, "Stop arguing and tell me who is not an antique."

Seeing that she was in a hurry, the man showed a smile and laughed at her: "It depends on your ability to meddle in other people's business, so go back quickly."

Although Yang Mianmian has corrected some bad habits now, but stubbornness is easy to change, and she is not making a sound, slowly turning over one by one.

Until finally a voice appeared: "It's me he's looking for." That voice was calm and calm, completely different from those anxious bowls.

As soon as it spoke, the other bowls refused to accept it: "He is looking for antiques, we are the antiques!"

"No, antiques don't refer to you, but to old and valuable things, none of you." It patiently explained to them.

But the other bowls knew from birth that they were antique bowls, and chirped to refute it: "No, we are antique bowls from Song Dynasty Yingqing glaze!"

"Yes, we are antiques!"

Authentic Song Dynasty Shadow Celadon Bowl: "..."

Yang Mianmian held back a smile and took out the bowl: "I found it."

The man didn't even raise his eyelids: "Wrong, you have no chance, get out."

Yang Mianmian had a look of ignorance on your face: "It's true! Take a closer look!"

"Are you annoying or not? If you think it's true, you can take it yourself. Don't bother me." The man was impatient, and seeing what Yang Mianmian wanted to say, he said coldly, "Just say one more thing and I will take these bowls away." It's all smashed."

Yang Mianmian fell silent immediately, and stood there for a while, carefully putting the bowl aside, before he could take a step, he saw the man kicking the bowl away with his foot, Yang Mianmian was startled , rushed to pick it up, and managed to save the bowl.

"Don't put that fake in front of me, watch it once and be bored."

Yang Mianmian also became angry: "Then what do you want?"

"Go with you!"

"Get out, get out, don't regret it!" Yang Mianmian was also annoyed, she turned her head and left with the bowl in her hand, muttering, "Idiot crazy!"

She went back with the bowl in her hand, and Cong Jun laughed when he saw it: "Mianmian, are you going to pee or beg for food, come back with a bowl?"

"There is a crazy person who insisted on giving it to me." Yang Mianmian stuffed the bowl into her bag angrily, making a note in her heart, and when that guy found out that the thing was really begging, she would laugh at him severely.

What she didn't know was that not long after she left, the man got today's signature book: "This time the invitation is anonymous?"

"Yes." A manager next to him replied respectfully, "It was distributed by the second master, and the price on the black market is not low."

"I knew it was with someone." The man tapped on the armrest of the rocking chair unhurriedly, "Go and find out who it is with."

The manager came back after a while: "There are three of them, and one of them is Cong Jun."

"Cong Jun?" Xiao Tian obviously heard about him, and frowned slightly, "It's hard to judge his position, maybe who sent it, so how about it, you pay attention to it for me, and see if there are any in the market for a while. Flow out of that bowl, check along the line, and find out the person for me."

"Okay sir."

That man squinted his eyes slightly, and he looked like someone who didn't know how to identify antiques at all. Could it be that he was able to pick the real one out of so many identical bowls? Is it pure luck?
He never believed in such a small probability of chance.

Although I don't know the relationship between her and Cong Jun, as long as the bowl appears, no matter which line it comes from, as long as it appears, he can find him. Besides, looking at her like that, you can tell that she is not rich. My lady, although her clothes and shoes are new, who would come out so shabby?

Most of them will sell the bowl for money.

However, what he never expected was that Yang Mianmian fully respected the mission and needs of a bowl, and didn't think of selling it at all, but left it in the bathroom to put soap.

Why not eat?The ones from the Song Dynasty are too dirty to say that.

Of course, this is a follow-up.

(End of this chapter)