National Tide 1980

December 22 is a day that Ning Weimin will never forget.

Because it was on this day that "King Solomon's treasure house" was completely opened to him.

Under the sunny sun, the nine thousand "treasures" in the treasure house will be packed into boxes and moved out of here, becoming his private property from now on.

And he has become the largest collector of modern Chinese paintings and the uncrowned king of related categories.

"Slow down! Slow down! Release them one by one!"

"Don't try to save trouble and break it again!"

"What about you, can you be careful!"

In the warehouse, Xiao Qi, the warehouse manager, was counting and keeping an eye on the people Ning Weimin had temporarily hired to help pack and move the boxes.

His work attitude is extremely serious and responsible.

Of course, everything in this world has a cause and effect.

This kind of labor enthusiasm that is completely inconsistent with the times appears in Xiao Qi.

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

Also because today in private, Ning Weimin made a promise to Xiao Qi again.

He said that after all the calligraphy and paintings were completed and shipped away, he would be thanked for his hard work by another 100 yuan.

Think about it, rich people can push the wheels, let alone humans?

Xiao Qi looked down on these calligraphy and paintings from the bottom of his heart, thinking that he was not really helpful.

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

Then if you don't do this job of supervisor well, how can you have the nerve to take another piece of money from others for nothing?

Therefore, he not only took great care of Ning Weimin's property.

There are even some mistakes in numbers, intentionally or unintentionally.

So the nine thousand paintings and calligraphy that fell into Ning Weimin's hands were definitely just a few more, and included all the fine works in the library.

To put it bluntly, Ning Weimin really used a small amount of money to accomplish big things.

The real value of the two hundred yuan he thanked Xiaoqi was equivalent to saving him ten thousand yuan.

"Brothers, thank you for your hard work today! Look at the windy weather! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"There is no other way. We have to wait until everything is packed and we can go together! Let's have lunch. I have to treat everyone to a nice drink at noon!"

"Come on, which car has been loaded up? Come and get a pack of cigarettes first. It's so trivial! It's not respectful!"

Downstairs, there were already twelve flat-bed tricycles lined up densely.

Seeing boxes of things being loaded onto the car, Zhang Shihui also nervously tried to help Ning Weimin comfort the tricycle drivers who were responsible for transporting the goods.

If Zhang Shihui and Xiao Qi are different, they should be the ones who suffer the most today.

Because not only did he volunteer to help throughout the entire process, he even had to endure the cold outside and spend his own money to pay for the donations.

There was nothing I could do. Ning Weimin, who bought the painting, suddenly became impoverished. Now he is just a donkey dung egg with a smooth surface.

Therefore, in order for these tricycle drivers to follow the requirements, they can bundle the goods and deliver them safely.

Zhang Shihui had to pay for Ning Weimin's material incentives such as cigarettes, alcohol, and food.

Who said that in terms of cash, he is the rich man now?

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

That is to be careful when making friends with people who are too ambitious.

Although I can benefit a lot from such friends.

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

Don't even think about having a stable life, being on tenterhooks is the norm.

As for Ning Weimin himself, he accompanied Aunt Liu and Huo Xin to talk.

Of course I felt proud and high-spirited inside.

Because this time he had Shang Fang's sword, the "dun'er" who blocked him last time was not only helpless about this deal.

On the contrary, you have to help with the work in front of him and provide coordination.

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

But the more this happened, the more happy Ning Weimin felt.

Nothing else, he is a bit of a bad taste.

What I like most is to profit by myself while others contribute.

What I like to see is the way his enemies hate him so much that they can't do anything with him.

What is a real winner?

Ning Weimin believes that one must base one's happiness on the enemy's pain. This is the real pleasure.

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

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

Otherwise, it would be perfect...

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

It was as if God was Ning Weimin's biological father, and he actually favored this boy so much that he could do whatever he wanted.

In fact, just as Ning Weimin was thinking about how fast the value of these paintings and calligraphy would rise when he lay in bed every day from now on.

I want to take a nap, and when I open my eyes, the object in my hand will be worth 18,000 yuan.

With the sound of leather shoes tapping, two men suddenly appeared in the corridor and headed straight for the warehouse.

One of them is a middle-aged man in Mao suit, in his forties.

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

And it was obvious that these two people knew Aunt Liu.

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

He came forward to chat with me very politely and enthusiastically.

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

Only then did Ning Weimin realize that the two people in front of him were the people he had just talked about.

The one wearing the Chinese tunic suit is Director Wu who is good at making decisions.

In addition, this man is in a suit and leather shoes, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and is elegant.

It was Mr. Xu, a Hong Kong businessman who wanted to compete with him for calligraphy and painting.

As for their purpose of coming, it is also very simple.

Because Ning Weimin had Aunt Liu's support, he was able to collect enough funds this time and almost swallowed 90% of the calligraphy and painting in one go.

Mr. Xu, who rushed back from Hong Kong City with money, was naturally disappointed.

It also made Director Wu, who had taken over everything in the first place, feel ashamed and very embarrassed.

So the two discussed it, and at Mr. Xu’s request.

Director Wu had to bite the bullet and try to connect Mr. Xu with Ning Weimin.

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

In this way, on the day when the calligraphy and painting were delivered, they came to join in the fun.

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

It took a lot of effort for him to bite such a large piece of meat. Could he still spit it out?

But he also saw that Aunt Liu only reluctantly brought these two here out of love.

That cold expression didn't seem like he meant to smooth things over for them at all.

So, he refused without even asking the price.