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Chapter 113 "The Value of Art" Part II
"By the way, Boss Qiao. I shouldn't have said this at first, but I still plan to tell you." The other party said softly.

"You say." I said.

"Boss Qiao, you sold the pottery to us. We auctioned it 63 times in total, and almost 61 of them failed. Do you understand what I mean?" the other party said in a low voice.

"What is a failed auction?" I asked.

"To put it simply, the auction was unsuccessful. The items were not sold. You can understand this," the other party said.

"What does this mean?" I said.

"Because most of the auctions are unsuccessful, it means that the boss has not made any money from your pottery at all. I guess this is why the boss hired someone to pretend to be you for the auction, because he wants to sell the things at a reasonable price." said.

"But have you ever thought about why your boss is so crazy about buying my pottery if it can't be auctioned like this?" I said.

The other person shook his head.

"Don't you think it's strange?" I said.

"I only found out about this yesterday, so I will tell you now." The other party said.

I waved my hand and said, "I know all this, you can go out."

"Boss Qiao, if you still plan to sell pottery in the future, send it to this address. We are sending the money to you, so we probably won't come over." The other party placed a card on the table cautiously.

"Let's go." I said.

The other party ran almost quickly to the two colleagues and handed them two bank cards and documents.

Then the three people left quickly.

I walked towards the door and closed the store.

I found a fishing gear store and bought fishing rods and tools to wait for tomorrow.

I glanced at my clothes and wondered if I might be too shabby to approach the fishing boss.

Reluctantly, I went to the clothing store to change into a more suitable casual outfit.

I went to Shangzhuang Reservoir early in the morning, set up the equipment and started fishing.

I found one after another that people came here to fish, and the number of people exceeded my imagination.

It seems that even if the boss is found, so many people cannot contact him alone.

I reluctantly picked up the fishing rod and planned to leave. Just as I stood up, I discovered something strange.

None of these fishermen seem to be really fishing, they are very perfunctory.

Some don't even have bait, so they throw it out casually.Then he leaned on the bench he brought and began to rest. It didn't look like he was here to fish.

I slowly approached one of them and said, "Brother, can you catch fish when you fish like this?"

The other party glanced at me and said, "You are always pretending, but you still want to really come fishing?"

I was stunned and said, "Really fishing? Are you not?"

The other party smiled and said: "I'm here for leisure. It doesn't matter whether I fall or catch it."

"It seems that many people here are like you. They don't care whether they can catch the fish." I said.

The other person looked at me and said, "What do you call me?"

"Jock," I said.

"No matter where you do business, you find it here." The other party said with a smile.

"No, I'm just here to fish." I said.

"It looks like you are not simple. Do you know how many years it has been since anyone came here to really fish? I have been here for two years, once a month. None of the people here really come here to fish. I know you You know better than me," the other party said.

I was silent.

The other party said calmly: "Tell me, who introduced you? What do you do on weekdays?"

"Potters," I said.

"How is the profit from this thing? Coming here at such a young age, it seems that you can earn more than me, who buys and sells black cars. Brother, I will invest and take my brother for a ride next time. How about I also take you here to pay a visit to the dock?"

I nodded my head.

"It's not really your first time, is it? Come to think of it, back then I was also led to get to know you step by step. Come on, put the chairs together and sit together. My surname is Chen, everyone calls me Mr. Chen." Mr. Chen said.

I moved the chairs together and sat next to him.

At this time a car slowly drove up.

I turned around and took a look. It was a Hutouben with all 7's on it.

"Here he comes," I muttered.

"It seems that brother knows the secrets here, of course. You will understand better if I take you for a ride. Just wait a moment and you can stop talking and watch me come." Mr. Chen said.

"Don't speak?" I said.

"This is a matter of experience rather than rawness. Boss Ma almost only takes business from acquaintances in this business. After all, the water is too deep," Mr. Chen said.

"Thank you, then," I said.

"Wait, do you want me to introduce you? Brother Qiao?" Mr. Chen said. "No need." I shook my head.

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "Why are you so polite?"

Just as I was about to retort, Mr. Chen shouted to the people in the car in the distance: "Mr. Hai, this way first."

The fat man in the car looked over with a smile and said, "It seems the sun is shining brightly. We, Mr. Chen, can't wait any longer."

The fat man walked over in a few steps and said with a smile: "How much do you plan to wash next time? Wait, who is this person next to you?"

"My brother is a pottery maker. The business is huge, so I will help him get started." Mr. Chen said with a smile.

The fat man stretched out his hand and said, "Brother, what's your last name?"

I looked at the fat man in front of me, but I didn't dare to say a word.

Mr. Chen seemed to see something and said: "Okay, my brother is afraid of life. After all, it is difficult to do business and make money, so he is also afraid."

The fat man smiled and said, "I understand, it wasn't easy when I first started this business."

Mr. Chen said with a smile: "My two orders are worth 70. You take the mortgage fee for the failed auction and give me the rest."

The fat man took out a stack of bank cards from his pocket, handed over the bank card with Mr. Chen's name on it and said, "Take care of my business."

"Of course." Mr. Chen collected all his bank cards and smiled.

The fat man glanced at me, handed me a business card and said, "This little brother who dare not say his name, would you like me to tell you the secret inside?"

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "It's great that you are willing to speak up. I'm afraid that I didn't speak clearly enough and my brother misunderstood."

"You are an old customer and the brother you brought here. Can I not receive it personally? What do you think?" the fat man said with a smile.

I nodded my head and said, "Trouble."

My left hand reached into my pocket and pressed the one-button recording button on my new phone.

"I run an auction house in the city center. The auction house and the TV station have an interactive program called Treasure Appraisal. Of course, you should have known this for a long time. You deposit your unexplained money with me as the auction value. Then Come to auction the items, and buy the collection at the desired price. Then apply for a failed auction, and I will charge a 15% penalty for failed auctions. Black money comes in and white money goes out, and it will be clean in your hands." Fatty said with a smile.

I nodded my head and suddenly realized it, and turned off the recording.

"By the way, what's this little brother's name? You can feel free to tell me now." The fat man said with a smile.

"Anyone with the surname Qiao, please call me Mr. Qiao." Mr. Chen said.

"Making pottery, Mr. Qiao. I'll take notes and take notes. You wait." Fatty said with a smile, taking out a notebook and pen from his pocket.

But as soon as I wrote a word, my brows wrinkled.He looked at me and said, "Your name is Jock."

I was thinking about the words of the three people in my mind.The boss appreciates your pottery art, let us take it all.

"What? Do you know each other?" Mr. Chen said with a smile.

The fat man reached out and grabbed my collar.

The next moment I threw away my shoulders and ran towards the distance.

The fat man yelled: "Catch him, there's something wrong with him."

In an instant, a bunch of people stood up and rushed towards me.Although it wasn’t as fast as me, it did make me nervous.

At this time, Hu Touben actually drove over and approached me.

Helplessly, I jumped into the reservoir.

. . . . . .

My water resistance is good, but I also choked on a lot of water.

I don’t know how long I swam, probably half an hour.

I almost collapsed on the shore from exhaustion and was found.

More and more people were surrounding me, and I got up after choking several times.

People around asked me if I was okay, so I walked away.

At the door of the police station, I rushed in.

He took out his cell phone, took out the memory card, and shouted to the police: "The recording inside."

After saying that, he fell dizzy at the police station.

. . . . . .

(postscript)
Things turned out to be one paragraph, and the program was shut down.

The fat man went to jail and handed over the small book in order to clear his suspicions.

A money laundering network in the city was completely unearthed.

My pottery shop closed down after a month because there was almost no business.

Although these pottery works are beautiful, it seems that he really cannot be considered an artist.

At a slaughterhouse in a certain city or town, I glanced at my glasses with a smile and grabbed the butcher knife in my hand.

(End of this chapter)