Female President's Life Assistant

Chapter 104 Treacherous Inhumanity 【Subscription】

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, in the Jiuzhang villa area.

Su Botong changed his outfit and was going to go out for a stroll and drink tea with his old friends.

"Old man, are you coming back tonight? It's Friday again. I'm going to ask Xiaoling Fangzi to come back for dinner tonight."

Xie Wenli was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater according to the shop, with an amiable smile all over her face.

Ever since she knew that Su Xiaoxiao already had a sweetheart, now she doesn't play mahjong, doesn't do SPA, and doesn't go crazy anymore.

I also took the initiative to learn how to knit sweaters from my former Ma friends, and bought a lot of shops on the Internet, thinking that after my daughter took the prescription wrong, I could make clothes for my grandson earlier.

"Want to ask Master Fang to have dinner with him?" Su Botong suddenly regained his energy when he heard the name.

His mind was full of Fang Zicuo's heroic appearance in the Wushu Association at that time, and he hadn't even changed his title.

For a martial arts idiot like him, Fang Zicuo is very convinced in his heart.

"Let me tell you, don't keep yelling at Big Brother Huang and Master Fang. If you're scaring people, just call Xiao Fang." Xie Wenli gave Su Botong a white look.

"Hey, I made a slip of the tongue, do you mean to ask Xiao Fang to come home?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Do you still want to have a grandson? Don't you know that your daughter's marriage is the most important thing in the family now?" Xie Wenli said angrily.

"Of course I want to. I mean, how about eating out at night? Xiaofang feels restrained if we eat at home. The two of us will follow the young people's ideas and eat whatever we want."

Su Botong said hastily, but he has his own unique views.

Since participating in the martial arts exchange meeting last time, he can be said to have earned enough face.

Having such an excellent son-in-law immediately elevated his image in the circle.

However, after seeing so many masters that day, this also let Su Botong know the gap between himself and others.

So now he doesn't go there very much now, he does Tai Chi occasionally, and the rest of his time is drinking tea with old friends and strolling around the antique market.

Not to mention, life is much more interesting than before.

Moreover, his talent for tea art is obviously much stronger than his talent for martial arts, and he is improving very fast.

"It's okay to eat outside, then come back early to pick me up at night, and I'll call Xiaoxiao to let her know later."

Xie Wenli also stopped what she was doing, and nodded in agreement.

"Design, then I'll go first."

Su Botong agreed, then waved his hand, walked out of the house with a smile and drove away.

Go to the old friend Zhuang Tonglin and go to the antique market to shop for treasures.

Star Group Cultural Industry Department.

After lunch, Fang Zicuo and Su Xiaoxiao rushed back to the company to continue working.

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon, when I was about to go out to teach Cao Yongzheng and others some dances.

The long-lost mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Sign in successfully, get 1 point."

"Task: Go to Yanjing City Antique Market to sign in for one hour, and reward an identification card, which can identify any item after use, and lasts for 30 minutes."

"Failure penalty: IQ drops by [-] points."

Good guy, there is such a reward?

Fang Zi is also very surprised that the system actually rewards such a short-term skill card.

It's a pity that it's only three or ten minutes. If it can be counted according to skills, then you might be able to make a fortune by picking up antiques by yourself.

However, the reward for failure deduction is a bit too much.

Fortunately, my intelligence is as high as two hundred and three, otherwise I would almost become mentally handicapped.

Fang Zi took a wrong look, and it happened that Cao Yongzheng and the others were not far from the antique market, so he could sign in before going, so he went to the parking lot downstairs and drove off.

Came to Yanjing City antique market block, wandered around and began to mix the check-in time.

As a first-tier city, Yanjing City is the capital of China, and the construction of the antique market is also very mature.

Various stalls stand side by side on both sides of the street.

There are porcelain and bronze wares sold.wood.Calligraphy and painting, jade, almost everything that one expects to find.

Still a scene of a sea of ​​people.

And the most lively one is the woodware side.

Check-in time: 46 minutes and 17 seconds.

Glancing at the system sign-in interface, Fang Zicuo is looking forward to the mission reward this time.

At this moment, a loud quarrel came from a large wooden stall not far from him, which immediately attracted his attention.

Fang Zicuo turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in Tang suit, surrounded by the crowd, arguing with the stall owner.

"Boss, why didn't you sell me this small-leaf red sandalwood pen holder? Now that it's on display, it proves that it's for sale. Is there any reason not to sell it?"

"Mr. Zhuang, you are also my regular customer here. I don't want to argue with you, but this pen holder has indeed been liked by someone. Are you making it difficult for me?"

"How much did he pay you?"

"30."

"Then I'll pay 35, so it's okay for the head office."

"It's not like this. We have rules in the antique business. How can we resell other people's things?"

"So, you just don't give me Zhuang some face?"

Zhuang Tonglin folded his arms around his chest and touched his chin with one hand, showing a displeased expression.

At this time, an old friend of his walked out of the crowd, and quickly pulled Zhuang Tonglin's arm to dissuade him.

"Forget it, Lao Zhuang, there are so many stalls for this woodenware, are you afraid that you won't find what you like? There are so many good ones, there is no need to make people look bad."

"We're all just for fun. If this really ruins the reputation of the boss, how will people mess around in this market in the future?"

This person was Su Botong who had just packed up and left the house. On weekdays, he and Zhuang Tonglin had already handed over the business to their children, and he himself was free to visit the antique market.

Originally, the two of them planned to drink tea together, but Zhuang Tonglin insisted on going to the market to see if he could find some items he liked.

At this time, Fang Zicuo also found Su Botong who was standing with Zhuang Tonglin, and he was full of doubts.

Why is Uncle Su here?
He has never heard that he likes to tinker with antiques.

Fang Zicuo, who originally wanted to leave here, had no choice but to stop, intending to take a closer look.

"Since he is here, he just wants to sell it at a high price."

"If I don't make a move today, maybe the treasure will be bought by someone else."

Zhuang Tonglin glanced at the lobular red sandalwood pen holder with obvious ox hair patterns on the table, and said insightfully.

"What a good guy?" Su Botong was new to antiques, so he didn't know much about them.

"It's a good one. You can see that the color is shiny, like jade, and the carving technique is also at the level of a first-class master."

Zhuang Tonglin briefly introduced to his old friend and continued: "And I really like it, so no matter how much money I spend, I will take down this small-leaf red sandalwood pen holder!"

After speaking, he raised his head directly, looked at the stall owner with a slightly ugly face and said boldly.

"Adding 45, I'll pay [-]!"

"The things I bought in this antique market add up to several million, which is not bad for this little money."

As soon as the voice fell, it immediately caused exclamations from the onlookers, who all showed envious expressions.

I heard right.

45 to buy a pen holder?

This old man is really inhumane!

(End of this chapter)