super right hand

It was only [-] o'clock in the morning, and the whole city was still in a deep sleep, but there was already a long queue in front of the gate of Ningyue Pavilion, crowded with people, everyone was looking forward to the closed gate of Ningyue Pavilion.

"I'm all here to get the sign. Follow the numbers on the sign to enter the Ningyue Pavilion to buy antiques." The door of the Ningyue Pavilion opened, with a solid chest, sleepy eyes, Ningbo touching his bald head and yawning. Carrying a lot of special steel signs with numbers written on them, he shouted at the crowd, who immediately fell silent and stared at the signs in his hand eagerly.

After the news that Jiang Hao was sitting in Ningyue Pavilion spread like wildfire, a large group of people gathered in Ningyue Pavilion every day. They either wanted to buy antiques or waited for Jiang Hao to appreciate them. The business of Antique Street also boomed. There are many, it can be said that Jiang Hao has led an antique street by himself.

The people who lined up several times almost demolished the Ningyue Pavilion. In order to prevent the Ningyue Pavilion from being crushed, they had to issue signs in advance according to the registration method, and then received some people on a regular basis every day.

"Boss Ning, my little brother has been waiting for most of the night. I have been waiting since two o'clock in the morning to distribute the cards."

A skinny, skinny young man with disheveled hair like a lion king, hurriedly snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, stared straight at the iron plate in Ningbo's hand as if flattering him, wishing he could snatch it away.

However, remembering the last time when someone robbed without knowing the rules and was punched by Ningbo and knocked out a mouthful of teeth, he still rationally chose to continue waiting. Anyway, he was ranked first, and he would definitely get the badge.

"Why is it you again?" With a cigarette in his mouth, Ningbo glanced at the nodding yellow hair: "You don't look like someone who can appreciate antiques, I remember seeing you at the train station, scalper party."

"Ahem, wherever there is demand, there is my presence."

Huang Mao said with an apologetic smile that he is indeed a ticket dealer. From the mat under his feet, it can be seen that he is an absolute professional queuing staff. He originally scalped tickets at the train station, but the income from ticket scalping was really high. He heard that Ningyue Pavilion can make a lot of money by queuing for people, so he rushed over after hearing the news. He has been queuing for three days in a row. If there is money to be made, he will naturally continue to make money.

I have to come back tomorrow with make-up, so as not to be recognized by Ningbo. Who made me line up so well, and is the first every day. It is difficult not to attract attention!

Ningbo rolled his eyes at Huang Mao, took off the sign with number one written on it, threw it to Huang Mao, and warned impatiently: "If I see you queuing tomorrow, don't blame me for being rude.

Tell your buddies, inform other scalpers, what to do, damn, you are disrupting the market economy, do you understand?Let me see, I'm not welcome. "

"Okay, why don't you come?"

Huang Mao held the sign tightly, and proudly put the sign in his pocket under the envious and jealous eyes of the people in line behind him. He dared not take Ningbo's words to heart, and decided to get this last time in line. The brand sells for a good price.

"Don't squeeze, come one by one."

Ningbo moved a recliner, lay comfortably on it, and waved to the people in line. The people in the line whose legs were numb all kept in formation, leading signs one by one.

"Okay, today's sign is over, come back tomorrow."

Ningbo handed out the last sign with the number [-] on it, then picked up the stool, and walked into the Ningyue Pavilion. After returning at this time, he will continue to catch up on sleep without delay!

"No more?"

Those who didn't line up to get the badges were immediately disappointed, and decided to come and line up early tomorrow, otherwise, if Jiang Hao is no longer in the Ningyue Pavilion, they will not continue to invite Jiang Hao to appreciate antiques in the future.

"After selling the brand, you need to buy it at a price, and the one with the highest price gets it."

The scalpers yelled loudly at the people who didn't get the badge to win over this customer. The shout immediately made many people smile happily. Seeing hope, most of them were sent by the boss to line up Yes, at this point in time the bosses are all snoring with their mistresses in their arms, and many bosses have even issued a death order, and they don’t have to come to work until they get a brand for appreciating antiques.

"I'll give you a thousand."

"I'll pay fifteen thousand."

"I'll pay two thousand."

"..."

Although many people despise the scalpers' behavior of raising prices on the ground, and even yell at them, but in order to get a chance to appreciate, they can only join the ranks of bidding, and the quiet antique street suddenly became lively.

"My lord, the Jiang family's Ningyue Pavilion business is quite booming. It has been going on for several days. If this continues, we don't need to do the antique business. The turnover in the past few days is pitifully low."

Song Bin stroked his chubby chin, sighed, and complained to Sein Fei, who was next to him with a plaster cast on his hand, that the Song family's finances were tight recently. Among them, the antiques were selected, but the black market was robbed by a group of masked men at that time, and Lin Quansheng, who was invited to be in charge of connoisseurship, went to the toilet for convenience and disappeared completely. *

It is said that there was a big explosion in the black market, and the Lin family felt that Lin Quansheng must have been killed by robbers when he left, or he was just killed by the big explosion in the black market.

In order to resolve this dispute, the people of the Song family were extremely busy, so they issued very heavy business indicators to the bosses in charge of supervising antiques. Originally, according to the location of the Song family store, the daily volume of antique transactions was absolutely impossible. It's at the end, but recently Ningyue Pavilion came to the most powerful connoisseur in Zhongzhou City. All the customers went to Jiang's house to buy antiques. The Song family's business can be said to be very sluggish.

"I didn't expect Jiang Hao to be so powerful."

Seinfeld's face was gloomy, and he was stroking his arm in plaster. His arm was broken by robbers in the black market. Recently, Seinfeld didn't know why. The Lin family asked the Song family for an explanation. They insisted that the Song family murdered Lin Quansheng. If the head of the Lin family hadn't thought about the relationship between the two families, he would have reported the case and arrested him long ago.

He has received a lot of stares from his family members recently, but what drives him crazy is that he didn't know that Lin Quansheng had relieved himself, so why did he disappear? Even if he died, there should be a corpse, right?

In order not to upset his family watching him, Seinfei asked to come out and inspect the stores of each Song family, but Seinfeld was really puzzled, how could he meet Jiang Hao everywhere.

"It is indeed very powerful. I am afraid that there is no second person in Zhongzhou City. It is an absolute authority."

Song Bin sighed enviously, he has been managing the store for the Song family for many years, even when the business is booming, the number of antiques shipped in a day is less than a dozen, but the Ningyue Pavilion of the Jiang family, It is estimated that the daily shipments are dozens of pieces, and the Jiang family still limits the daily sales of antiques in order to maintain inventory. Otherwise, I really can't imagine how much they can sell in a day!

"Don't you have a solution?"

Song Fei frowned slightly and wanted to scold Song Bin for his aura, but even he might not be able to think of a good countermeasure for the hot scene in front of him. How could a small bodyguard be so powerful in such a short period of time? ?

Song Bin scratched his head in embarrassment. In front of the Jiang family who sold antiques under the name of Jiang Hao, good marketing methods might not achieve good results. They could continue to attract so many people for a few days, and not only did they not subside in the slightest. There is still a tendency to increase the number of traces, which shows that Jiang Hao is very powerful, and I am afraid that it cannot be solved by ordinary means.

"Unless Jiang Hao can be invited over, it won't work well at all."

Song Bin hesitated for a moment, and expressed his thoughts with a wry smile. He was about to lose his mind recently, but he couldn't come to an end.

"Will Jiang Hao come here?" A cold light flashed in Song Fei's eyes, and he couldn't help clenching his fists. The current crisis of their Song family was all caused by Jiang Hao.

If it weren't for the fact that he accidentally broke the porcelain that was sent to the auction house when he was appreciating calligraphy and painting in the house in Sai Nan Jiang Zhongshan, he probably wouldn't have collected the corresponding porcelain everywhere, let alone go to the black market, and Lin Quansheng would not have disappeared. Without a trace, it all started when Jiang Hao appeared.

"Is there no way to stop this situation?" Sein Fei said unwillingly to himself.

"Unless Jiang Hao is gone." Song Bin sighed, as long as Jiang Hao is in the Ningyue Pavilion of the Song family for one day, the grand occasion of the Ningyue Pavilion will last for one day.

"Jiang Hao is gone." Song Fei thought to himself thinking about what Song Bin said unintentionally. He hated Jiang Hao to the core. If Jiang Hao could disappear completely, it might not be a good solution. future trouble.

"My lord, you don't mean to take Jiang Hao." Song Bin looked at the cold light in Song Fei's eyes, his expression changed, and he made a movement of scratching his neck with his hand.

"Murder is against the law." Song Fei certainly didn't want to kill Jiang Hao, but thinking of Jiang Hao's Sai Dongdao, he immediately dismissed this dangerous idea, and asked Song Bin directly: "Is there any good way to do this?" Let Jiang Hao be involuntary, alive but unable to continue appreciating antiques, so that he will not be robbing business."

"Let me think."

Song Bin frowned and began to think carefully. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "I have a good method. Once this method succeeds, it will definitely achieve the effect that the young master said."

Sein Fei couldn't wait to urge him to say, "Hurry up and let me hear it."

"My lord, what do you think of this..." Song Bin explained to Song Fei one by one the general ideas in his heart, and after he finished speaking, he asked, "My lord, what do you think of my method? It’s not going to work.”

Song Bin's idea was not something he thought of on the spur of the moment. Someone had used his method before, and the effect was very obvious. He believed that Seinfeld would definitely like this method.

"It's a good way, just do it according to your way." Sein Fei's eyes lit up after hearing this. This method is really wonderful. Song Bin, who laughed, said appreciatively: "I will definitely report to grandpa when I go back. Talents like you have a lot of room for development. You shouldn't just manage an antique shop."

"Then I will first thank you for your support." Song Bin said gratefully with a blushing face: "Young master is waiting for my good news, and it will definitely satisfy you."

"Okay." Sein Fei sneered, Jiang Hao, I see how long you can be proud!