After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 482: It’s good to go shopping with the rich

There has always been an antique market in Beicheng. In the past year, the antiquities restoration project created by the Yu family has become so popular that it has triggered a nationwide craze in searching for antiquities.

The old man and the old lady came over to have a look when they had nothing to do. If they found any treasures and sent them to the jewelry appraisal office specially set up by the Yu Group, they could also earn some pension money. There was an old man who bought a damaged piece for 50 yuan. The jade pendant was sent to the appraisal office and was collected by the Yu family, earning 50 yuan directly.

This is much more exciting than buying a lottery ticket!

As soon as the news came out, coupled with the publicity of tap water by old men and old ladies, there were more and more people in the antique market. With more buyers, there were naturally more stalls.

In addition to square dancing, the middle-aged aunts also have another fun part of their spare time, which is to gather together to appraise antiques, as if everyone has a pair of piercing eyes.

Many young people no longer stay at home playing games and mobile phones in their spare time. Instead, they read history books, visit museums, and watch documentaries.

Old cultural relics triggered a wave of new cultural craze and also promoted the development of tourism in Beicheng.

Tourists from other cities and other countries also came here to join in the fun and take advantage of it.

But the antique market is a buying and selling market after all. It is a mixed bag of good and bad, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. In addition, the vendors have a sharp tongue, and the fakes can be true. There are many people who are deceived, and many buyers are hot-headed. I pawned all my belongings and then came back crying when I bought a fake. This thing always makes some people happy and others sad.

When Nan Song was very young, he followed his father to play with antiques. It has been nearly twenty years now. In addition, as someone who touches gold and jade all day long, his eyesight and touch are not comparable to ordinary people. There are many things that can be picked up at a glance. You can tell what's good and bad by just touching it, but sometimes you can't help but make mistakes.

As long as it is an object she likes, even if it is fake, she still thinks it is worth the money.

The point is, my sister is rich.

But the same cannot be said for Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu. After shopping all morning, Nan Song almost emptied their wallets.

Nan Song said: "It's hard to come here, why don't you bring something back with you? There are a bunch of southern red agate skewers over there. Go pick them up and take them home as gifts, so that everyone can be happy."

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were almost crying. They didn't have the good eyesight of Nan Song. They couldn't see anything good or bad, and they looked at everything the same.

Holding the string of beads in his hand, he glanced to the side eagerly, wondering why the elder brother hasn't come yet?
Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

"Big brother!"

Seeing Yu Jinwen's figure from afar, Yu Zeyu ran over excitedly and almost jumped on him.

Yu Jinwen was helpless: "You are so old, you still look like a rabbit."

Nan Song was still squatting on the ground and glanced back at him, "Why are you here?"

Yu Jinwen chuckled lightly, "I heard you were bullying children, so I came over to see the excitement."

Nan Song curled his lips and said nothing. He turned to look at Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu who were squatting on the ground and already playing with the puppies. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It's really dead wood that can't be carved.

She was not a very patient person, so she immediately waved her hand and sent them away, "Go find something to eat, don't be an eyesore in front of me."

Yu Zeyu felt like he was being pardoned, and he didn't forget to talk when he left, "Sure enough, the eldest brother is here, and you think we are an eyesore."

Nan Song glared, and Yu Jiahang immediately pulled Yu Zeyu and ran, "Brother, Sister Nan, let's go find something to eat first..."

Seeing their happy figures running away quickly, Nan Song couldn't help but shake his head and stood up.

"You two brothers are too playful. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, nothing can arouse their interest."

Nan Song specially took Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu to visit the antique market today just to teach them a few tricks. People who deal with jewelry and jade all day long can't do it if they don't know how to do it. As a result, these two brats were not interested at all and kept dragging her back. Legs, almost ruined her business, and she was so angry that she chased them and beat them half the street.Yu Jinwen smiled lightly, "Don't be as knowledgeable as them, you are still a child."

"I'm already over 20, and I still have a child."

Nan Song said: "When you were their age, you had already transferred from the army to join the Yu family and became the marketing manager. You started from the bottom."

Yu Jinwenjin Yushi did not become the president as soon as he arrived, but he rose up step by step from the grassroots level and had practical dealings with every department.

This is something Nan Song gradually learned after she entered the Yu family. Yu Jinwen is better than her at this point. After all, there are many types of work that you have to actually do or have real contact with before you can understand the specific positions and departments. What difficulties will there be, or some hidden rules of black-box operation, and some gray areas.

"I can't help it. After all, I am the grandson of the Yu family and become the heir. My grandfather, mother and uncle all face a lot of pressure from the outside world."

Yu Jinwen said calmly: "Only if I am strong enough can I convince the public."

Nan Song looked up at him.

The calmer his tone became, the more Nan Song felt the weight of his words.

Maybe that's what it means if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were reluctant to pay Nan Song to buy Nanhong agate skewers, so Yu Jinwen paid for them and picked several skewers from the street stall.

Nan Song felt a lot more comfortable and said, "It's not a real pearl, but you are willing to give it up."

"Although it's not a real southern red agate, the workmanship is pretty good. It would be nice to take it back and use it as a bracelet for your elders."

Yu Jinwen's lips curved, "The most important thing is that you like it."

Nan Song was still stubborn, "I didn't say I liked it."

"You didn't say it, but I saw it."

Yu Jinwen picked the best-colored beads from the pile and put them on Nan Song's wrist. Her skin was extremely white. The Nan-red agate string was worn on her wrist. The red was tinged with white, which was indescribably beautiful. , he gently shook Nan Song's hand and nodded, "Well, you have really good taste."

Nan Song's heart softened under his pinch, and she could no longer harden her mouth, so she looked at him lightly.

"Are you praising me, or are you praising yourself?"

"We are bragging."

Yu Jinwen smiled, his eyes clear, "You're not bad, I'm not bad either."

Hey ~ I’m so embarrassed to say it.

Yu Jinwen walked around with Nan Song for a long time. Unlike the two little kids Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu who were fussing over things, Yu Jinwen was very generous. As long as it was something Nan Song had glanced at, he would step forward and ask for the price. He was quick and easy. I had to pay the money, and soon I had a lot of things in my hands, which attracted many inquiries from the stall owners.

With such a wealthy man by his side, Nan Song suddenly felt that he was dressed in white today.

"I said, can you keep a low profile? Don't let people think that you are rich and that they only kill you like this."

Yu Jinwen accepted the instruction humbly, nodded, and said: "I also want to keep a low profile, but my temperament does not allow it."

Nan Song: "..."

(End of this chapter)