CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

Don't even think about it. Jiang Fengming knows that Leng Shaoheng must have sent someone to protect Shen Qingqing.

Coming to the back compartment, Shen put on white gloves.

There are a lot of antiques.

In addition to the Ming Dynasty's Glazed flower cups, white jade lotus seed bottles and agarwood pen holders, there are many rare and precious collections.

When Shen Qingqing finished checking one by one, there was a fake.

But this batch of so many antiques has produced a fake, which is already very good.

"By lot?" Shen Qingqing took off her gloves and asked.

"Well." Jiang Fengming nodded, "yes, there is only one fake. Overall, it's worth the money."

If it's collected by batch, you can't return it even if you find a fake inside.

It's an unwritten rule.

"OK, the white jade lotus seed vase alone is far more than the total price. Maybe the other party thinks it's a fake and wants to sell it!"

Shen Qingqing said with a faint smile, "if you know it's genuine, and according to my estimation, it's not only genuine, but also excellent."

Jiang Fengming's mouth curved gently. "If it wasn't for Qingqing's help, I'd think it was a fake. I'm ready to sell it. But you've done me a big favor."

"A little help." Shen Qingqing politely replied, looking at the time, it was already late.

It's more than 12 o'clock before I know it.

"Now that I've finished, I'll go back first."

Shen Qingqing put the gloves on the tray and left the compartment.

Jiang Fengming followed, "you've done me such a big favor. It's just time for dinner. Let's have dinner together."

"No, you're busy. I have something else to do, so I'll go back first." Shen Qingqing will not eat with Jiang Fengming.

Jiang Fengming subconsciously wants to reach out and pull Shen Qingqing, but as soon as he reaches out, the two bodyguards protect Shen Qingqing.

Jiang Fengming's eyebrows are almost imperceptible. There is a trace of gloom at the bottom of his eyes, but his face is very gentle.

"Since you have something to do, I won't force you to stay. I'll make another appointment."

Shen Qingqing didn't speak and left with her bodyguard.

Jiang Fengming took her to the hall downstairs.

There was a truck parked at the door, and the staff were unloading and moving to the warehouse.

When Shen Qingqing passes by an employee, Yu Guang catches a glimpse of the antique in his hand.

Three seconds later, Shen Qingqing stopped, turned around and cried, "please wait a minute!"

The employee didn't know it was calling him and continued to walk forward.

Shen Qingqing hurried after him.

"What's the matter, Qing Qing?" Jiang Fengming also followed him and asked.

After stopping the employee, Shen Qingqing glanced at the blue and white porcelain in the employee's arms and looked closely.

The shape of the petals, the grain of the leaves, and the memory gradually overlap.

This is my father's collection! The last collection he sold before he died!

Shen Qingqing's hand can't help lifting, want to touch the white porcelain with blue and white.

Employees naturally know what their work is, subconsciously with a vase back a few steps, look alert, prompted.

"Miss, this is a collection. You can't let others touch it. I'm sorry."

"It's OK, she can." The wind of the river is blowing, and the cold voice is ringing.

As soon as the staff saw that it was Jiang Fengming, they were stunned and yelled, "Mr. Jiang, but..."

If something goes wrong, who is responsible?

Jiang Fengming droops his eyes and hands the employee a look. The employee understands and stands still.