From beginning to end, Yang Mingzhe said a few words, and Mr. Jin went from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being polite, then to being serious, and even a little pious afterwards. Later, he wanted to treat Yang Mingzhe as a god.

Yang Yuying returned to the teahouse, took out a red envelope from her sleeve, and took out another bank card.

"Okay, it's almost enough to buy pigments."

No one knows how much money is in the bank card.

But in the red envelope was a stack of red Grandpa Mao, which cost ten thousand yuan.

Qu Han said in a daze: "Is it so easy to make money on Antique Street?"

Li Zhinan was very calm and composed: "This is difficult, and it is not difficult for those who know it. For example, if you go on stage to sing a song, you can get more than 100,000 yuan at will. Can it be replaced by someone else?"

Qu Han nodded in a daze: "That's right."

Zhao Xi looked surprised and suddenly stood up and walked over to ask the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I want to buy an antique and go home. Do you open the counter inside you and show me?"

The shopkeeper smiled politely: "The antiques in our store are all very good. Porcelain is in District 1, jade is in District 2, and calligraphy and painting are in District 3..."

Zhao Xi and him were talking for a long time, and their mouths were dry, but the shopkeeper pretended to be stupid and didn't take him back at all.

Seeing Zhao Xi walking back and sitting down with a look of inexplicable look, she drank two cups of tea: "Even if I go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, the aunt is happy to add more green onions to me, why is it so unpopular now?"

Li Zhinan and Qu Han smiled so hard that they were slacking off.

The fans of Zhao Xi in the live broadcast room were simply frightened.

‘Xibao, we are a cool male god, don’t break the character.’

‘Stop struggling. From the day your male god clumsily put the porcelain bottle into a urinary, he has no idea what his character is!’

After Yang Yuying finished drinking tea, she was going to buy some mineral pigments and went home. However, it was still early and the guests didn't have enough fun. In addition to serving refreshments, Rongxingfang also had fruits and pastries, which were very delicious. Everyone had not had enough rest and didn't want to leave.

She didn't care, so she just watched the window and watched the pedestrian buyers coming and going, and did a few more orders, asking the sellers who sold ore pigments to take the initiative to deliver the pigments to her door. She chose it before she went back to Tianming Building with her companions.

As soon as Yang Yuying and others returned to Tianming Building, they heard Zhu Minghui laughing in the studio. When they saw Yang Yuying, their laughter became even louder: "Mingzhe, there is a gifted donor in Antique Street. This incident has spread throughout the circle. Even my old friend in Xingcheng called back and asked, asking me to tell him what the origin of the Yang Yuying and Yang boss we are here, and whether he can really freely enter and exit the private auctions of the eight buildings such as Rongxingfang, Zhaixing Pavilion, and Rongbaozhai."

Zhu Minghui smiled so hard: "I said I don't know, they don't believe it yet!"

Yang Yuying shook her head seriously and asked three questions without knowing: "How did Yang Mingzhe know about Yang Yuying? Mr. Zhu asked the wrong person."

After saying that, he sat back to the workbench and devoted himself to working.

Zhu Minghui laughed deeply.

After laughing, Zhu Minghui couldn't help but ask the director again: "Which lady is your guest, Yang Mingzhe? I haven't heard of anyone's surname in the circle? Could it be that the old guy accepted the closed disciple?"
Chapter completed!