Chapter 1391： No one will have trouble with money

"200,000!"

"I can only pay 200,000!"

"What happened in the ghost market in the early hours of the morning, I think you have heard that so many people pick up the leaks, all of them are the owners of the antique shops here on Antique Street. You know exactly what is going on here and why. In a short period of time sold 30 high-imitation fake antiques!"

"You still insist on letting me buy these 30 fake antiques at the original price. It is absolutely impossible for me to do it, and I will not do it like this!"

Situ Kong clearly gritted his teeth, 200,000 yuan is already his limit, more than this money is really unacceptable.

Yuan Minghua took a deep look at Situ Kongming, did not speak, turned around and walked out.

Situ Kongming had a sullen face and kept watching Yuan Minghua get into the car before he ran after him.

"Move all these antiques to the store for me!"

Situ Kongming had no choice but to accept Yuan Minghua's threats. Once the news spread, he was really ruined. The antiques he just sold couldn't stand the expert's appraisal.

Yuan Minghua smiled, did not say anything, got out of the car, opened the door of the rear trunk, and moved all the antiques inside into Situ Kongming's antique shop.

Situ Kongming took out his cell phone and immediately transferred 500,000 to Yuan Minghua.

"Yuan Minghua!"

"The money has been collected! There will be no connection between the two of us! It will be impossible to buy anything from you in the future."

Situ Kongming felt that the anger in his body was rushing everywhere, and he almost couldn't control it.

"Try the boss to believe me, you will come to me to buy antiques in the future, don't worry, next time you come to me to buy antiques, I will definitely give you a discount."

Yuan Minghua looked at the account information on the phone and smiled again. He didn't take Situ Kongming's threat to his heart at all. He knew with certainty that Situ Kongming would not be long before he would come to buy antiques. .

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Unless the sun comes out from the west, I won't be able to buy any more antiques from you!"

"I admit that the quality of your antiques is indeed very good. It can even be fake. Even your family can provide such quality antiques. No one can compete with you. But don’t forget, I was just forced to. I bought thirty pieces, which are enough for me to sell for ten or eight years."

Situ Kongming shook his head vigorously and looked at Yuan Minghua with disdain.

"Oh?"

"Is it really like this?"

"Do you really think it will take 10 years and 8 years for the 30 fake antiques in your hand to be sold? Or, do you really think 30 is enough?"

"Situ Kongming, you are really just because you have better luck and you don't have any long-term vision."

"The antique market will develop tremendously in the future. The number of people who come to buy antiques will soon double or even more than before. The antiques sold by antique shops in all antique markets will increase rapidly. You can't see this clearly. It seems that you want to get a share of the next big development of the antique market, it's not easy!"

After saying this, Yuan Minghua put the phone into his pocket, and turned around like a car parked in front of the store and walked past.

Situ Kong was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Yuan Minghua to say such a sentence, but vaguely he felt that it seemed to be like this, but he couldn't figure out what the truth was.

"Speak clearly!"

"Why do you think this way?"

Situ Kongming grabbed Yuan Minghua's hand. This is a very important matter. It is absolutely impossible to let Yuan Minghua go without knowing it.

"Don't you think that having 30 fake antiques is enough? Why are you still holding my hand? Didn't you say that you won't buy antiques from my hand from now on? If this is the case, then Whatever I say, what does it matter, our next relationship will definitely be old and dead."

Yuan Minghua shook Situ Kongming strongly and took his hand.

"Yuan Minghua!"

"Speak clearly before leaving!"

Situ Kongming paid attention for a few steps and blocked Yuan Minghua’s presence. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and popped one out. Without a word, he put it into Yuan Minghua’s mouth and took out the lighter and lit it. .

"Humph!"

"Situ Kongming! It seems that you can do anything for the sake of doing business. You were scolding me just now, and you were pleased with me in a blink of an eye."

Yuan Minghua took a hard sip, highlighting the thick smoke, and did not continue to wait to leave.

"No one will have trouble with money. You are the same. Otherwise, how could you smoke my cigarette? You should turn around and leave."

Situ Kongming also lit a cigarette for himself, and the two of them stood on the side of the road and smoked.