"There's no need to wait for the future." Chen Feng opened his fan and gently fanned himself.""There's something you can do for me now.”
"Oh?" Wan Lou was stunned." Mr. Chen, if there's anything you need, you can just tell me. Do you like something in my shop?"”
Wan Lou raised his hand and pointed.”
However, as soon as he said that, Wan Lou laughed again."But what else in my shop can catch your eye?”
He looked at the folding fan in Chen Feng's hand and gulped.
This fan, be it the workmanship or the materials used, was of the highest quality, one in a million.
Coupled with Chen Feng's current fame, selling it for a few hundred thousand was as easy as playing with a toy.
Moreover, there was Zhou Bingnan's painting on it! This was a painting that he had drawn recently, especially for Chen Feng.
The value of this was hard to estimate.
Most people who obtained such a treasure, even if they were not in the industry and did not understand the cultural meaning, would at least understand the economic value.
That was something worth nearly ten million yuan.
Can you bear to fan like an ordinary fan?
Hot? How much central air-conditioning could be bought with 10 million yuan? How much electricity could be paid?
Such a treasure would definitely be stored in a wooden box and played with quietly when no one was around.
Or perhaps, they would show it off when their friends who knew the industry were present.
Moreover, if their relationship wasn't good enough, they could only let him take a look. It was impossible for him to even get started.
However, what about Chen Feng?
He held it in his hand without even a silk cover!
He casually placed it on the table and fanned it when it was hot.
When he slapped him, Wan Lou was on tenterhooks.
Afraid that something would go wrong, she wanted to tell him directly,"Master, I'll get another fan to fan for you. You can keep this one.”
What could such a person like him see in Wanlou's shop?
If he could take a fancy to something, he would be helping Wan Lou advertise.
It was a big advertisement.
Wanlou didn't expect this.
Who knew that Chen Feng would actually say," There really is someone I like."”
"Oh!" Wan Lou couldn't contain his joy. He jumped up from his chair and didn't even call out to the waiter."What do you like? I'll get it for you now!"
Chen Feng raised his fan and drew a circle in the air.""I want this."
"What? What do you want?" Wan Lou thought to himself, Are all these artists like this? Do they like to do these mysterious things?
"I'm ignorant. Please tell me.”
"I want this shop."
"What?" Wan Lou was dumbfounded.”
"Haha." " Haha!" Chen Feng laughed." It's not a thing." I only want the shop."
"This?"
This was against the rules.
There were rules for the sale of antiques in antique shops.
Usually, if you wanted to buy an antique shop, you would have to buy everything in the shop.
As a result, they were all precious antiques and paintings. They were easily damaged after being moved around.
Secondly, if he bought the antique shop, he would still have to continue running the antique shop.
No one would be able to afford an antique store or a hotpot store.
To open a shop, you had to have goods. The first batch of goods was basically from the previous shop owner.
Otherwise, the new shop would be empty and the business would not last long.
The antique world was particular about this. The store had to be full of things to show that the boss had a rich stock.
It also showed that the boss was rich and did not want to squeeze the goods.
At the same time, the arrangement of antiques was also a matter of knowledge. A true expert would know if the owner was an expert in the industry when he entered the shop and saw the location and orientation of the items.
As for people like Chen Feng, who only wanted the shop and not the goods, they were only laymen.
However, Chen Feng was not a layman. He was an expert…
" Mr. Chen…" Wan Lou hesitated." Let's not talk about whether it's legal for you to only want the store and not the goods…I don't want to sell the store either…"
The Heavenly Elegance Pavilion adopted a sales management model.
The shop was sold to a private owner, but it was managed by the Heavenly Elegance Pavilion on behalf of the owner. They also collected property fees and service fees.
Wen Chang Pavilion was indeed owned by Wan Lou, but he had a very rich background. He was able to fork out a million yuan 20 years ago, so he did not have to sell the shop.
"Then, are you making money from your shop now?”
This sentence seemed to have pierced Wan Lou's heart.
"I was just bluffing when I said I was earning money. The entire antique market wasn't doing well. They were all bubbles on the surface. It just looked good.
The news reported all day long that XXX antiques were auctioned off for more than 100 million yuan, and someone's calligraphy and painting were valued at 10 million yuan. But how many people can be like you, who know and have the goods in hand?”
"With the stock in your hands (referring to the treasure in the antique shop), a shop won't be able to do such a business in a year. An antique shop didn't rely on this to make a living.
A few years ago, the best ones were turquoise and beeswax bracelets that cost more than 1000 yuan. When he was good, he could make more than ten skewers a day. But now…
You do this, you know.
Craftsmen worked hard to produce a good carved bracelet and folding fan in 20 days. The price was 3,000 or 4,000 yuan. Was that expensive? But no one bought it.
Overseas, machine-processed leather bags, pigskin bags, and even artificial leather bags had a trademark.
Young people were just too stubborn. They would buy it for ten thousand or twenty thousand.
They even laughed at us middle-aged and old people who played with bracelets and said that we were greasy…
Take a look at this antique city…I've been here since I was a teenager, and these are the people I've seen. Now, twenty to thirty years had passed, and she was still seeing these people…
To be honest, we all love to hear what you said online. Let's not talk about anything else, but to boost our morale! These were all things passed down from their ancestors. Just like crosstalk and opera, they were culture and heritage. But I saw the skyscrapers and the guests…I don't want to see the buildings collapse! I'll tell you the truth. I'm not short of money. I can afford to pay for another ten years…but I don't want to live like this without hope.”
" That's right." Chen Feng's face was as calm as water." That's why you want to sell your shop to me." I only want the storefront…I will fill this storefront with the arts and crafts of China's nine provinces. I will do everything I can to make young people like traditional culture again! It was just like how they had already begun to accept crosstalk! This shop was only the first step. How was it? Are you willing?"
"Mr. Chen…I'm not selling the shop…" Wan Lou took a deep breath.
"Then?"
"I'm willing to transfer it to you directly. Just treat it as me investing in it! One percent or even one thousandth was fine! I've never calculated how much I've earned or spent in my life. I'm living in a daze. I'm almost 50. In the past, half of my body would have been buried. I don't want to live like this anymore! I want to follow you and do something that can raise my spirits!”
"Good!"
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