Qin Zhaoyang didn't have that much cash, so he had to run to the ATM across the street to withdraw money.
Throughout the whole process, Chu Liang didn't say a word.
Or he was just watching a joke.
Give the money to get the painting, and Qin Zhaoyang is ready to leave.
But he was stopped by Chu Liang.
"Xiao Qin, aren't you out of work now!"
"I'm in need of an apprentice here. How about you come and work here? I'll give you two thousand six a month. How about that?"
Qin Zhaoyang saw that Chu Liang had no good intentions. After agreeing to think it over, he left.
Then he went straight home in his car.
Without caring about anything, he plunged into the room and began to use the reiki within him to start repairing.
However, I was stunned.
[Zheng Banqiao, bamboo, genuine]
[Severely damaged, repairable!]
Exactly the same message, but myself...
Qin Zhaoyang was startled. Could it be that this repair ability has failed?
Thinking of this, he broke his teacup again, then stuck it together, and then repaired it.
A few minutes later, when looking at the intact teacup, Qin Zhaoyang was really confused.
Could it be that the level of this painting is too high, or that the spiritual power within oneself is insufficient to restore it?
That's how it feels, Qin Zhaoyang.
Something like a teacup, which is an ordinary object, is indeed much easier to fix.
But this ancient painting, which is so severely damaged, would be very difficult to restore.
He doesn't have much spiritual power in his body at the moment to support the restoration of the painting, which is why he doesn't react at all.
With this thought in mind, Qin Zhaoyang rolled up the painting again, wrapped it in his clothes, and finally put it in a box.
He was going to other shops in the antique street to absorb some energy, that is, spiritual power.
But before going there, he had to go to the toilet. He hadn't urinated all morning and was feeling suffocated.
Since there was no one at home, Qin Zhaoyang didn't even close the bathroom door and started draining water.
Just then, Qin heard the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor. He turned around and saw Bao Xiaoxiao coming over.
Bao Xiaoxiao happened to see Qin Zhaoyang in the bathroom.
"Ah, rogue --!"
Bao Xiaoxiao shouted subconsciously.
Qin Zhaoyang was startled and quickly pulled up the zipper.
And his trousers were soiled.
At this moment, Bao Xiaoxiao came to his senses.
It seems that I was a little too extreme just now.
"Cousin, why don't you close the door when you go to the toilet?"
Bao Xiaoxiao blushed at this moment...
"How did I know you were at home?"
"Didn't you go to work?
Qin Zhaoyang was also embarrassed and quickly changed the subject!
"I have a bit of a cold, so I took a day off."
Qin nodded and said no more.
He was in a hurry to go back to his room to change his pants.
"Cousin, why don't you take it off and I'll wash it for you?"
"I mean trousers."
Bao Xiaoxiao felt that it was a bit ambiguous and corrected it quickly.
"No, I'll do it myself!"
"By the way, for a cold, take medicine, drink plenty of water and get plenty of rest."
"If you don't have cold medicine, I'll bring you some later!"
Bao Xiaoxiao hummed and went into the bathroom.
Qin Zhaoyang didn't say a word either. It seemed that he still had to buy a house and move out to live.
After all, it's not very convenient to share a house with a girl.
I went back to the room, changed into a pair of trousers, and went out with the keys.
Just as I was about to drive to the antique street, my phone thought it was Shen Sijia calling.
"Hello!"
'Oh, I'll be right there!'
Qin Zhaoyang hung up the phone, and his plan to go to the antique street fell through again. He had no choice but to drive towards Shen's jewelry company.
When he arrived at the company, Shen Sijia waved hurriedly.
In addition to Shen Sijia, there was another person, Shen Sijia's secretary, a very gentle girl with a large pair of glasses.
Qin Zhaoyang knew her. This morning, it was she who handled the formalities and such. Her name was Li Wenjing, as her name suggests.
"What's the matter, say it!"
Shen Sijia had a smile on her face, but hearing Qin Zhaoyang's tone, which seemed a little impatient, she became unhappy.
"I'm looking for you for something, of course. Could it be that I'm calling you over for dinner?"
Qin Zhaoyang made a fool of himself and said no more.
Shen Sijia smiled contentedly, having finally won a game.
She had been very angry with him this morning.
"Come on, I'll take you to see the raw stones!"
Shen Sijia said as she opened the door of Qin Zhaoyang's passenger seat and plopped in.
Li Wenjing quickly got into the car as well.
Qin Zhaoyang was stunned:
"This is my private car, not a public one."
Shen Sijia gave Qin Zhaoyang a cold look. She had never seen such a stingy man.
"Wenjing, I'll get him a monthly fuel card later."
"This car will be requisitioned later."
Li Wenjing nodded obediently, then picked up her notebook and wrote it down.
Qin Zhaoyang had intended to refuse, but as soon as he thought of giving him a fuel card, he fell silent.
That is to say, from now on, he won't have to pay for refueling his vehicle.
The only drawback is that he will be boxed around by Shen Sijia.
But it doesn't seem like much.
The vehicle started and left the company.
Shen Sijia then told Qin Zhaoyang where he was going.
It turned out that there was a boss in the rough stone business who, for some unknown reason, didn't want to do it anymore and intended to sell the batch at a low price.
And the price is much lower.
So Shen Sijia was immediately tempted.
After all, the price offered by the other party was even cheaper than what she had bought in the southern part of Yunnan.
The price had been negotiated three days ago and the raw stone had been seen.
Today was the agreed payment date, but as she was about to make the payment, she thought of Qin Zhaoyang.
So she took Qin Zhaoyang along to have a look, and if there was no problem, she would buy it.
After all, it's a deal worth hundreds of millions, so it's not wrong to be cautious.
Of course, there's one more thing Shen Sijia wants Qin Zhaoyang to see, and she will also get a bargain.
The raw stone warehouse is a bit far from Shen's jewelry, in the suburbs.
Qin Zhaoyang felt a bit strange and asked casually:
"Sijia, how could this rough stone be placed in the suburbs?"
"Isn't it a bit too much trouble to sell this?"
Shen Sijia thought for a moment and explained:
"The rent here is at least half cheaper than in the city. Even if it's a bit troublesome, it should be worth it."
To be honest, this explanation seems quite reasonable.
Qin Zhaoyang nodded and said nothing.
While driving, he looked at Shen Sijia, the little secretary, through the rearview mirror.
The big eyes, paired with the oversized framed glasses, look pretty good.
Men love to look at beautiful women, especially those who peek at them.
"Focus on driving!"
Shen Sijia noticed Qin Zhaoyang's gaze and became a little unhappy at once.
She hurriedly reminded him.
Qin Zhaoyang smiled awkwardly, fortunately they had already reached their destination at this time.