Xing Meiqi began to tell the story of the family in anger. In her story, Hao Huai learned that Dai Yaorao was actually Xing Meiqi's father's father's name, but Hao Huai didn't know whether the real situation was true, because although he felt that Dai Yaorao was very charming outside, he was not going to be such a woman.
"So that's the case. I said why did you feel so disgusted with her."
Hao Huai did not tell Xing Meiqi about the matter between him and Dai Yaorao. He wanted to weigh the pros and cons of the two of them and let them serve him. This was the most beneficial to him. Hao Huai knew very well that no matter which one of them he offended, he would not have a good life. What happened today is a good proof.
"Hao Huai, you have to help me and help me destroy that woman, so that everything belongs to the two of us."
Hao Huai felt that Xing Meiqi had become a different person at this time, becoming snobbish, and becoming completely different from the girl she met before. This is not surprising, because a woman who wants to inherit everything from the family must need something to support her.
"I'm just an appraiser of the calligraphy and painting team. Oh, I almost forgot that I'm the leader of the calligraphy and painting appraisal team, but how can I help you with just such a position?"
Hao Huai was clearly telling her weak position, but Xing Meiqi smiled, smiling as pure and sweet as before. At that moment, her appearance almost affected Hao Huai's heart back to the original state of simplicity and innocence.
"Don't worry, I will definitely get you promoted if you have the chance. It's only a matter of time."
Hao Huai felt a sense of joy after hearing Xing Meiqi's words. He was wondering what he would look like when he reached the top, but he did not forget that he is still a small figure in the antique industry now.
Hao Huai’s biggest goal is the antique business. Everything is based on this. Even now, he is laying the foundation for his antique business.
"I will do my best to help you."
Hao Huai's words made Xing Meiqi smile happily. She smiled sweetly, but even if Hao Huai didn't see it, she still smiled sweetly and innocently. Although it was a meaning of exploitation, her happiness came from the heart. No man had ever made him so happy, and no man had ever made him feel that he had value in use.
"Hao Huai, do you like me?"
Xing Meiqi let go of Hao Huai's arms and turned her head's office chair to the opposite side of her. Then she asked solemnly: "What I am talking about is not the kind of love for friends and colleagues, but the kind of love between men and women?"
"Ask this again?" Hao Huai asked back, but he had no intention of answering positively.
“Is this question really hard to answer?”
Xing Meiqi did not get her satisfactory answer, but she had no intention of giving up, and made another unexpected move by Hao Huai. After blinking her beautiful big eyes, when Hao Huai was unpredictable, she walked to his front, rode on his waist, and placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Say, do you like me?"
Although Xing Meiqi was asking, she blocked Hao Huai's mouth without waiting for Hao Huai's answer. She didn't know whether she was afraid of the negative answer or she couldn't wait to want that kind of comfortable kiss. Anyway, she took the initiative to kiss Hao Huai's mouth without any scruples.
"Dangdangdang" knocked on the door, and Xing Meiqi hurriedly got off Hao Huai's body and tidied up her clothes.
At the same time, Hao Huai returned to the Chunqiu chair from Xing Meiqi's office chair, and picked up the paper cup on the coffee table with a smirk. Although there was no tea inside, he still held it in his hand.
"Enter."
After Xing Meiqi finished speaking, the door opened, and the female secretary Xiaoli walked in. Just as she was about to speak, she saw that Hao Huai was still there, so she looked at Xing Meiqi cautiously.
"Hao Huai, go and do your business first. I have something to deal with."
Xing Meiqi obviously didn't want Hao Huai to know about some things, and Hao Huai had achieved his goal and didn't want to see her deal with official duties at all. After saying goodbye politely, Hao Huai walked out of Xing Meiqi's office and walked towards the calligraphy and painting appraisal team.
"Appraiser Hao, you were so awesome just now, so take care of you in the future."
Along the way, the colleagues Hao Huai met were taking the initiative to talk to him. Obviously, they all saw that Hao Huai was unique in the company.
When he returned to the office of the calligraphy and painting appraisal team, Wang Xing was naturally very attentive, but he no longer had selfishness, because he had already seen that no matter how capable he was, he could not beat Hao Huai, so he might as well run errands and become a small follower of his, so that he could make a living with him without being bullied.
"Team leader, I have a customer who said that he had a batch of new furniture. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Furniture, I'm a man who makes antiques and I'm not married, why should I look at the furniture?" Hao Huai thought about it, and was about to speak, but suddenly thought of something in his heart and immediately asked Wang Xing: "Are you talking about antique furniture?"
Wang Xing looked around and found that only Li Wenruo was present. The old man was grateful to Hao Huai and naturally would not make any noise, so he immediately said: "That's right, I have a friend who has been doing "demolition of land", so he got a lot of cheap antique furniture."
"Shut the ground?"
Hao Huan seemed to know this word, but he said it through the Chicken Man. The so-called "shut the ground" is a "professional term" in antique shops, and it is also a means of antique business from ancient times to the present. Most of them are antique merchants who have no money to open a store or are unwilling to open a store. They specialize in collecting goods in the countryside, and after getting the goods, they sell them to various merchants. The people in the business call them "guerrillas" and also called "shut the ground".
These people who "shut the ground" actually refer to "antique dealers" who are active at the bottom.
Speaking of antique dealers, they may not be all rich people. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and antique dealers are divided into different levels. The first-class people open stores and are in front of the boss. This type of antique sells is indeed "not open for three years, but they can eat for three years". They do bulk transactions of hundreds of thousands or millions.
The second-class person has no funds and cannot afford to open a store, but he has the eyesight and understands the market. He likes to "picking up bargains" at the low price when shoveling the land, and then sells it to those who open antique shops to make some difference.
As for the third-class people, they are usually not very educated and know nothing about antiques. They can only go around the streets and collect some old goods from the people at a low price, and resell them to the first two people to make some money.
"It's a fool if you don't make any profit!"
Chapter completed!