Chen Zhao arrived at Mr. Doman's house at 10 o'clock in the morning.

"Mr. Doman, early."

"Ash." Mr. Doman handed a check to Chen Zhao: "Chen, this is the money for your collection, and there is also this supplementary agreement. These collections will participate in the spring auction. If the final auction price is 50% higher than the price sold to you, I will compensate you for 10% of the overflow price."

This kind of supplementary agreement is common in the art market. Originally, the original owner sold the collection to an auction company, and the auction company sold a far higher price than the purchase price. The original owner would definitely not be happy, so he would probably sue the auction company and think that the auction company had deceptively lowered the price.

This kind of dispute is very troublesome and affects the reputation of the auction house.

So now, after the auction company completes the acquisition of the collection, it will sign a supplementary agreement with the original owner.

In this way, everyone will be happy and no one will cause trouble.

Chen Zhao took the check, which was a check of one million US dollars, plus the deposit of 300,000 US dollars last time, which means that the total number of these collections was sold was $1.3 million.

Chen Zhao was quite satisfied with this price.

He also checked the prices of similar collections online, and the price given by Mr. Doman is quite fair.

"Mr. Chen, do you have a way to treat surgical trauma on Normans?"

"Yes." Chen Zhao nodded.

Generally speaking, this surgical trauma is difficult to heal.

Many people use foundation to cover up this surgical trauma or use clothing to cover it up.

Another way is laser repair, but laser repair is not a complete repair.

Laser repair can turn trauma from a scar into a line, but it is still obvious.

This surgical trauma cannot be healed naturally, and the scar will follow the owner for life.

"I'll pay $100,000 to help Normans remove the surgical trauma from her body."

"I can treat Normans' surgical trauma, so I don't need money." Chen Zhao said.

Because Mr. Duoman did not charge his appraisal fee, Chen Zhao should also repay his favor.

The appraisal cost of general artworks and antiques and cultural relics is about 5% of the total price, and Mr. Doman himself is a businessman.

He can reduce the appraisal fee for Chen Zhao, but of course Chen Zhao cannot be petty.

...

When Chen Zhao pushed the door and entered Normans' room, Normans was sitting in front of the window wearing a close-fitting bra.

Now Normans has completely returned to her peak appearance. Although her figure looks a little plump, it no longer affects her beauty.

Moreover, after the skin slimming surgery, her skin was slightly thinner and more delicate, and the blood vessels under her skin could even be seen.

Chen Zhao didn't know if Normans had a breast augmentation surgery.

Before the skinning surgery, he didn't think Normans's bust was very prominent, but at this moment, Normans' bust was still quite proud.

Seeing Chen Zhao come in, Normans's face immediately sank.

"Don't you even knock on the door?"

"I am your coach, and I have the right to see you at any time." Chen Zhao said with a smile.

"I don't need it now."

"This is not something you don't need if you say you don't need it." Chen Zhao shook his finger: "Only I say you can do it, you can do it."

"I'm not in the mood to argue with you now."

"I'm in a good mood to tell you about this."

"Don't bother me."

"Your father invites me to help you treat surgical trauma." Chen Zhao said.

"I asked the doctors and they said that this surgical trauma cannot be completely eliminated."

"Oh...so, I've charged your father one million dollars, and we agreed that I won't refund the money regardless of whether you accept this treatment or not." Chen Zhao waved in front of Normans with a check.

Normans's face turned angry: "You are robbing you for scam!"

"When did I cheat? It's because you don't need my treatment. How can you blame me on my head?"

"But what if you can't get rid of the surgical trauma on me?"

"If the treatment fails, it's my problem." Chen Zhao said.

"Okay, when will it be treated?"

"It's OK now." Chen Zhao said.

"What do I do?"

"Take off and come in front of me."

"Take off? You bastard, do you want to be bad to me?"

"Please, I've never seen you naked... Why make a fuss so much? These days you have changed your swimsuits and swim trunks in front of me."

"It's different now." Normans said with a red face.

"Do you feel different if you lose a few pieces of meat?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

Normans looked at Chen Zhao with a flashing look, and finally took off his bra, covered his chest and walked to Chen Zhao.

"Then what?"

"Lying down." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

Normans' cheeks were like ripe apples, lying naked in front of a man.

This made her feel hot all over, and she began to feel the man's palm stroking her belly.

"Hey, stop being in a hurry, change the back."

"ah?"

"Have you not been in bed with a man for too long?"

Normans looked at Chen Zhao with gritted teeth: "You bastard."

"Stop talking, everyone is in a hurry."

Because of Normans' skin retardation surgery, there are many locations.

The arms, belly, base of thighs, buttocks, armpits, neck, back, and several places belong to more sensitive privacy areas, so Normans needs to take off his nakedness.

However, Chen Zhao was not interested in doing too much, and Chen Zhao was very clear about the patient and the woman.

However, Normans had a different feeling, and Chen Zhao's palm still made her feel ripples.

"Okay, you can put on your clothes." Chen Zhao stood up and said.

"Ah? Is it OK?"

Chen Zhao glanced at Normans: "Why do I give you another medicine?"

Normans glared at Chen Zhao fiercely, and gritted his silver teeth and put on his close clothes.

"Is that OK?"

"Call me when you feel you need treatment next time."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's nothing, I'll leave." Chen Zhao waved his hand.

...

Normans was a little lost all day long.

There are always memories of the touch that were not long ago in the skin.

At night, Normans was disturbed by the heat.

Normans gently brushed his fingers across his arm. Suddenly, Normans found that the originally 20-centimeter suture wound on his arm seemed to have become much lighter.

Normans turned on the light and looked at his arm. The surgical wound was really fading a lot.

Moreover, not only the arms, but also the surgical wounds in various parts have become much weaker.

"That bastard... is really a skill. It seems he is not bragging." Normans gritted his teeth and said to himself: "He must be waiting for me to call him now."
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