Chapter 58 Actor Lao Wen – Northern School Tomb Raider Notes

“Enough is enough,” Zhou Bing laughed and said we’re just working an extra shift at night, we can’t use that much.

“Enough is good,” Lao Wen finished taking out the tcl era of good people I bought in Zhongguancun, but also deliberately flip cover with sapphire that side exposed to Zhou Bing see.

“Hello.” Lao Wen took two steps forward and pretended to make a phone call, saying, “I’m in Yinchuan, where will I meet with someone tomorrow? Have you booked a private room?”

“What? At the Welcome House? Isn’t there a more upscale place?” (Yingbin Lou was a famous restaurant in Yinchuan, a hundred years old, and Beijing’s Dong Lai Shun, known as the North Southeast Yingbin Lou.)

“OK, OK I know, local specialties right, you tell them to remember to bring those three things, that coral red-grounded ocean-colored turn-centered vase from Qianlong’s current dynasty, Bada Shanren Zhu Da’s landscape standing scroll, and the Northern Song Dynasty’s Baidin folded-rimmed narcissus basin. (These are the ones I told him to memorize last night.)”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, two pieces of porcelain and one piece of calligraphy and painting, just tell him I’ll look at it and not show it to the Hong Kong people, price is not a problem. Well, well, I still have some personal business to attend to, contact tomorrow.”

Hanging up the phone, Old Man closed the phone cover and cursed: “A bunch of brain dead people, they have to call and ask about every single thing.”

Outside the store, Bean Sprout Boy and I peered at each other.

It’s two thousand dollars well spent. For that matter, who can say that Old Man drives a three-wheeled delivery truck?

I saw a change in the look on Zhou Bing’s face, and although it was fleeting, I still saw it.

At this time, Zhou Bing spoke up and said, “Boss, are you an antique dealer?”

“Sort of, I came to Yinchuan this trip just to earn a little money.” Lao Wen sat down and said.

“What’s the matter? Something wrong?”

“Nothing nothing,” Zhou Bing smiled and said this will give you the design layout, how do you call, what are the requirements for business cards, to do a few versions? I’m good to let the staff hit the bottom of the sample fonts.

Lao Wen stood up and said you look at it to come, the word on the business card to write Wen Huaxiong, do a few versions of what is the meaning of?

Zhou Bing explained that a version of the meaning of a box, a box of one hundred, we are a version to do, honestly, you give enough money to do a hundred versions.

Lao Wen waved his hand and said no, just use it tomorrow in Yinchuan, a version is enough, I can come and get it tomorrow morning?

Zhou Bing looked at the time, nodded and said, “Normally it takes two to three days under normal circumstances, a few of us will work overtime tonight, tomorrow morning at 8:00 a.m., boss, you just come and get it on time.”

“OK,” Old Man got up and clapped his hands: “Then it’s settled, tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, I’ll come and pick it up on time.” Old Man finished his sentence and turned to leave.

“Boss Wen wait first.” Zhou Bing called out to him.

“You haven’t left your phone number for a business card.”

Old Man ohs and thinks about giving a random phone number.

Old Man came out and saw that Zhou Bing didn’t follow him out, and gave a small cough.

“Go go go.” Beanpole Boy pushed Little Xuan.

Straight back to where we landed, Old Man said how was it, I didn’t screw up the act.

I commend him for a job well done, but that’s only the first step, and you’ll have to get the Chows to take out the White Horse Copper Kettle on their own before he takes the initiative to call you.

Lao Wen nodded, and then said in a tone of euphemism: “20,000 yuan, that’s 20,000 yuan ah! I don’t eat and drink to save for two years to be able to, you in the end figure that with glasses what, don’t end up losing.”

I smiled and said this you don’t care, isn’t there a saying, called shedding the child can’t lasso the wolf, 20,000 dollars is our child, use this 20,000 dollars as a rope, lasso the two wolves.

“Two wolves?” The old questioner queried not just the one with the glasses, but one more?

“Heh heh.” Bean Sprout was grinning about your low IQ not being able to read, the one with the glasses was a coyote, and behind him was an old wolf, the sly, old, old, gray fur kind.