Chapter 177 We Two Brothers

Linzhou Dongshu never dreamed that he would actually get business.

And it is a foreigner's business.

During this period, let alone earning foreign exchange, he didn't even make much money from the National Treasure Gang.

I just rely on being a shill for others on the Internet, sacrificing my reputation to earn some hard-earned money.

As for the treasure appraisal live broadcast? His reputation has long been tarnished, and no one watches it.

Even the leather suit man appraised the treasure and tried it, but he still couldn't win the resurrection match.

Just when he had almost given up, the ocean girl named Masala sent him a message saying that her uncle Sam was coming to Qingzhou and asked him to receive him.

Uncle Dong rushed over almost overnight.

Finally, I met my employer at the familiar International Seaview Resort.

But this time, the location was changed from Linzhou to Qingzhou, and the employer was changed from a young and beautiful girl to a black couple.

But the price of employment has also increased, with wages three times higher than before.

"Mr. Sam, you've made the right choice. Although I became famous in Linzhou, I've also made a name for myself in the antique circle of Qingzhou."

"With me here, you can dominate the entire Qingzhou antique circle."

"Really?" Sam asked quickly, "Then can you help me find someone? A man named Fu Wanghou."

"Find someone?"

"Then you are wrong. I am talking about being domineering, not looking for someone." Uncle Dong said without blushing.

When Sam heard this, he thought it made sense. If he couldn't find the person, he could help find the goods. So they made an appointment to go to Qingzhou's antique market together tomorrow to look for people selling imitation antique jade.

The next day, several people met at the entrance of the market. Uncle Dong's dress made Sam and his wife marvel at it.

It was a very hot day in June, but Uncle Dong was wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and a pair of sunglasses.

Dressed like this, she looks like an MI6 agent.

"I'm a big star in the antique world, and I'm afraid of being recognized by people here."

Uncle Dong explained in a low voice, as if he was actually quite famous.

In fact, he was thinking that if foreigners got into trouble, he would be able to evacuate conveniently and safely this way, and he would not be caught by the cameras.

"Okay, got it."

Sam also lowered his voice and asked:
"Is this the place where the most antiques are sold in Qingzhou?"

"That's right." Uncle Dong nodded and said, "I came here a few years ago. This is almost the distribution center of antiques in the entire Qingzhou."

“Do you know Yiwu Small Commodity Wholesale Market? This is the antique version of Yiwu in Qingzhou.”

"Come on, follow me, let's go in quickly while it's still early."

"No problem, you lead the way."

At 8:30 in the morning, Uncle Dong, dressed as a special agent, walked into the antique market in Qingzhou City with two fat black men.

The female salesperson who was eating noodles at the stall at the door was stunned when she saw this scene.

She also thought that Uncle Dong was some big star, followed by two black bodyguards, so she didn't even finish her breakfast, but quickly wiped her mouth and went to greet him.

"Good morning, sir. Would you like to buy anything?"

"Of course, it's to buy antiques." Uncle Dong said with a smile.

He didn't know why the woman came up to him, but he answered when she asked.

"Antiques? There are none here. You haven't been here for a long time, right? No one sells antiques here anymore."

"If antique markets don't sell antiques, then what do they sell? Clothes, shoes, and bags?"

"That's right, you know, sir. That's our clothing store."

The salesperson turned around and pointed to the supermarket behind him that was open for business. The clothing store that Lao Hu had mentioned before was now open.

However, the boss is Mr. Zheng's cousin Huang Xiang. He originally wanted to use the story of the clothing mall to trick people into buying his shop, but in the end, no one was fooled.

Finally, he got so anxious that he simply opened his own shop.

When it first opened, the store offered a 68% discount on all items and business was pretty good. Neighbors nearby and merchants in the antique market all came with their families to support the business.

Seeing that the business was so good, Huang Xiang struck while the iron was hot and wanted to transform the entire antique market into the Qingzhou clothing wholesale market.

The merchants in the original antique market transferred their shops to him one after another.

As a result, just when Huang Xiang had finished buying up most of the store, all the customers disappeared overnight.

Huang Xiang found out later that those people who came to support him were actually hired by the owners of other shops in the antique city.

As soon as the shop was sold, the agent did not renew the contract, so his business naturally went cold.

Now, except for the breakfast stall at the door which is a little popular, most of the rest of the time, this place is like a "ghost market" - in the true sense, a market where only ghosts come.

"Boss, please go in and take a look. Clothes that originally cost over 29 or 9 yuan are now only yuan. You won't lose money or get cheated!"

While the salesperson was introducing the products, Huang Xiang, who had been waiting in the supermarket all night, walked out and stretched.

Seeing his employees standing at the entrance of the market and talking to people, Mr. Huang shouted very professionally:

"Xiao Cui, please bring the guest in, stop talking nonsense at the door."

The saleswoman turned around and explained in embarrassment: "Boss, these three customers want to buy antiques."

"Antiques?" Huang Xiang was stunned, and immediately thought of his cousin. He waved his hands quickly: "Get lost, this is a clothing store."

"If they want antiques, let them dig up their own ancestors' graves."

"Hey, boss, why does your mouth stink so much!" Uncle Dong responded stressfully.

He found himself bringing two employers to the clothing city, which was a bit embarrassing, but as soon as Huang Xiang spoke, he found the weak point.

Walk directly towards the other party:
"Come on, explain to me why you have to dig up your ancestors' graves to buy antiques?"

"Why are you so..."

"What's wrong with me?" Huang Xiang asked, picking up the red fire extinguisher next to him.

"Why do you look familiar?"

"Don't try to get close to me. Get out of here. Got it?"

"No, I'm not trying to get close to you. Let me think about it..."

Uncle Dong looked at Huang Xiang's face and began to recall what would have happened if this face was not so arrogant, but a little more timid.

Hiss——I remembered it!
"Aren't you the guy who sells Han Dynasty jade?"

"Remember, you and your cousin were at the seaside resort in Linzhou, and I helped you appraise the treasures."

As Uncle Dong spoke, he took off his hat, revealing his iconic bald head.

He will never forget the experience at Linzhou Resort, because it was from there that his smooth life suddenly started to go wrong.

At first I thought it was because I was too close to that nun and was unlucky, but I even tried washing my hair with black dog blood and it didn't get better.

Finally, the Taoist concluded that he was destined to have this disaster, so he should just accept his fate.

"You are……"

When Huang Xiang saw the big bald head in front of him, he immediately remembered who he was.

Wasn’t that delivery to Linzhou a turning point in his life?
"You are Uncle Dong!"

"Yes, it's me."

Uncle Dong sighed, looked at the clothing supermarket behind Huang Xiang, which was completely invisible, and patted his shoulder sympathetically:

"I didn't expect that our two brothers would be more miserable than each other!"

(End of this chapter)