Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Huang Mao snorted contemptuously, threw them off, and walked straight to the counter.

A young man in his thirties stood at the counter. He wore a retro long-green coat. It seemed that he was wearing something more ancient in order to highlight the retro of the antique shop.

The young man had red lips and white teeth, and he was handsome and handsome. He leaned on the counter with a folding fan that had written verses in his hand, shook his head and closed his eyes, chanting poems.

The whole person is somewhat elegant and delicate of the ancients, and there is a kind of suave grace of the young son.

Huang Mao stepped forward and greeted with a smiley face: "Hello, Master Mo, why are you alone in the shop? The appraiser and a few guys, have they all gone to eat?"

Mo Qing lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at the yellow hair faintly.

Immediately, he said in a displeased cold voice: "Oh... Huangmao, are you here again? I brought a broken copper furnace to appraise me in the afternoon, and it wasted a lot of my time. The appraisal turned out to be a fake Goods...Why did you buy fakes from where, let me appraise them? I can tell you, if it wasn't for you to bring a few good things over, this time I will definitely let the buddy blast you away."

"Don't stop, Master Mo, I was also deceived, so don't be angry anymore..." Huang Mao changed his arrogant and domineering appearance before suddenly nodding and bowing to please with a smile.

Lan Xiao rolled his eyes secretly, this yellow hair is purely the attribute of a pug, howling vigorously when meeting strangers and acquaintances, immediately revealing the nature of a dog.

This yellow hair is a bullshit.

Bullying the soft and fearing the hard, that's the kind of person.

If Wen Muchu hadn't taken care of the three of them alone, it would be impossible to bring them to the antique shop.

Only then did Mo Qing cast his gaze on Lan Xiao and several others, his eyes showed a trace of displeasure, and he looked at Huang Mao and scolded.

"What the **** are you doing this time? You took a fake and lost my face. This time I brought three little babies. What the **** are you doing?"

Huang Mao laughed quickly, approached Mo Qing, and whispered to explain: "Master Mo, don't be angry, they don't believe that the copper furnace is a fake, so they came here with me to humiliate themselves. I can't help it. , In order to get the compensation smoothly, I can only ask Master Mo to do me a favor."

Mo Qing was obviously impatient, he frowned and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

"Master Mo, I also bought someone else's copper furnace. You told me it was a fake. I went out of the store and went to find this family. I asked them for a loss of 100,000 yuan." Huang Mao Stretching out his hand, ten fingers stretched out in front of his eyes: "One hundred thousand yuan, a full one hundred thousand yuan, they have promised to pay me compensation. But they still don’t give up, they have to see it with their own eyes, listen to the appraiser, and appraise it. Something is fake, so I'm willing to give me money. You can do me this favor and let them give up. When I take the money, I...I will give you 20,000 yuan."

A dark glow of greed flashed under Mo Qing's eyes.

"Thirty thousand... if I divide 30,000, I'll help you."

Huang Mao felt terribly distressed, but had to agree. He gritted his teeth and immediately agreed.

Mo Qing curled his lips and smiled happily, 30,000 yuan, more than his monthly salary.

In fact, Mo Qing can't be regarded as the official appraisal master of this store. He is just an apprentice who helps with the appraisal.

One month's salary is really not high. To him, 30,000 yuan is like a huge sum of money.