Chapter 4 Zhang Maolu

"Sister Feng Nan, where is there a glass product store?" Ouyang Xiaowei was a little anxious.

After leaving the general manager's office, Feng Nan accompanied Ouyang Xiaowei to leave the company, and went door to door to find the glass product store, hoping to customize the medals as soon as possible. However, because it was a little too late, he found several stores in a row, and they all closed. Both of them were very anxious.

Tomorrow, we will hold a display event for the eighth anniversary of the company's establishment. If we can't even get a medal, it will be questionable. It seems that the weight is not enough to rely solely on pictures and texts to explain the company's development history.

Feng Nan bent down and rubbed his sore legs, frowned and said, "I remember there seems to be another one on the street next door. Let's go and take a look."

The two of them cheered up and continued to move forward. A Mercedes-Benz drove from behind, stopped steadily to the two of them, and sounded twice.

Ouyang Xiaowei and Feng Nan turned their heads and found that it was Mr. Fan's car. Then they saw Fan Wubing sticking out his head, "Two beauties, get in the car, I know where to find someone who makes that thing."

Ouyang Xiaowei looked at Fan Wubing with some depression, thinking that if it weren't for meeting this person, she wouldn't have broken three medals in a row. However, before she could think about it, Feng Nan had already pulled her into the car.

Fan Ting's two Mercedes-Benz were still given to him by Fan Wubing before going abroad. First, the license plate was very good, and second, it was indeed more comfortable to ride a Mercedes-Benz, and the brand did not lose the price, so Fan Ting never changed the car.

After Fan Wubing came back, he naturally didn't have his own car, so Fan Ting evened out one of his cars for him to use.

"Do you have a driver's license?" Although I don't know the specific relationship between the big boy in front of me and Mr. Fan, just by being able to enter and exit Fan Ting's office freely, the relationship between the two was unusual. Moreover, Feng Nan noticed that Fan Wubing's appearance was somewhat similar to Fan Ting, and I think there should be some kind of kinship between them.

"Driving license?" Fan Wubing was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a smile, "No in China, I have a driver's license in the United States."

"American driver's license?" Feng Nan was also stunned for a moment, and then muttered, "I don't know if the traffic police in Beijing recognize this. I hope your driving skills are OK!"

Fan Wubing nodded and said, "If you are used to driving in the United States, you don't take driving seriously anymore, and naturally you won't take it seriously. However, the American driver's license test is very strict, and there is basically no favor to talk about, so you don't have to worry about whether my driving skills are reliable. To take a step back, even if you hit a car or something, it will be a loss for others. The safety performance of this car is still reassuring."

Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei both shook their heads and said they could not rest assured. They really didn't have much confidence in this big boy who appeared like a broom star, so they caused the chance of losing their fortunes in a row to him. The possibility that the two of them could rest assured was almost zero.

But what Fan Wubing said is quite well-founded. In the afternoon, the car directly hit Ye Tian’s Cadillac in a mess. He just rubbed off some patent leather, and he was quite at ease with the safety performance of the car. At that time, Qiu Baohua’s boss did not give any discount on the selection of gifts.

The car turned into an alley after turning a few times, then stopped outside a courtyard house, and several people got out of the car.

"Here?" Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei looked around, and there was no sign that it was business.

"That's right." Fan Wubing said to the two, "It's here, let's go in. If it's too late, people won't take care of their jobs!"

Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei followed Fan Wubing into the yard with suspicion and walked straight into a room. Sure enough, it was filled with all kinds of messy miscellaneous items, such as antiques, wooden ware, porcelain, seals, glass products, and so on.

"Old Zhang, come out to take the job." Fan Wubing raised his voice and shouted without seeing anyone.

Then a buddy who looked like Feng Xiaogang crawled out of a pile of miscellaneous things, looked at Fan Wubing and the other two for some reason, and then asked hesitantly, "What are the three of you?"

He was still a little confused. He had always had a good memory, so how could he have no impression of the three people in front of him? But seeing the big boy among the three calling his name, it seemed like he was very familiar with it!

"Stop looking!" Fan Wubing looked at the guy he knew ten years later and said with a smile, "I'm here to make a simple thing. Do you think you'll have a job first?" Then he nodded to Ouyang Xiaowei.

"Uh, that's it-" Ouyang Xiaowei was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly handed over the pattern drawn in her hand, then chattered to Lao Zhang and said his request, and finally added, "Please hurry up and make it the best, we'll use it tomorrow."

After hearing Ouyang Xiaowei say this, Fan Wubing immediately curled his lips and thought to himself that you are rushing to urge others, isn’t that the same as telling them that I am Yanggu, come and kill me!

"I'm in a hurry?" As expected, Lao Zhang's eyes rolled and he immediately said, "One piece costs 150 yuan, three pieces is 450 yuan. I won't ask you for the rushing work fee. I'll collect an integer and you'll give it 500 yuan!"

"It's so expensive!" Ouyang Xiaowei's face immediately sucked. Her salary was not very high. In 1991, Beijing could get four or five hundred yuan a month, even if it was a relatively high salary, who would keep so much money with her all day?

Of course, Feng Nan didn't bring so much money, and both of them looked at each other in embarrassment.

But Lao Zhang even said sarcastic words, "There are cheaper ones, so you can only make do with glass."

Fan Wubing touched his pocket, took out a bill and handed it to Lao Zhang.

"Oh! Dao Le'er-" Lao Zhang took the colorful bill and looked carefully in front of him, and then asked with some beggar, "Brother, your version is good, a high-quality imitation, right? Can you introduce the business? How about I'll give you 20% off these three brands?"

"I'll tell you, a bad-hearted donkey!" Fan Wubing scolded in a angrily manner, "Have you seen the US dollar?! Open your eyes and take a closer look. Which version is this?!"

Old Zhang was stunned for a moment and thought to himself that this person was introduced by a regular customer? Otherwise, he shouldn't have known my nickname! He has been in this industry for several years and has come into contact with many people, but there are not many people who can call him Zhang Maofu, and he can count it with both hands. So he asked tentatively, "I forgot my nature, who are you from?"

Fan Wubing shook his head and said, "It's useless to inquire about my details. Let's do this job first. I will have a big business to take care of you later. Whether it will be successful depends on your skills."

"What can I do if I can succeed? Lao Zhang's craftsmanship is naturally great." Lao Zhang calmly put the hundred dollar bills into his arms, and then he tricked out a complete set of equipment from the pile of debris, but he didn't know where to pull out three pieces of crystal glass, and then started construction.

A sound of machine grinding came from the room immediately, which was very harsh.

Fan Wubing, Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei retreated to the outer room to see the collections that Lao Zhang placed casually.

It is said to be a collectible, but in fact there are many types and the styles are messy. You should know that there are everything on street stalls in Beijing. If you are not an expert, you can't tell it at all.

However, when the two girls got together, they naturally liked to discuss the shiny things, such as mutton fat jade pendants, crystal ornaments, or bead chains, etc., and they forgot the time as soon as they talked about it.

Fan Wubing thought to himself that women are indeed relatives to the dragon, and they are both interested in shiny things.

Looking at the room full of things, Fan Wubing remembered the story of knowing Zhang Maolu.

In fact, Zhang Maolu is just a teenager older than Fan Wubing. However, he has been learning craftsmanship with his master since he was a child and has never been to school. Many things are taught step by step. However, others are smart and wise. They are considered a top expert in this industry. However, most people naturally don’t know it and just think he is just a street stall to make a living.

If Fan Wubing had not been to Lao Zhang's door with a friend for a matter, he would not have known that such a hidden master lived in the alley in Beijing. At that time, Lao Zhang's assets were worth tens of millions.

Fan Wubing glanced around the house a few times and saw a lot of things, including white jade from the Han Dynasty, porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, official kiln porcelain from the Song Dynasty, some pots, pots, and many lacquerware.

After a while, the noise inside finally stopped. Old Zhang walked out of the house, grabbed three crystal medals in his hand, and said to the three of them, "Look at the goods first? What's wrong with it?"

Although he said that, he looked very confident in his expression and tone.

Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei carefully looked at the three medals over and over again, and said in surprise, "Wow! It's done well, exactly the same as those in the past!"

Lao Zhang said arrogantly, "Of course there is no problem. But you are too rampant to fake it. The medals in this movie can be made casually? In a year, you can only give it a few pieces. It's okay for you to fool ordinary people. Experts will know it's fake at a glance! Don't say that I haven't reminded you. If something goes wrong, don't say that my skills are not good!"

Fan Wubing knew that Lao Zhang was kind, but these medals were indeed genuine, but they were just broken. The relevant certificates are still placed in the company's archives showroom. Of course, there is no need to worry that anyone would suspect that this is a fake.

"You guys are optimistic and you can leave. I'm still waiting to close the stall here." Lao Zhang had already started packing up his things and was about to chase people away.

"Bring it-" Fan Wubing smiled slightly and reached out to Lao Zhang and said.

"What?" Lao Zhang's eyes rolled around and asked in surprise.

"What is the price comparison between US dollar and RMB? And what you said is 50% off-" Fan Wubing reminded.

Now the price comparison between RMB and US dollar is usually 10 to 1 on the black market. In this way, Fan Wubing's 100 US dollars is about 1,000 yuan. In addition, Lao Zhang just shouted 50% off, Fan Wubing certainly had to argue with him.

In fact, if you make such a three-yuan brand, the cost is only twenty yuan. Fan Wubing is willing to give him 250 yuan, which means he is so ugly.

Sure enough, Old Zhang immediately complained, "Oh my God! Look at my nest, how can I find a hundred yuan? I think you are a big shot, can you give me one hundred yuan? Is it okay to give me one hundred or eighty yuan?"

Fan Wubing shook his head and said, "That's not what we say. We are clearly marking the price and spending reasonably. Besides, I can hear a sound if I throw it into the water for a few hundred yuan. You just take it without saying a word. What's the matter? My friend on Dao'er heard that, and you can't laugh at me for 25 years!?"

Lao Zhang replied with a bitter face, "But you can't give me a 2500-year-old. Isn't this a shameful person? Otherwise, how about you pick one of the things in my house? After all, these are antiques. The value depends on your luck!"

Fan Wubing looked at Lao Zhang seriously, then smiled, "Don't use fakes to fool me. I don't know these. They are mostly fakes you dressed up at night. I'm not Yang Gu!"

"The conscience of heaven and earth!" Lao Zhang suddenly cried out, "It's good to have fake ones, but you can't kill them with just one stick. Why are these things not worth hundreds of dollars when you get them outside?"

"Anything is done?" Fan Wubing asked again.

"Just take the initiative, I'm never vague about this matter." Old Zhang replied calmly, thinking that I don't have any real thing here anyway, so you can take whatever you like.

Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei both surrounded him. One of them held a Yushanzi and the other grabbed an ivory pen holder for Fan Wubing to refer to it.

Fan Wubing smiled, shook his head, and then walked directly to the place where Lao Zhang had just churned. There was a small mahogany box containing more than ten kinds of carving knives. He picked up the box, put it in his arms, and then said to the two girls, "Let's go, go home!"

Old Zhang suddenly became anxious. Now he knew that the person in front of him was an expert, but he said it himself and could not rob him. He could only plead with Fan Wubing's sleeve and begged, "Little brother, brother, I beg you, this is my life for dinner. You wouldn't have come to tear my signature? A lower-ranking person like me is everywhere in Beijing. I will never offend you! You are good, please give me your best, forget it!"

"You said this casual words." Fan Wubing said lightly.

Fan Wubing had seen that set of tools before he was reborn, and he heard Zhang Maolu brag about what it was a treasure passed down by his ancestors. His exquisite craftsmanship is one aspect, but the material and design of this set of tools are also an important reason why he is invincible. Just because of this set of tools, if someone pays one million to buy one, he will never give up his skills. After all, this thing is his tool for living a living world, how can he be sold?

You can smash anything, but you can't smash your own golden rice bowl! People who come out to live a life are even more concerned about this.

Lao Zhang felt a little aware of the reaction. The big boy in front of him was not an idle person, so he clasped his fists and said, "I used to be a brother who was clumsy and didn't know the true appearance of the guest. If there was anything to give me, please just tell me."

Fan Wubing smiled and said, "You don't have to be too careful. I'm really here to build a brand, but I just have some ideas and a business that wants to take care of you. If you have an annual salary of one million, will you succeed with me for two years?"

"I can't afford to commit illegal things." When Lao Zhang heard the other party's momentum, he knew that he would definitely not agree to this matter, so he made a request very weakly.

"Where I think of it, it's all serious business, and I have to use your skillful hands." Fan Wubing took out a business card from his pocket, but when he saw it, he found that it was his contact information in the United States, so he took out a pen, wrote the contact information on it, and handed it to Lao Zhang, and instructed, "It's really a serious business, but the profit is very big. Don't think wrongly. I'll wait for you for three days, I'll forget it if I don't come."

After saying that, Fan Wubing threw the tool down to Lao Zhang and then took Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei away.

Lao Zhang took the business card left by Fan Wubing for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. Then he realized, "Hey! These two girls actually took away all my things!"

It turned out that Feng Nan and Ouyang Xiaowei took away the Yushanzi and the ivory pen holder under Fan Wubing's pull.

"Today's business is really a big loss!" Old Zhang shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the business card in his hand, and said to himself, "Go and see? It probably won't be a bad thing! Today's losses must be regained!"

Lao Zhang put his business card in his pocket, then turned off the lights, closed the door and left.
Chapter completed!