"Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang, you are here." Hua Zhao greeted the two of them with a smile.

Her name is quite strange. No one in the capital had ever called her that before. It all started with Hua Zhao.

It sounds like they are respected, but not too high-profile to make people feel embarrassed. Considering their age, it's just right.

"The little flower is here." The older Mr. Li said with a smile.

Calling him that way seems a bit too close, as the relationship between the two is not that close.

But there is no other way. Who asked Hua Zhao to be named Hua? If his surname was anything else, like Xiao Li, Xiao Zhang, or Xiao Wang, it would sound normal.

My last name is Hua, and when I say "Little Hua", I become intimate with her inexplicably.

Fortunately, Mr. Li has dealt with Hua Zhao many times, and given his age, a young man would not dare to call him that.

Even people with few contacts didn’t dare. For example, Mr. Zhang next to him smiled and called Mrs. Ye.

Hua Zhao doesn't mind others giving her her husband's surname and calling her Mrs. Ye. She thinks it sounds better than Mrs. Hua...

A few people exchanged casual greetings about the weather and then got down to business.

Hua Zhao looked at the things on the table, 6 picture albums and 4 books.

Mr. Wang, who is a teacher, his favorite collection is calligraphy and painting.

Hua Zhao looked at several paintings, but his mind was actually sensing a ring on his hand.

She had previously obtained a ring with strange energy in Country M, but she had never discovered its use.

She already has a lot of strange jewelry like this in her hands, including pendants, brooches, bracelets, and rings. She carries them all with her.

The purpose of the ring was not clearly revealed, but Hua Zhao felt that it might have something to do with luck.

Occasionally, the energy of the ring would be very strange. Hua Zhao followed the energy and made several choices. In the end, he found that he was "very lucky" and his previous choices were all correct.

Now the energy of the ring is active again.

When her hand falls on different paintings, the energy intensity is different.

This means that the value of these paintings is strong or weak.

Hua Zhao is very strange. Can a ring be used to identify antiques? Do you still know the value of antiques?

But luck and superpowers are something she can't understand, so she can't take it seriously and just follow her feelings!

It was also the first time for Hua Zhao to see these collections of Mr. Wang's paintings. She put on gloves and gently clicked on the last one.

"Old man, I don't like this picture." Hua Zhao said.

Not good is a euphemism, but it actually means that she thinks the painting is fake.

"Huh?" The other three people looked over.

"No way, this painting has been in my hands for 50 years! I collected it in the early days." Mr. Wang was a little excited.

This painting is worth a lot of money. When he bought it, it cost him 500 oceans.

In that war-torn era, antiques were not valuable at all. What was bought for 500 silver dollars at that time was worth 50,000 or even more in peace and prosperity.

Mr. Li and Mr. Zhang just made an appraisal, and the current value of this painting is more than 100,000.

But Hua Zhao said it was false.

The three of them all held magnifying glasses and leaned over the painting to take a closer look.

Hua Zhao's hand wandered over the painting, and finally he pointed out a few locations: "These places."

With the specific prompts, several people compared it, and they had to admit that Hua Zhao was right, there was something wrong with this painting.

"Hey." Mr. Wang sighed: "I took this from a good friend. Later he moved and we lost contact..."

Before, I only thought it was due to the war, but now that I think about it, that may not be the case.

This made him sadder than losing 500 yuan.

"Although it is a fake, it is also an imitation of a long time ago, and it is so realistic that it is also very valuable." Hua Zhao said, "I am willing to pay 10,000."

As she said, not all fakes are worthless.

It's just a print, it's worth some money, it's just a matter of how much.

Mr. Wang is very open-minded. He no longer cares about money. He will not take it with him if he lives or dies.

Hearing Hua Zhao's words, he immediately smiled: "Okay, I got my money back! I also made a profit."

500 yuan, according to the current value of silver dollars purchased by banks, it is more than 2,500 yuan.

Hua Zhao paid 10,000, and he earned more than 7,000.

Of course, that’s not how the accounts are calculated, but if you’re happy, let’s just forget it!

Several other paintings are authentic works by celebrities and are worth tens of thousands or more.

Of course, it is not an authentic work handed down from generation to generation. When paintings and calligraphy were not so valuable and antiques were not completely popular, tens of thousands was already the ceiling price.

If you want to sell tens of millions, you have to wait 30 years.

Hua Zhao can afford to wait.

She took out her camera, took photos of each painting carefully, and wrote the acquisition agreement, clearly stating the value of each painting.

This is Hua Zhao's consistent style to prevent anyone from suddenly coming out and saying that she "accepted bribes."

For example, someone sold her a painting worth 100,000 yuan and said it was a replica bought for 10 yuan. This is a disguised gift.

In order to prevent others from causing trouble, Hua Zhao framed her, so he recorded all these collections clearly.

As for the things that others didn’t know before, let them never know.

Hua Zhao returned home with a full load and collected several paintings and books.

At noon, she met several people recommended by her nanny, and finally selected a woman in her 40s who looked neat and tidy.

She has also tasted the food cooked by women. It is better than ordinary people's cooking. Mr. Wang should be satisfied.

As for whether the temperament was suitable, she didn't have time to test it. She let Mr. Wang see for himself and change it if it wasn't suitable.

Hua Zhao took the person to Mr. Wang to see.

Mr. Wang has a few friends at home, and they are having an antique exchange meeting.

He doesn't want to sell all the antiques. He's not dead yet, he still wants to play with them.

He also figured it out. He was already so old, he only had a few years to live, and his children were not filial, so he should live as happily as he could.

When he dies with this money, these things will definitely be taken care of!

When he saw the person Hua Zhao brought, Mr. Wang was very satisfied at first sight. He was neither fat nor thin, with a kind face and rough hands. He looked like a working man.

"Sorry to trouble you." Mr. Wang didn't say much, but he really accepted Hua Zhao's affection in his heart.

"If you are not satisfied, just call home and replace him immediately." Hua Zhao said.

This sentence is also meant for nannies. Don’t think that she can bully her as she wants because she has no relatives and is an old man living alone. Her children are not filial!

Mr. Wang smiled and said: "Okay, I understand, don't worry."

"Uncle Wang and the others, have they called you?" Hua Zhao couldn't help but ask.

She didn't want to mention it, but she wanted to know the lower limit of those people.

The smile on Mr. Wang's face faded and he shook his head: "No."

Logically speaking, his house was sold yesterday, and the children had agreed to take turns taking care of themselves in old age, so they should have gone to live in the old man's house last night.

As a result, he didn't go for a whole night, and the other party didn't even know to call or come over to look for it!
Chapter completed!