21: Chapter 21 Han Deming_1 21: Chapter 21 Han Deming_1 Editor: Henyee Translations It’s Monday again.
Shen Dong saw that the rise in egg futures was almost over, so he closed his positions.
Even if it went up again, it would need so ti to adjust.
Because the avian flu situation was serious, the rise in egg futures turned out better than imagined.
In just one week, the uptrend had reached fifty percent.
This ti, Shen Dong had invested twelve million and earned sixty million.
“So exhilarating, a few more bouts like this, and I’ll beco a billionaire.”
Shen Dong’s smile was so wide it was almost crooked.
He looked at other futures but found no opportune entry points, so he held off on making any trades.
After all, earning around seventy million in two weeks was enough, and he could take a break for now.
Plus, he had decided to visit An City tomorrow to check out the artifact appraisal conference hosted by An City TV Station and wouldn’t have ti for day trading.
Evening.
After washing up, Shen Dong and Chen Yuyan lay in bed.
“Honey, there’s an artifact appraisal conference in An City tomorrow, and I’d like to go,” Shen Dong said.
“Artifact appraisal conference?
Are you talking about the one hosted by An City TV Station?”
An City TV Station had been heavily promoting the artifact appraisal conference, which had beco hot news recently, and Chen Yuyan had seen it.
“Yes, it’s that artifact appraisal conference,” Shen Dong nodded.
“What do you want to go there for?” Chen Yuyan asked curiously.
“To see if I can pick up any bargains,” Shen Dong replied with a laugh.
“It’s not that easy to find a bargain,” Chen Yuyan rolled her eyes in disbelief.
“I’m just going for the experience, to see the world.
Do you want to co with ?
We can treat it like a trip,” Shen Dong asked.
Chen Yuyan was tempted, as they had not traveled together before.
However, thinking of her busy work schedule and the difficulty of asking for leave, she regretfully said, “No, I can’t, I have a lot of work at the bank, and it’s not a good ti to take ti off.”
“Then I’ll have to go alone,” Shen Dong said.
“How long will you be gone, when will you be back?” Chen Yuyan asked.
“If all goes well, I’ll be back the sa day.
If sothing cos up, I’ll return the day after.
It depends on the situation,” Shen Dong mused.
He wasn’t sure of the specifics, and finding Wu Feng wasn’t going to be easy.
His goal was to purchase the artwork that Zhao Anhua had deliberately appraised as a fake from Wu Feng.
The artifact appraisal conference lasted two days, and whether or not he found what he was looking for, he planned to go tomorrow and return the day after.
“Okay, it’s better if you can co back the sa day.
I want you to be with every day,” Chen Yuyan said sweetly.
“Hmm, I’ll try to co back the sa day,” Shen Dong nodded.
“And, no fooling around with other won when you’re out,” Chen Yuyan warned.
“You know , I’m not that kind of guy,” Shen Dong said with a smile.
“You may not be that kind of guy, but you’re handso, who knows if other won will throw themselves at you,” Chen Yuyan pouted.
“I promise, even if won throw themselves at , I’ll dodge.
I won’t let them get close.
Happy now?” Shen Dong laughed.
“That’s more like it.
Rember your promise, or I won’t let you off the hook if I find out,” Chen Yuyan shook her tiny fist playfully.
“Don’t worry,” Shen Dong said with a smile.
“Since you might not be back tomorrow, you’ll have to put in so effort tonight,” Chen Yuyan teased, batting her eyelashes.
“Effort in what?” Shen Dong was montarily confused.
“What do you think?” Chen Yuyan asked coyly, batting her eyes again.
“All right, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied,” Shen Dong kissed Chen Yuyan’s red lips, pressing her beneath him.
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Tuesday.
Shen Dong headed to the high-speed train station and took the train to An City.
It only took an hour to travel from Hai City to An City by high-speed train.
Upon arriving in An City, he stepped out of the train station.
Just as he was about to hail a cab to the hotel he had booked,
a middle-aged man carrying a business trip bag was bumped by soone in a hurry, causing the bag to fall to the ground.
“How can you be so careless when walking?” The middle-aged man’s face changed dramatically.
“I’m so sorry, I’m really in a rush,” the hurried person stopped and quickly apologized.
“Don’t go yet, I need to check if anything in the bag is broken.
If it is, you’ll need to compensate.”
The middle-aged man opened his carry-on bag and took out a small box.
He opened the box to reveal a small teapot.
“Thank goodness it’s not broken, you can go,” the middle-aged man said, relieved to see the teapot was intact, and waved the hurried person away.
“This is a Ming Dynasty Jiajing Period teapot!”
At that mont, an exclamation resounded in the middle-aged man’s ears.
“Huh?” The middle-aged man was taken aback, turned his head to look at Shen Dong who had exclaid in surprise, and asked with full curiosity, “Young man, can you tell this is a teapot from the Ming Dynasty Jiajing Period?”
“I can tell,” Shen Dong’s expression returned to normal, and he nodded.
Just now, the instant he saw the teapot, basic information about it flashed through his mind, prompting the exclamation in his surprise.
Since the middle-aged man had asked, he naturally wouldn’t deny it.
“Young man, I didn’t expect soone your age to have such keen eyesight.
You must be a disciple of so famous collector,” the middle-aged man inquired.
“No, I just like antiques, and I often stroll through Antique Street.
I’ve seen quite a few and developed a bit of an eye for them,” Shen Dong bluffed.
“It seems you have a real talent in this area, to be able to develop such an ability to recognize the age of antiques just by looking at them.
That’s quite remarkable,” the middle-aged man remarked.
“You flatter ,” Shen Dong replied with a modest smile.
“Young man, my na is Han Deming.
I work for Jiecheng Auction.
If you have antiques to auction, you can contact ,” the middle-aged man handed Shen Dong a business card.
“Sure,” Shen Dong looked at the business card and was inwardly startled.
He hadn’t expected that this middle-aged man was a deputy manager at Jiecheng Auction House, a proper executive.
“Mr.
Han, my na is Shen Dong.
Sorry, I don’t have a business card, but I will contact you if I have any antiques to sell,” Shen Dong said apologetically.
“No problem, just tell your phone number, and I’ll save it,” Han Deming took out his mobile phone.
Han Deming wanted to establish contacts with Shen Dong, given his sharp eye.
Shen Dong naturally had no objections, recited his own phone number, and saved Han Deming’s number in his phone’s contacts.
Doing so was a way to show respect to Han Deming.
“Mr.
Shen, please don’t call Mr.
Han.
If you don’t mind, just call ‘brother.’ If you have any antiques to sell, just give a call,” Han Deming said.
“Sure, Mr.
Han,” Shen Dong nodded.
He quite liked Han Deming’s temperant.
Even without any antiques to sell, making friends with soone like him seed like a good move.
“Let’s be in touch.
I have to go now,” Han Deming greeted and then got into a rcedes-Benz sedan.
This was a car sent by the An City branch of Jiecheng Auction to pick him up.
Being the deputy manager from the headquarters, he had co to An City to inspect the branch’s operations and incidentally to bring this little teapot for auction.
The item was consigned by a friend for the evening’s auction event.
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