"That's right. In the past ten years, with the development of our country's economy, antique collecting has become more and more popular. Especially with the launch of the treasure appraisal column of CCTV last year, collecting has become a hot topic in society. I want to make a topic about this.

, I’m just here to collect materials today. Can I delay you for a while and ask you a favor? "

As soon as the girl's face relaxed, Guan Gong looked like Diao Chan. Chang Xian had never seen a pair of eyes that changed a person's style so much.

Also, if Mr. Guan is doing an interview, what will the news scene look like?

I dare not imagine, I dare not imagine.

“Collection Series Report?”

"Yes."

"Delay me for a while?"

"Yes."

"Let me help?"

"Yes."

"no."

Chang Xian closed his eyes and saw the beautiful woman standing beside him, standing still.

Reporter Zheng Da actually didn't get angry. There was a look of surprise in his eyes, as if this kind of rejection was rare.

Chang Xian with his eyes closed said leisurely: "Don't ask me why, and I won't ask you why. There are more than 140 shops and a thousand stall owners passing by along the way, all of them are veterans in the industry.

, are all better than me. I wish you will receive the Taofen Journalism Award as soon as possible."

He cupped his hands in vain, but still didn't open his eyes.

"Boss Chang, how do you sell this cane? Do you have any explanation?"

Zheng Mang rolled his eyes, thinking that the Taofen Journalism Award was so easy to win.

"Don't ask, it will be a sky-high price."

"Let's not talk about the sky-high price. Otherwise, I'll buy something from you. Oh, no, I'll buy half of the stuff in your stall. How about you accompany me to complete the interview this morning?"

Although reporter Zheng Da was a bit amateur in the interview, he was not an embroidered pillow. He knew Chang Xian's intention after a while, but Chang Xian's knife to cut off the big head was quite kind, so she was not afraid.

"This can be done."

Chang Xian finally opened his eyes, and one of the three philosophical questions was solved.

Zheng Mang was not in a hurry to choose the items. He smiled before saying anything: "Are you antique businessmen so profit-seeking and greedy?"

This sister really can't speak.

It’s only been a while now, and I’ve already received a lot of comments like this. Well, I have the potential to go to a focus interview.

Not afraid of getting beaten.

Chang Xian shook his head and said: "Reporter Zheng, your logic is wrong. In essence, this is to seek political power in your position and be loyal to your duties. For example, if you are a reporter, what is the biggest pursuit of a reporter? It is to dig out social pain points.

To achieve the effect of breaking news. And I am a businessman in the antique business. It is my job to promote good antiques to the society and maximize profits. This has nothing to do with greed or not. The key point is to think about it after making money.

What to do."

"Oh? What's your opinion?"

Zheng Mang heard this interestingly and actually took out his notebook and prepared to record it.

Chang Xian stood up, reached out to Zheng Mang and borrowed the pen and paper, and with a little concentration, he drew a triangle on the paper, and then drew two lines inside the triangle, dividing the triangle into three parts to form a pyramid.

"Any healthy development industry we are engaged in is a pyramid. From a macro perspective, it can be divided into three parts. The bottom part is a state of struggle to survive. They cannot make much money, but the base number

To put it bluntly, such businessmen don’t understand the timing, don’t understand trends, and don’t know how to stop losses. They are fools and cannon fodder, and have no value for discussion.”

"The middle part is the middle force. They are the leaders in the industry and make money. But these businessmen often make money for the sake of making money. These businessmen make money just to satisfy their own selfish desires. They are called mediocre people. According to the Law of the Lid,

I predict that their ceiling won’t be that high.”

Chang Xian's pen wrote the word "head" on the top layer of the golden letter: "Only a very small number of leading companies really occupy the ceiling of the industry. Such companies can stand high and have a long-term view and become the rules of the industry."

Maker, leader and judge.”

Chang Xian wrote the word "mission" heavily on the back of his head: "The reason why they can become a leading company is because they have a sense of mission. After they make money, they will feed back to society, benefit the country, and revitalize the nation."

, such talents are elites."

Zheng Mang was a little confused. What was she here for today? Did she go to the wrong place? Which professor's class is this?

"Making money? This is just the instinct of a businessman, just like people can eat and reproduce. What is there to say? How to shoulder the mission of a descendant of China and the mission of a national citizen is what we need to think about."

Chang Xian put down his pen and said, "Without high admission fees, there would be no ever-lasting Forbidden City; without high profits, there would be no time-honored Rongbaozhai; without Zhang Zhenfang's Salt Bank, there would be no collector Zhang Boju!"

"Aspirations should be set high, and interests should also be set high!"

It was not that Zheng Mang had never seen articulate businessmen and politicians who could speak well, but in such a bustling place, listening to such a eloquent talk from a peddler selling pulp, it was strange that he didn't feel any violation. It really broke through his own imagination.

Cognition.

She shook her head vigorously and saw a calm smiling face: "That old devil Inamori Kazuo's theory is still very useful for reference. You can take a look."

"Can I understand that this is the reason why you only wanted that big head for 30,000 yuan, even though you could have asked for it for 100,000 yuan?"

"Money is a good thing. Everyone wants it. There is endless money in the world, but after all, there are only two kinds. One belongs to me and the other belongs to others. I dare not ask for other people's money, and others do not want my money.

Don't stare..."

Chang Xian yawned and went to the newsstand opposite to buy two bottles of water and said, "There are only two things. I suggest you choose the bamboo stick."

"Why?"

“Bamboo sticks are a little more expensive.”

The bamboo stick was lying alone on the raincloth, enjoying a huge space of two square meters to itself, across the river from the small can.

The bamboo stick is about 70 centimeters high and just about the thickness of a palm. The bamboo joints are sparse and dotted with purple spots like tear stains. The most peculiar thing is that the bamboo surface of each joint is slightly raised, like the face of a Buddha.

A bamboo stick is divided into five sections, which are five Buddha faces. At first glance, it looks ordinary, but upon closer inspection, it is actually an exquisite and strange object.
Chapter completed!