Gao Leng walked out of the meeting room and returned to his office. Lao Diao followed in and lay down on the sofa as soon as he entered the door. Although he only had two meetings with him, the brainstorming was really hard. Although his body recovered, he could be troubled. It only lasted a hundred days to move the bones. Such a catastrophe crushed Lao Diao's physical strength in the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest. Fortunately, his courage was increasing day by day.

Outside, Lao Diao maintained that kind of aura, so that the people underneath would have the confidence to follow him. Once he arrived at the office, he and Gao Leng belonged to his own family. He immediately removed the vanity and collapsed on the sofa.

"Old Mr. Shanqiu's fan, is it in stock now?" Gao Leng asked.

"There are two of them, and the others are in his shop. Although he is now our contracted craftsman, he still opened his own shop. Two of them were brought here when we were discussing cooperation. He said he would give it to you as a gift." Lao Diao pointed his finger at one of the drawers in the office.

"President Jane put it in the drawer. One of them costs more than 100,000 yuan. This old man heard that you want to promote the Su fan, but also to the world. I am very grateful. It is one of their town's treasures."

Gao Leng walked over and couldn't help laughing.

Xiaodan, the wealthy lady, had a fan of more than 100,000, and she was struggling to lock it with a lock, and it took a long time for Gao Leng to find the key before opening it. There are two sandalwood boxes lying quietly in the drawer, exuding a long and ancient wood fragrance. Open one of the fans and hold it in your hand to feel the difference.

Gao Leng’s impression of the fan has always been in the big pu fan held by his mother when he was a child. The sound of summer cicadas and flying mosquitoes were driven away by his mother’s big pu fan, making Gao Leng’s memories of the fan always accompanied by his childhood. of.

When he was a child, he took the pu fan and slapped it, which was very heavy.

After that, the fan was the kind of big fan I used to play. According to Mr. Shanqiu, a fan as big as 180 degrees was used by actors in the past, and it dances beautifully.

Whether it is a pu fan or a daily fan, there is nothing to say about the hand feeling or the hand feeling, the craftsmanship is not the craft, the function is the fan.

The first Su fan that can be opened, the moment you open it and hold it in your hand, it feels different. The bones of the fan are like jade, not like bamboo or wood to the touch. It feels like jade and has a very comfortable touch. With a slight coolness.

Swish open.

The voice is almost like a natural sound.

Involuntarily, Gao Leng stood up straight and slapped him like an ancient literati. This one felt different.

"Oh, this fan is indeed..." Gao Leng was stunned by the fan, and he slapped it twice.

"Old man, try it, it's really different." Gao Leng has seen a lot of good things that can make him so interested. It can be seen that this product is extraordinary, and such a thing of only 100,000 yuan makes Mr. Gao was so shocked, it can be seen that the universe is extraordinary.

Lao Diao walked over quickly: "A fan, so..."

One fan.

"Oh, this...this thing..." Lao Diao's eyes widened.

"This thing, the fan is very small, why is the wind so big?" Lao Diao closed the fan and opened it again: "This wood is good, I see a lot of good wood, this fan bone is not the same as jade. Surprisingly, the Buddha beads have been used for a long time. But such a small fan, such a big fan...this..."

Gao Leng took the fan and fanned it.

A good fan has to be held in your hand to know its goodness. Compared with other fans he has used, this fan hardly needs any strength from your hand. You can feel the breeze when you shake it lightly.

"Ergonomics, this is ergonomics, right? This fan is just like knowing my hand. It doesn't take much effort to fan. Tell me, what modern craftsmanship is not modern craftsmanship, or the craftsmanship of our ancestors!" Old hanging fine I took a closer look and sighed even more.

The other fan is drawn out, and the feel is the same. The difference is the painting of the fan. Gao Leng can't see the height of the painting. He just thinks one is older and one is newer.

There is an introduction booklet inside. The older fans are more than a hundred years old. The fan bones are made by Shanqiu's grandfather, and the fans have been replaced. They have a century-old patina so they feel more beautiful.

Gao Leng chose another new fan, which was made by Shanqiu himself. To be honest, these two fans are similar. The ones that are really expensive are antique ones. These are all new works, plus the paintings on the fans. It is not painted by a top artist, so the price of 100,000 yuan is very reasonable.

"Boss, this thing is good, but the painter we hired is not well-known in the world, how can I sell this fan? If a great painter paints on top, then this fan must be expensive..." Lao Diao was very sorry. Sighed and shook the fan in his hand.

Fans are good fans, but the times have changed. Now that no one plays fans, the fans themselves are difficult to sell at high prices. After all, they are not antiques, but new fans. In China, new fans sell at most two or three hundred thousand. Unless there are major painters and writers, obviously, among the people signed by the Star Group, except for the Qi painters who paint landscapes, they are very famous in China, and the others are unknown juniors.

"We have to ask a top painter to paint on this fan, and this fan can instantly become expensive." Lao Diao suggested.

Internationally and domestically, there are such cases. A plain fan was sold for millions or even tens of millions because of an inscription by a poet or a painting by a painter.

"A famous painter draws a fan. It's okay to paint a fan occasionally, can one make a business? Will a really famous painter be willing to cooperate with us in painting this fan? We are not only selling one." Gao Leng asked back. Tao.

"That's true." The old hanging question was stunned.

It is impossible for a famous painter to paint you several fans, and the price of painting is too much. In today's market, the famous painters who have not painted on the fan are all paintings.

"Moreover, what we sell is fans. It is a work of art of fans, not paintings." Gao sneered, picked up the fan and went out: "I'm leaving."

"Fan to give people away?" Lao Diao is really sophisticated, he understood at a glance, he smiled and walked out: "I won't go back today, I will sleep in the office."

"You sleep in my office. I have a big sofa here." Gao Leng glanced at Old Diao.

"I'm used to sleeping." The old man closed the door of Gao Leng's office and waved his hand.

That’s the case. Gao Leng is a brother, but he has a sense of measure in his heart. He will not be boring just because Gao Leng is worthy of him. Sleeping in Gao Leng’s office is nothing, I’m afraid that other people in Starlight Group will see this and say that. It’s nothing to say that his old hanging is arrogant, for fear that some crazy talk will spread too much, and it will become the same as Master Gao. That’s not good.

Lao Hang is very principled in maintaining his high-cold status.

...

When it was almost ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived at the courtyard, Gao Leng knocked on the door. The old butler of Su Mansion opened the door with a smile. Seeing Gao Leng's coming, his eyes narrowed and his eyes narrowed and he bent over: "Hi, Mr. Gao."

"President Su, she invited me..."

"Susu and Hana are not here." The old butler smiled and shook his head.

"Huh? She said drinking in the courtyard house." Gao Leng was a little confused.

The old housekeeper pointed his finger at the next door...

High cold home...

"My house?" Gao Leng was taken aback.

The old housekeeper nodded with a smile, and lowered his voice near Gao Leng's ear, "She feels comfortable on your side. During your absence, she lives on your side every day... Don't tell her, head A few times, she was embarrassed and secretly passed by in the middle of the night. Later, after I discovered it once, she repeatedly explained that she could not tell others. So as long as her good friends came here, they would go to your side for a drink."

The old butler said happily, holding Gao Leng's shoulder affectionately: "The decoration on your side is exactly the same as the courtyard house she wants. It's amazing, she loves it so much."

It is decorated according to Su Su's idea, can it be different?

As he was talking, Gao Leng's call came.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Su Su's voice came over with some impatientness.

"I'm here." Gao Leng said.

"Oh, what..." Su Su paused: "Because I have a good bottle of wine on your side, I will bring Hana here..."

Su Su seemed embarrassed, and seemed to be looking for excuses, and his speech slowed down.

"Oh, Hana likes my courtyard house over there, so you know that you drink at my house, right?" Gao Leng asked.

"Yes...Yes, yes, yes..." Su Su's speech was quick this time.

Gao Leng entered the door of his quadrangle courtyard. The front yard was quiet. When he walked to the last yard and opened the door, he saw two goddesses in pajamas sitting there under the big tree in the yard, each with a drink. Wine, cheeks crimson. An oriental beauty, a Western beauty.

It's so beautiful.

"Welcome, welcome!" Gao Leng walked over quickly, reaching out his hand far away.

Su Su raised his head proudly, slightly raised his hand and raised his glass.

And Gao Leng strode forward and held Hana's hand with great enthusiasm: "It's an honor and honor for Hana to come to drink with me."

Su Su's face changed slightly.

After Gao Leng said hello to Hana, he looked at Su Su.

Su Su smiled and stretched out his hand again and raised his glass...

"I brought a gift." Unexpectedly, Gao Leng ignored her toast at all, but took out a rectangular box from a delicate bag.

"Old Mr. Shanqiu's Su fan." Su Su recognized the logo on the box at once.

"Do you know this old gentleman?" Gao Leng asked.

"I like their fans better. What I like most is their town store treasure, but it's a pity that the old man doesn't sell it..." Su Su instinctively reached out.

"Hana, this is a gift for you." Gao Leng handed the box to Hana's hand and said with a smile: "Such a fan is the treasure of the town shop in the mouth of President Su."

...

This is probably the first time that Su Su saw what he wanted was given to others in person.

I am afraid it is also the first time I have met a dog man without eyeballs, and he gave gifts to other women instead of her.

It was the first time I saw a horribly stupid pig man, who would miss her when giving gifts!

If you miss anyone, you will never miss her Su Su!

But the problem is that looking at Gao Leng's expression, it is not that it is missing, but that he has no intention of bringing her a gift.

"How embarrassing is this? President Su said that you can't buy the treasure of the town shop..." Although Hana doesn't understand fans, since President Su wants something, it must be a rare thing. She was a little surprised and very surprised. Happily took it over and looked at Gao Leng.

"A beautiful fan matches a beautiful woman, this fan should be yours." Gao Leng sat next to Hana.

Su Su was aside, his face really crooked.