Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

After spending a pleasant weekend with Yuan Qianyun, Lin Ran cheered up and devoted himself to his new job.

While writing a business plan for the auction house, Zheng Xueming came to the store.

He saw Lin Ran writing furiously and said with a smile, "Brother Lin, are you busy with Master Chen's affairs?"

"Well." Lin Ran just took a rest, rubbed his temples, and stood up to welcome Zheng Xueming: "Brother Zheng, why are you free to come to my store today?"

And I didn’t come with Chen Qi, which felt a little strange.

Zheng Xueming smiled and said: "I'm not here today for the auction house."

Hearing what Zheng Xueming said, Lin Ran nodded and motioned for him to take a seat.

Zheng Xueming looked distressed. He didn't know how to speak. Seeing this, Lin Ran asked, "Brother Zheng, has Tianlexing encountered any problems?"

"Exactly." Zheng Xueming quickly responded. He didn't know how to start.

After all, as the owner of an antique shop, he had to ask Lin Ran, who was younger than himself, for advice, which was a bit embarrassing in terms of face.

Lin Ran smiled slightly, "Brother Zheng, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. Aren't we friends?"

Seeing Lin Ran being so sincere, Zheng Xueming felt relieved.

Said: "Brother Lin, since Shengshi Craftsmanship has made money, there are suddenly many antique shops and specialty shops in the capital."

Lin Ran nodded, of course he knew this.

Once a profitable industry comes out, businessmen will jump into it.

He had been prepared for it because the level of artifact production in their store was unique.

Several relatively large-scale cultural and entertainment store owners have wanted to cooperate with him and open specialty product stores together, but he has rejected them all.

"There is a store next to Tianlexing called Linlang Wenwan."

Lin Ran had also heard the name of Linlang Wenwan. He was the richest person among the several Wenwan store owners who approached him to discuss cooperation.

He remembers it deeply mainly because its store name has some homophones with his own name.

"The market is big now, but business is getting harder and harder. Those of us who are serious about selling antiques can't compare to those who sell nonsense."

Lin Ran didn't dare to answer the question, because strictly speaking, his handicraft shop was a fool's errand.

But he also believed that Zheng Xueming was not a person who would give in easily, so he listened patiently to him.

"Of course, they are not selling handicrafts, but Tibetan cultural relics!"

Hearing this, Lin Ran was shocked.

Tibetan cultural relics?In the past, when Tenzin Ouzhu set up a stall in Panjiayuan, the capital, people had little interest.

Why is it suddenly so popular now?

"How is the business?" Lin Ran asked. He thought of the enthusiastic woman on the prairie. There was a Dzi bead craftsman in her tribe, and he originally planned to poach her.

I left her a phone number, but she has not contacted me. Unless I go to Tibetan areas next time, it will be difficult to cooperate.

"You can come with me and have a look." Zheng Xueming felt that his description was unclear, "I wonder if Brother Lin is free today?"

Lin Ran took a look at the project plan. He was halfway through writing it. There were still many details to polish, but he was not in a hurry and said, "I have time."

Sitting in Zheng Xueming's car, they arrived at Tianlexing.

Originally, Tianlexing had a steady stream of customers because they were the most reasonably priced antique store in the capital.

But today it seemed particularly deserted. On the contrary, shouts outside could be heard from a long distance away.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. It's a secret treasure of Buddhism and you're looking for the right person. Don't miss the opportunity and don't come back again!"

Apparently he had recorded this passage with a tape recorder and kept repeating it.

They came to Linlang Wenwan on the corner of the street. The store was so crowded that it was not easy to get in.

In the shop, I saw a man wearing lama clothes, standing on the table, using a loudspeaker to explain the products in his shop.

He was holding a dzi bead in his hand, strung with a black rope, which looked very dazzling.

In this era, very few people know about Dzi beads, but those who know their value tend to flock to them.

Because only those that have been blessed by eminent monks are Dzi beads, and the others are ordinary stones.

"This is Long Zhao, the boss of Linlang Wenwan." Zheng Xueming looked on from the audience.

He was not a person who would be jealous of other people's good business. He must have had his thoughts in bringing Lin Ran here.

Although the man was wearing lama's clothes, he spoke fluent Chinese, and judging from his body shape, he was a bit fat.

After being reminded by Zheng Xueming, I realized that it was the boss who personally performed the role play. He was able to work so hard. No wonder the business in the store was good.

Just listen to Long Zhao holding a loudspeaker and saying: "Dzi beads are the secret treasures of Tibetan Buddhism. In Tibetan areas, they are considered to be magic weapons to ward off evil spirits. They have been consecrated by living Buddhas and have mysterious power. They can absorb the energy of the universe. As long as you If you keep wearing it, you can strengthen your body, be immune to all poisons, and even help you improve your physical condition."

The way he spoke reminded Lin Ran of the health product salesmen of later generations, and the direction of his bragging was exactly the same.

Moreover, as expected, the majority of people listening in the audience were elderly people.

"Can this thing really cure diseases?" asked an old man who looked very thin.

"Old sir, you asked a good question." He picked up the Dzi beads, showed them to everyone, and said, "Dzi beads are a special substance that can change the magnetic field around the wearer. What about this magnetic field? It will absorb heavy metal elements from the human body and achieve the effect of cleaning the body's dirt. "

There was some truth in what he said at the beginning, but it was completely nonsense later on.

What's even more outrageous is that the customers in the audience widened their eyes at what he said, with some trust and some suspicion.

"I have imported a batch of Dzi beads from Tibetan areas, and now I am taking them out to give back to my neighbors. That's all in total. Once sold out, they will be gone." Long said shamelessly.

"As for those who have doubts in the audience, you can go back and check for yourself. I am not just talking nonsense, but it is well-documented. Do you know Li Jiaren, the richest man in Hong Kong City? He always wears dzi beads."

"We also have their photos in our store. If you are interested, you can see for yourself. Their Dzi beads were all bought from me."

Everyone was in an uproar and poured into the store.

Lin Ran also followed the crowd and squeezed in.

There are boxes after boxes of Dzi beads placed on the counter of the store, which look extremely exquisite.

Moreover, next to the box, there are some photos.

"This is too fake." Lin Ran was a little confused looking at the photo. There was no PS now. How did the boss put himself together with these celebrities?

But Lin Ran knew very well that Li Jiaren could barely believe it when he said he was wearing Dzi Beads. How could President Erica now be wearing this thing? She didn't believe in Buddhism at all.

There is no doubt that the owner of this store has a problem, and it is a big problem.