"Well, I'll take these blue and white porcelain fragments back first. Please let me know when you get in touch with Mr. Hong."
Shen Qingqing said, ready to pick up the box.
But she is still carrying a handbag in her hand. If she holds the box, it's not easy to hold, and the box and debris are a little heavy.
"I'll do it! You help me with my clothes. " Jiang Fengming said lightly and handed Shen Qingqing the suit coat.
"Yes, thank you." Shen Qingqing didn't refuse his kindness.
After all, the box and debris were heavy. She was still wearing high heels. If she was not careful, she would fall again.
It's a small matter to fall her. If you break the blue and white porcelain pieces in the box, even if you really contact Mr. Hong, you can't go back to heaven.
The two men went downstairs and out of the hall.
"I'll take you home so late! Are you in a hospital or a cold house now? " Jiang Fengming asked.
"No, I'll just take a ride back. Give it to me!" Shen Qingqing then went to pick up the box in Jiang Fengming's arms.
But Jiang Fengming stepped back, and the meaning of avoiding was obvious.
"At this time, we are still in traffic jam. The taxi drivers are driving fiercely, one foot on the accelerator and one foot on the brake. When you get home, the debris will be even more broken." Jiang Fengming is considerate.
Shen Qingqing hesitated because Jiang Fengming was right. Even if she held the box in her arms, she could not stand the driver's one foot accelerator and one foot brake.
Just at this time, Jiang Fengming's mobile phone rang, but it was in his trouser pocket.
Put the box on the ground, Jiang Fengming took out his mobile phone and saw whether it was a strange call or a phone call.
"Hello, who?"
"Really? All right. When? "
Jiang Fengming's face shows surprise and looks at Shen Qingqing.
"OK, I'll send you the picture."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fengming sent the photos of blue and white porcelain fragments just taken in the office.
"What's the matter?" Shen Qingqing saw the steady river breeze, and was sending photos again. She asked in a hurry.
"Mr. Hong got in touch. It was his son who called just now. He said that he would send the photos to Mr. Hong and have a look first."
Jiang Fengming said with a smile.
"Really Shen Qingqing was so excited that her eyes were bright and full of surprise and expectation.
"Of course." After Jiang Fengming sent the photos, he called again soon.
But this time, it was Mr. Hong who called.
"Hello, Mr. Hong." Jiang Fengming's tone was respectful.
"Hands free." As soon as Shen Qingqing heard that it was Mr. Hong, she whispered to Jiang Fengming and pointed to her mobile phone.
Jiang Fengming turned on the handsfree and put his mobile phone between them.
"Xiaojiang, it's just an ordinary blue and white porcelain. It's broken like this again. There's no need to repair it at all!"
Red old man's voice came out from the mobile phone.
Shen Qingqing's expectant eyes immediately drooped down.
I think so. The antiques that Mr. Hong restored are either rare or expensive, even worth hundreds of millions.
This blue and white porcelain is worth three million yuan, and it's not worth collecting.
It's natural for Mr. Hong to look down on him. Since he looks down on him, he will not bother to repair it.
Shen Qingqing's mood changes are fully seen by Jiang Fengming.
"I know this blue and white porcelain needs your help to repair. It's really an ox knife for killing chickens, but it's a treasure collected by a friend of mine for many years. I have deep feelings and it's broken like this. No one else can repair it."
"I think it's full of antiques, and only you old people can repair it. Please."
Jiang Fengming's words are very smooth, but he doesn't appear to be flattering. However, in a few words, he coaxes the red man to laugh.
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