The 1970s Female Supporting Actress Counterattack

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"This vase is really nice. Let me take a look." Li Xin pushed open the glass door of the cabinet and took out the vase to admire it carefully.

He was drunk and his steps were unsteady. He might accidentally drop the vase in his hand.

Lin Hongjun was sweating coldly and hurried over to help him hold it. It was rare for someone to know the goods, but Lin Hongjun didn't have the leisure to chat with him, for fear that he would break it.

"This is really good, and the pattern is beautiful. It should be expensive." Li Xin said.

Lin Hongjun: "It is indeed not cheap."

"How about this, I will give you this amount, and you buy this one for me." Li Xin raised two fingers, two thousand yuan.

The original price of this antique vase was more than this amount, so Lin Hongjun certainly didn't want to sell it. Moreover, this vase has been here for a long time, and he admires it every day.

"This is not appropriate."

"Why is it inappropriate? Do you think the money is too little? People should not be too greedy."

He just wanted this vase, but he didn't want to spend more money. Lin Hongjun was a little unhappy, but this was his son's wedding, so many people were watching, and the person in front of him was his son's leader, so he couldn't show his face.

Li Xin seemed determined to buy the vase. As a leader, he was used to it and couldn't change his way of speaking. He said drunkenly: "Mingsheng and I are quite familiar with each other. For the sake of our friendship, just sell it to me."

On the surface, the two of them were close friends, but if you think carefully, you can hear the meaning behind his words. It's nothing more than that they are from the same factory, and he is Lin Mingsheng's leader. If he doesn't follow his wishes, Lin Mingsheng's life in the factory will not be easy.

Lin Mingsheng should have come out to toast, but he was delayed by something and was still in the room.

Lin Hongjun's face was not very good. He hated people who did whatever they wanted because they had a little power in their hands.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. There were guests sitting next to him, and it was not good to let everyone laugh at him.

Lin Wanwan was thinking about how to persuade him. Song Zhi held her hand under the table. It was warm, which made Lin Wanwan feel relieved.

Song Zhi stood up, walked to Li Xin and said: "Uncle, I just learned that you also have some research on antique vases. A friend of mine also has a hobby of collecting antiques. But recently he needs money, so he wants to sell the antiques at a low price. I wonder if you are willing to do so."

Song Zhi accurately grasped his psychology of liking to take advantage of others, and the word "low price" was particularly clear.

When Li Xin heard the word "low price", he was immediately attracted. Thinking that he could take advantage of others, he did not even look at the vase in front of him, and let go and gave it back to Lin Hongjun.

His face was red, and he put his arm around Song Zhi's shoulders, "Little brother, where is your friend? Take me to see him someday."

"Okay, I'll take you there someday. Let's sit down and have a drink first." Song Zhi took him back to the chair and ended the farce.

Lin Hongjun carefully put the vase back into the cabinet, closed the glass door, glanced at Li Xin with an unhappy look, but his attitude towards Song Zhi changed, and he poured Song Zhi a glass of wine later.

While they were talking, Lin Wanwan whispered to Song Zhi secretly: "You are so powerful, you can handle this."

"Of course, you have to thank me." Song Zhi raised his eyebrows, and his unruly appearance was stained with a bit of tenderness, and he asked her for a reward.

He also drank, and there was no difference on his face, but there was a trace of confusion in his deep eyes. Lin Wanwan guessed that he must be a little drunk.

"Okay, let's talk about it another day. My dad must be very grateful to you now." She snatched the wine glass from his hand and put it aside, "Don't drink, eat more food."

No one had ever snatched his wine glass and ordered him to eat food before, but now this person was Lin Wanwan, and she was caring about him.

He was not angry, but very happy. The hand under the table was dishonest again, and quietly reached over and wrapped Lin Wanwan's hand with his big palm.

Her hands were small, she had never done any rough work, so they were soft and felt particularly good.

Their position was hidden, and no one could see what was going on. Song Zhi was so reckless.

Zeng Hongyu happened to look over at this time, "What are you whispering about so close to each other?"

Lin Wanwan, who was caught, sat up straight instantly and tried to keep calm: "No, we didn't say anything."

Lin Wanwan wanted to pull her hand back, but he caught her in time. Song Zhi continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

Lin Wanwan's face was hot. Why didn't she realize that this man was so shameless before?