A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 8 Huang Xiaoqi!
"Just tell me, how much can I sell for this picture of an eagle spreading its wings?"

The fat old man thought for a while, "Let's not say whether this picture is true or not, I'll take it as the real one. A few years ago, Tang Yin had a picture of "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost" that was sold for more than a thousand dollars, so it should be worth two dollars now. Qian, your picture..."

two thousand?The unit is of course ten thousand!

Chen Muyu was a little dumbfounded, can this picture be sold for 20 million?
This number, of course, also shocked Qin Hong beside him.

"Brother Xu, you read that right, 20 million, it's not worth 20 million if you sell this kid, and besides, has Tang Yin ever had such a painting? I've never heard of it!"

"Old Qin, what are you talking about? If you haven't heard it, it can only be because you are ignorant. Who can tell clearly how many paintings Tang Yin has painted in his life? Besides, haven't you heard that this is Tang Yin when he was young? His paintings..." Chen Muyu replied unhappily.

Qin Hong held his breath, and gave Chen Muyu a glance.

The fat old man ignored it, "20 million is its ideal price. Although Tang Yin's painting is easy to buy, it still needs an operating cost. To tell you the truth, this painting is not as good as the painting of Spring Trees and Autumn Frost, and The damage is too serious, I can buy it for you now, but it can only be sold up to sixty, you see..."

600,000?
Hearing this price, Chen Muyu was far from disappointed. For him now, 600,000 is already a lot. You know, he picked it up for nothing.

"Of course, if you're not in a hurry to use the money, you can give it to me. I'll help you find someone to repair it and then sell it. No matter how much is sold in the end, you can pay some repair fees, appraisal fees, and auction fees. However, the repaired The cost is not a small sum..."

cost?Listening to these words, why do you feel like a liar?

Seeing Chen Muyu's expression, the fat old man thought he was hesitating.

"This is Mr. Xu Sihai, a well-known collector in this city. Have you heard of the Four Seas Group? You are worth more than 60 billion, so I can't fool you..." Qin Hong said disdainfully beside him.

Xu Sihai?
Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, and almost called out to Dad in excitement, he felt that the fat old man looked familiar, so it was the master.

Sihai Group, Qingshan City and even the whole of Xichuan are well-known large enterprises, involved in real estate, agricultural products, feed industry, chemical industry, etc. The largest ceramic tile factory in Qingshan City, Sihai Brick Factory is only one of his industries .

Xu Sihai's name can be said to be like a thunderbolt, the number one richest man in Qingshan, and such a big Buddha standing in front of him, he didn't recognize it?
Chen Muyu wanted to slap himself, this fat old man is simply the God of Wealth.

Who would have thought that Qin Hong, an old guy, would be able to get involved with the richest man in Qingshan?
I haven't recovered for a long time.

"Little brother, what do you say?"

Xu Sihai has a smile on his face. Once a person has money, he likes to have some hobbies. Collection is one of them. It looks cultivated and has a cultural background. Otherwise, no matter how much money you earn, others will only crown you a local tyrant name.

If there is a painting of Tang Bohu, it will be enough for him to shine in his circle for a while.

……

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In the afternoon, Chen Muyu came out from the Qin Family Building.

The painting was not sold. After all, 60 is too bad. Why should I sell it for 2000 when I can sell something for 60 million?

The system has a repair function. If you don’t have the money to repair it now, it doesn’t mean you can’t repair it in the future. After you repair it yourself, you can sell it. Wouldn’t that be flattering?
Although the painting was not sold, Xu Sihai left him his contact information.

This time, with the god Xu Sihai, there will be an opportunity to cooperate in the future, and it won't be too late to sell him after the painting is restored.

Looking up at the sky, the sun suddenly became brighter, and the account was 20000 yuan, and I suddenly felt that the pedestrians on the road were so cute.

Collecting junk, it turns out that you can make money like this!
Should I borrow 50 from my mother first?

My mother is so picky, she should kill me, right?
……

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"Tenghu!"

At night, in the Qin family building, Qin Hong's face was dark, and he called Teng Hu to him.

"Master Qin?"

Teng Hu stood in front of him, expressionless, like a tough guy.

"Find an opportunity to get in touch with that boy from the Chen family. Maybe Chen Guanhai has left him something interesting. If there is, don't let others take advantage of it..."

Qin Hong said indifferently, the implication seems to be that even if there is an advantage, he should take it.

In front of Xu Sihai during the day, he couldn't say anything, and now he was finally free.

Teng Hu responded, and quietly retreated out.

……

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"Where are you going to get the 50 yuan?"

There was an extra 2 yuan in the account. For Chen Muyu, he had never owned so much money after graduating from university. However, compared to the 50 yuan needed to restore "The Picture of the Eagle Spreading its Wings", it was still a drop in the bucket.

The whole afternoon, Chen Muyu was thinking about this matter, and he told his mother that she probably wouldn't give it to him, maybe she would even give him a beating.

In Happiness, an old community in the north of the city.

There was an old customer here who wanted to sell something, and the station was short of staff, so my father asked Chen Muyu to take a look, because this old customer had some relationship with Chen Muyu.

Both sides of the road in the alley are full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, a very quiet neighborhood, just like its name.

At this time, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees are beginning to bloom, and there is a light fragrance in the alley, which is very striking.

"Don't come here again, the money your family gave is too little, my mother won't agree!"

Chen Muyu was standing in the corridor, the door of 601 was ajar, and a girl inside was dragging the doorknob, with a very weak and sad face.

She was dressed in a light pink long dress, with a bumpy figure, quite wow, and a small mole like a sesame seed on the corner of her mouth, which made people think about it.

The voice is as soft as a small hand kneading your heart, the expression, the eyes, as if Qin Xianglian saw the betrayed Chen Shimei.

Chen Muyu stretched out his hand against the door, "You let me in first, is Aunt Jie at home? Shall I chat with her?"

"Let's go, my mother doesn't want to see you, Brother Yu, let's treat it as if we are destined for each other in this life..." The girl bit her lip lightly, her eyes were about to cry.

Chen Muyu's forehead was covered with black lines.

"Elder Sister, I'm just here to collect the trash, so there's no need to make it look like the gift is not enough, right?"

Looking at the mobile phone hidden in Huang Xiaoqi's bosom, Chen Muyu couldn't understand that this girl was probably making jokes.

As soon as the voice fell, a pretty face on the opposite side suddenly stepped down, "I hate it, Brother Yu, why are you so straight!"

After finishing speaking, he stomped his feet and let Chen Muyu in.

Straight guy?

Chen Muyu didn't understand why a straight man was not a straight man. When he entered the door, it was like entering his own home. He didn't change his shoes, and went directly to sit on the sofa.

　Ask for collection, ask for recommendation ticket support!
　　


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