All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 16, money is hard to buy happy
One euro can be exchanged for less than nine yuan, and a knife can be sold for 900,000.

The full price is enough to buy a suite outside the fifth ring road in Beijing.

In Chen Hao's hometown, it is enough to buy two or three sets.

Are you excited?
A few will not be moved.

Hanging your head on your trouser belt and selling arms, isn't it just to make money and live a good life.

Since someone is willing to pay a high price, it should be sold!

Can't get over that hurdle in your heart?

You can think about it, you killed the ancestors of Little Japan, and the spoils you snatched were sold to his descendants at a high price.

What else can't be sold?
But Chen Hao was never an ordinary person.

He grabbed the knife and said firmly, "I won't sell it, no matter how much I give you."

In a word, money can't buy happiness.

The other four worthless knives were sold as soon as they were sold.

This knife is the most valuable, and he is unwilling to sell it to the Japanese.

Donate to the museum in vain and don't sell it.

Or, when you have money in the future, you can open a museum exhibition yourself, which is more meaningful.

"150,000 euros."

Taro Watanabe, who was rejected, made the last attempt, but Chen Hao could only shake his head and refuse.

"You will regret this."

Seeing this, Taro Watanabe knew that it was impossible to buy it, and he could no longer maintain his original demeanor, so he put down a word, turned around and left extremely unhappy.

Chen Hao snorted disdainfully, pretending to be a civilized person.The money you spend on knives, old boy, will eventually turn into ammunition, and it will all be shot at your ancestors.

Taro Watanabe spends money on knives = funding the enemy = killing his ancestors.

It is estimated that if he himself knew, even if he shamelessly breached the contract, he would never be able to buy a knife again.

After listening to the whole confrontation, Zhou Hexuan felt that this young man was unusual.

At this age, it was hard to say that he refused the temptation to get rich overnight.

How many people can refuse it!
"Hey, hello."

Chen Hao turned to leave, noticed Zhou Hexuan at the side, stepped forward to greet him and said, "My name is Chen Hao, an antique dealer.

Sir, you raised the price with the Japanese just now, which made me a lot of money. I am really grateful. "

The money he earned from selling antique knives gave him a taste of the sweetness. In the future, he will mainly work as an arms dealer and work as an antique dealer part-time.

"Then how can you thank us?"

Zhou Hexuan's daughter stared at Chen Hao with big eyes.

He looked handsome from the side, but he looked fierce when he met his gaze.

What a strange man.

"How does this girl talk!"

Zhou Hexuan had no choice but to save the situation with a wry smile: "My daughter is spoiled, don't argue with her."

Chen Hao said: "No way, the little beauty has a straightforward personality, it doesn't seem like I have been tainted by the big dye tank of society, and I will pretend to be polite.

In this way, in order to express my gratitude, I invite you two to have a light meal, and the little beauty will give you a face? "

The girl looked at her father, then nodded, "I promise you, don't call me a beauty, now a woman can be called a beauty. My name is Zhou Yaru."

Chen Hao, who didn't laugh often, was amused, which really made sense.

In the past, only those who were really beautiful could be called beauties, and ordinary girls were called girls or ladies.

Now that the streets are full of beauties, it is really wrong to call a really beautiful girl a beauty.

"Rat."

Natasha went through the delivery procedures and handed a bank card to Chen Hao: "After deducting the 15.00% commission, the rest is in the card."

The auction commission is very scary, the highest can be 20.00%, 15.00% is more reasonable.

Even so, after selling two knives, Chen Hao earned more than 20,000 Euros.It was much better than expected, and he was very satisfied.

"Who is this?"

Zhou Hexuan looked at Natasha who was holding Chen Hao's arm, and felt very amazed.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed white girl was very similar to a star he had seen, a very popular white female singer.

Chen Hao introduced: "Natasha, my future girlfriend."

"Very beautiful, she looks like a star." Zhou Hexuan praised sincerely.

"Yes, she looks like the star Britney, her friends think so. But Natasha is more beautiful, am I right!"

From the corner of Chen Hao's eyes, he noticed that Natasha was smiling happily. She didn't dislike others saying that she looked like a star, but she also didn't want to be the shadow of others.

She is what she is, the one and only Natasha.

Zhou Yaru blinked her cute big eyes, "Isn't she your girlfriend, why do you say it's from the future?"

"Because I haven't been able to deal with her father, he is a brown bear who loves his daughter very much."

During the interval between Chen Hao's explanations, the burly big Ivan had already arrived. He rushed over immediately after finishing what he was doing early in the morning, for fear that Chen Hao would abduct his daughter.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ivan said, "Natasha's mother misses her, and we are going back to Ukraine."

"Okay, I wish you all the best." Chen Hao said.

In fact, both of them knew the real reason in their hearts.

It's been a long time since I saw her mother, and Natasha couldn't refuse: "Mouse, then I'll be leaving...I'll be back in a few days."

Watching the reluctant Natasha leave.

"Now, I'm a loner again." Chen Hao shrugged helplessly, and invited the father and daughter to sit in a restaurant.

Zhou Hexuan started his career in foreign trade, caught up with the dividends of the times, did a good job in business and made a fortune, with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

But in him, you can't see the breath of a businessman. Instead, he looks like a scholar who can talk about the culture and customs of various countries.

He also has some opinions on the samurai sword in Chen Hao's hand.

In fact, the Japanese army first learned from the European army, and the officers were equipped with European-style long knives, but that was not practical.

Later, after Emperor Hirohito ascended the throne, the corruption situation became more and more serious, and the high-level officials and soldiers were required to be as loyal as the ancient samurai.

Subsequently, Japan began to wear sabers for troops.The saber at this time is similar to the saber of a samurai sword.

According to the regulations, one level of sergeant is eligible to wear it.But that kind is only produced on the assembly line.

Officers of noble origin don't wear the ordinary sabers assigned by the troops, but the ancestral samurai swords.

As the continuation and symbol of the Japanese samurai spirit, the often precious samurai sword is also a symbol of the royal family or nobility, at least marking its own identity.

"So, Japanese military officers value samurai swords more than their lives. They must have paid a very high price for seizing a samurai sword, right?"

Chen Hao recalled that day, and pursed his dry lips: "Thousands of people were fighting each other, and corpses were everywhere on the hillside. The Eighth Route Army soldiers blew the charge one second, and were hit in the chest by bullets the next second... ..."

For antiques, a good story can add a lot of points.Chen Hao had personally experienced that battle, and under his vivid description, they seemed to have come to that battlefield.

Antiques seem to be the hub that can connect two time and space. Zhou Hexuan touched the antique knife and felt the era full of gunpowder smoke.

Now, he suddenly became interested.

Zhou Hexuan knew that Chen Hao, the commander's saber, would not be sold, so he didn't even ask.

"Is there any suitable officer's knife, I want to collect one."

Chen Hao didn't expect to have a business after a meal. He introduced: "There just happened to be a commander's sword. Its owner was also in the headquarters. When the shell fell, he died together with the others."

The knife was appraised at $[-], and Chen Hao was willing to sell it for $[-].

To the auction house, it is estimated that only the starting price will be sold, and there will be a 15.00% handling fee.

Selling to antique dealers, those people bargained for the main artery, and eight thousand can bargain for three thousand.

In order to facilitate the transaction, Chen Hao can also give this person an officer's uniform and some small accessories on his body.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said: "It can be seen that you are an excellent antique dealer, and the deal has been made."

"I can't seem to deny your praise." Chen Hao replied confidently.

Having mastered a unique channel, he has such confidence.

(End of this chapter)