The richest man starts from the treasure hunt in the container

Chapter 94 The Saddle Has History

"Mr. Zhu, is this knife for sale?" Although Tang Hailiang felt that this kind of thing was too fantasy, but the thing was in hand, how could he give up?

Even if it's fake, it's worth buying if it's so real!

"No, no, I won't sell it." Zhu Yu took the knife back from Tang Hailiang's hand while speaking, "I just got this knife, and I haven't studied it carefully yet."

"50 US dollars!" Tang Hailiang gritted his teeth and quoted a price.

"No no no." Zhu Yu thought to himself, just kidding!

"80... 100 million! 100 million is okay, right?" The maximum amount Tang Hailiang can give is 100 million.

This also requires him to sell some collections to make up for it!
"No, no, no." Zhu Yu shook his head, put the knife into the car, and refused very simply, "I don't know if this knife is real, if it is real, I will take it to auction in China."

Zhu Yu doesn't collect these things mainly because it is too inconvenient to be abroad now.

However, Tang Dao, which can be called a national treasure, is more suitable to be sold to domestic collectors.

foreign?forget it.

This thing must stay in the country!

Putting Tang Knife away, Zhu Yu drove to the second-hand store, while Tang Hailiang watched the pickup truck go away with regret.

The name of the second-hand goods dealer is Smith, and the store is in New York City. When Zhu Yu arrived, he found that there were quite a lot of people coming in and out.

It seems that some of these people went in to buy goods, and some came in with the goods to estimate and sell them.

Zhu Yu simply followed suit and walked in with the saddle in his arms.

There is a row of counters inside, similar to a shopping mall. Some people send things to the people inside the counter for appraisal, and some people point to the things on the counter to express their desire to buy.

Zhu Yu put the saddle on the middle chair, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number for Smith.

A middle-aged white man with a Mediterranean haircut behind the counter answered the phone, and Zhu Yu walked towards him while talking:
"Hello, I was introduced by Old John. I want to sell this saddle and a motorcycle."

"So it was introduced by Old John. How is he now?" Smith stood up with a smile.

Zhu Yu hung up the phone, hugged the saddle to the counter in front of Smith, and said:

"Old John is not bad, chatting with old friends in the bar every day, very happy."

"I envy him!" Smith patted the saddle lightly, "Are you going to sell this?"

"Yes." Zhu Yu said, "I think this saddle is old, and it should have a history."

Smith first looked at the saddle carefully, then took a magnifying glass and looked at the copper objects of the saddle.

Finally, he lifted the saddle hide and looked at the lining.

When he saw the intricate patterns and cursive characters on the wooden piece, Smith's expression, which had been smiling all the time, became serious.

He used the magnifying glass to look at the patterns bit by bit, finally put it down, and looked at the cowhide and wood parts before he let out a sigh of relief.

"This is a pretty good saddle." Smith looked at Zhu Yu and said:
"For the sake of Old John, I won't coax you. This saddle should be something from the Indian side. It is a famous work. It is used by some celebrities or people with status. It is a good custom-made thing."

He thought for a while and said:
"I need to check the pattern on it again to be sure. But it will take time. Now you have two options:

The first one, sold it to me for five thousand dollars.The second is to wait for a while, or if you go to a certain western state to find those Indians for sale, the price will be higher. "

"I sold it to you." Zhu Yu didn't have time to run so far for such a saddle.

In the end, the saddle and motorcycle went for $[-].Smith's evaluation of the motorcycle was also good, saying that it was repaired and would be sold to those who specialize in collecting.

With the money in hand, Zhu Yu saw that it was already past lunch time, and it was not easy to go to Jason's place, so he found a random restaurant and had a random meal, and then returned to the place he rented.

In the bedroom, Zhu Yu took a video of the suspected Tang Dao as a whole, took a few more photos, and started calling.

Shenghai City, a single apartment.

At this moment, Shenghai was still at night, and the ear-piercing cell phone rang.

Ye Shenghua muttered a few words in his sleep, touched the phone, swiped it casually, and said:

"Who?"

"Fourth, it's me."

"Hey, second brother?" Ye Shenghua got up when he heard the voice, "Where are you? I see... America? Why did you go there?"

Ye Shenghua is a roommate of Zhu Yu University, and the two have a good relationship, but they didn't contact each other when they came to the beautiful country.

"My matter is more complicated. Now I have something to tell you - I heard that there are elders in your family who are collecting?"

"Yes, my second uncle likes to collect and invests a lot. Why did you remember to ask this?"

"I received something here in the beautiful country. Find a chance to help me show it to your second uncle. I will send the video and photos over later."

"Okay, leave this to me."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yu finally had something on his mind.

Nothing to do, he called Joanna.

Joanna had just finished class, and she was also very happy to receive Zhu Yu's call. Soon Zhu Yu went out again, picked up Joanna, and the two of them lived in a two-person world.

After Ye Shenghua got up early, he saw the videos and photos sent by Zhu Yu on his phone, and felt a little surprised.

He was a little embarrassed to show his second uncle just such a rusty, tattered thing.

Ye Shenghua's second uncle started collecting in the 80s of last century, and made his first pot of gold by buying and selling.Then I asked someone to help me go to the cultural relics store to buy some good goods, and since then I have embarked on the path of professional antique trading.

Over the past few decades, the specific net worth is not known to outsiders, even family members like Ye Shenghua.

But his second uncle hasn't sold much in the past ten years, and he's always buying stuff.

After thinking about it, Ye Shenghua still bit the bullet and called his second uncle, and sent the message from Zhu Yu.

He didn't dare to come to the door in person, for fear of being reprimanded by his second uncle.

After Ye Shenghua's second uncle Ye Jianshe answered his call, he didn't take it seriously.

Among these nephews and nephews, Ye Shenghua didn't like antiques.

Ye Jianshe really didn't care about what others entrusted him to let him know.

But there is nothing left and right, and the business is handed over to someone who can rest assured to take care of it, so just take a look.

However, when the photos and videos were sent, Ye Jianshe only took a look, and put away his original thoughts of playing.

Even his half-lying body straightened up in an instant!
This thing...how is it possible?

Fake it?
Clicking on the video again, Ye Jianshe looked at the irregular method, and the thing he was holding looked really dilapidated, but in his own eyes, why did it become more and more beautiful?
Seeing that man pull out his sword forcefully, Ye Jianshe wanted to curse!

Is this baby pulled out like this?
When he saw the inscription, Ye Jianshe was almost sure!

It's the real thing!

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