Chapter 160
I haven't been to Liulichang for a long time, I didn't expect it to be so lively now.
On both sides of the street, there are stalls selling all kinds of old things.
Yang Yukun and Han Chunming strolled along the stall.
Han Chunming bought several things, but Yang Yukun didn't make any.
After browsing the various stalls, there was nothing worth selling.
He is not like Han Chunming, who wants as long as it is old objects, in order to collect more old objects. In the future, when the policy allows to open a private museum, he can have more collections.
He is not the case, what can catch his eyes are all high-quality goods.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have sold all the things he didn't like when he and Han Chunming searched for old things together to Han Chunming.
"Brother, look at the old things. The things I sell are all from the court of the Qing Dynasty. They were all used by Lord Qianlong."
"This small cup looks pretty good, how much is it?"
Yang Yukun stopped in front of a booth, and picked up a small cup from the booth.
"This cup is the wine cup that Lord Qianlong used to drink. If you really like it, I'll sell it to you at a cheaper price. Just give it 800 yuan."
"800 yuan, you really dare to ask for it."
"This is Lord Qianlong's imperial wine glass, 800 yuan is already very cheap."
"Eight hundred, no, can you sell it for eight yuan?"
"Brother, how can you make such a counter-offer, 700 yuan, it can't be lower."
"You'd better keep the cub."
Yang Yukun put down the small cup and prepared to withdraw it with his hands behind his back.
These years, the market is much better than before, and the prices of old objects have also risen accordingly.
If it is in an antique shop, he will pay seven or eight hundred yuan.
Now it is at the small stall outside, so I have to enjoy the fun of picking up leaks.
The stall owner just now is obviously a young chick who doesn't understand anything, and dares to play this business.
Pay back the things in the palace of the Qing Dynasty, the imperial wine cup of Emperor Qianlong?
Most of the objects on this booth are objects from the Republic of China, and some are modern, and nine out of ten are collected from the countryside.
It was just that the little cup was interesting, and it barely reached the standard for him to make a move.
"Dude, don't go, eight yuan is really too little, why don't you add more?"
"I'll add two yuan to you, ten yuan, this is the final price I'll give you.
I just think this small cup is pretty good-looking, and I plan to buy it and put it in the parrot cage to feed the parrots.
It's only ten yuan.
If you still don't want to sell it, then I'll go shopping elsewhere. You're not the only one with this kind of small cup, there are many in the market. "
"I'll sell you for ten yuan, pay me."
"Buddy, business is booming."
Yang Yukun gave ten yuan to the other party, and took the small cup in his hand.
"Grandpa Qianlong's imperial wine cup, I'll sell it to you for ten yuan, I'm sorry."
The stall owner had a pained look on his face, but his heart was actually full of joy.
This thing was collected by him from a farmer's house in the countryside, and it only cost fifty cents.
He sold it for ten yuan and made ninety-five yuan, which was almost equal to his half-month salary in the factory.
Previously, working in the factory was exhausting, and he only earned a salary of [-] yuan a month.
Some time ago, I visited Liulichang with a buddy and found this business opportunity.
So, he went to the countryside to buy some bottles and jars, and set up a stall in Liulichang.
Does he understand old objects?
He knows shit.
Blow it up.
There are always people who are taken advantage of.
A large bowl was sold yesterday, with a gap on the side. He said it was used by Kangxi to drink soup. Unexpectedly, the man really believed it and sold it for 50 yuan.
Although the small cup only sold for ten yuan, compared to the cost price he bought, it was more than enough.
…………
After wandering around the stalls on both sides of the street, I got a small cup.
Seeing that Han Chunming was still shopping, Yang Yukun greeted him and turned to Jubao Pavilion.
For him, there is nothing to do in the stalls outside. In such a big sun, it is better to find a place to have a cup of tea.
"Hi, welcome to Jubao Pavilion."
"Are you a new buddy from Jubao Pavilion?"
"Yes, how do you know?"
"I know your manager, I haven't seen you before."
"Our manager is upstairs discussing business. Please sit down for a while. Our manager will finish talking soon. Drink tea."
"Thank you."
There are guests in Jubao Pavilion, and Yang Guangcheng is accompanying the guests upstairs to discuss business.
While drinking tea, Yang Yukun chatted nonsense with the newcomer who was around fifteen or sixteen years old.
After sitting in Jubao Pavilion for about [-] minutes, Yang Guangcheng came downstairs with a middle-aged man in his fifties talking and laughing.
Seeing Yang Yukun sitting and drinking tea, Yang Guangcheng nodded with a smile and sent the guests to the door.
"Uncle Kun, you haven't been here for a long time, why are you interested in coming here today?"
Sending the guests away, Yang Guangcheng greeted Yang Yukun with a smile.
"Uncle Kun?"
When the guy heard his manager calling the young man uncle, he murmured in his heart.
He thought that this person looked young, maybe he was the manager's junior, but he didn't expect to be the manager's elder.
"I have nothing to do, come here for a stroll, congratulations, nephew, you have made another big business."
Seeing Yang Guangcheng smiling so happily for the distinguished guests who personally sent them off from the second floor, this business must be a big deal.
"It's okay, let's have a meal."
"I understand, if you don't open for three years, you will have to wait for three years after opening."
"Uncle Kun, it's not as exaggerated as you said, it's just living."
Although there is a saying that the antique business will not open for three years, but it will take three years after opening.
But the business he made just now only made a small profit of a few thousand dollars.
Uh..., according to the current average income of workers, there is more than enough to eat for three years.
"Hey, the price tags that clearly marked the price have been torn off?"
It was only then that Yang Yukun discovered that the original price tags of Jubao Pavilion had been removed.
I've been talking nonsense with the guys in the store just now, but I really didn't pay much attention.
"Uncle Kun, after all, it has been reopened after all. Not only our Jubao Pavilion, but most of the stores in Liulichang have removed the price tags. After all, we also need flexible space."
Jubao Pavilion is actually the ancestral property of Yang Guangcheng's family, and it was opened by his grandfather back then.
Later, after a public-private partnership and ownership by the whole people, it was in his hands before.
It used to belong to the public, and the items in the store were clearly marked with prices.
Now that the store is back, the price tags that clearly marked the price will naturally be removed.
After all, antiques are different from ordinary commodities, and naturally there is no fixed price. Different people sell them at different prices.
"Uncle Kun, did you find any good items at the stall outside, and bring them out to open my nephew's eyes."
"Okay, let me open your eyes. I found a small cup at a stall. You are a porcelain appraiser. Let's see how this small cup is."
Yang Yukun took out the small cup he had just bought from the stall outside and put it in front of Yang Guangcheng.
(End of this chapter)
I haven't been to Liulichang for a long time, I didn't expect it to be so lively now.
On both sides of the street, there are stalls selling all kinds of old things.
Yang Yukun and Han Chunming strolled along the stall.
Han Chunming bought several things, but Yang Yukun didn't make any.
After browsing the various stalls, there was nothing worth selling.
He is not like Han Chunming, who wants as long as it is old objects, in order to collect more old objects. In the future, when the policy allows to open a private museum, he can have more collections.
He is not the case, what can catch his eyes are all high-quality goods.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have sold all the things he didn't like when he and Han Chunming searched for old things together to Han Chunming.
"Brother, look at the old things. The things I sell are all from the court of the Qing Dynasty. They were all used by Lord Qianlong."
"This small cup looks pretty good, how much is it?"
Yang Yukun stopped in front of a booth, and picked up a small cup from the booth.
"This cup is the wine cup that Lord Qianlong used to drink. If you really like it, I'll sell it to you at a cheaper price. Just give it 800 yuan."
"800 yuan, you really dare to ask for it."
"This is Lord Qianlong's imperial wine glass, 800 yuan is already very cheap."
"Eight hundred, no, can you sell it for eight yuan?"
"Brother, how can you make such a counter-offer, 700 yuan, it can't be lower."
"You'd better keep the cub."
Yang Yukun put down the small cup and prepared to withdraw it with his hands behind his back.
These years, the market is much better than before, and the prices of old objects have also risen accordingly.
If it is in an antique shop, he will pay seven or eight hundred yuan.
Now it is at the small stall outside, so I have to enjoy the fun of picking up leaks.
The stall owner just now is obviously a young chick who doesn't understand anything, and dares to play this business.
Pay back the things in the palace of the Qing Dynasty, the imperial wine cup of Emperor Qianlong?
Most of the objects on this booth are objects from the Republic of China, and some are modern, and nine out of ten are collected from the countryside.
It was just that the little cup was interesting, and it barely reached the standard for him to make a move.
"Dude, don't go, eight yuan is really too little, why don't you add more?"
"I'll add two yuan to you, ten yuan, this is the final price I'll give you.
I just think this small cup is pretty good-looking, and I plan to buy it and put it in the parrot cage to feed the parrots.
It's only ten yuan.
If you still don't want to sell it, then I'll go shopping elsewhere. You're not the only one with this kind of small cup, there are many in the market. "
"I'll sell you for ten yuan, pay me."
"Buddy, business is booming."
Yang Yukun gave ten yuan to the other party, and took the small cup in his hand.
"Grandpa Qianlong's imperial wine cup, I'll sell it to you for ten yuan, I'm sorry."
The stall owner had a pained look on his face, but his heart was actually full of joy.
This thing was collected by him from a farmer's house in the countryside, and it only cost fifty cents.
He sold it for ten yuan and made ninety-five yuan, which was almost equal to his half-month salary in the factory.
Previously, working in the factory was exhausting, and he only earned a salary of [-] yuan a month.
Some time ago, I visited Liulichang with a buddy and found this business opportunity.
So, he went to the countryside to buy some bottles and jars, and set up a stall in Liulichang.
Does he understand old objects?
He knows shit.
Blow it up.
There are always people who are taken advantage of.
A large bowl was sold yesterday, with a gap on the side. He said it was used by Kangxi to drink soup. Unexpectedly, the man really believed it and sold it for 50 yuan.
Although the small cup only sold for ten yuan, compared to the cost price he bought, it was more than enough.
…………
After wandering around the stalls on both sides of the street, I got a small cup.
Seeing that Han Chunming was still shopping, Yang Yukun greeted him and turned to Jubao Pavilion.
For him, there is nothing to do in the stalls outside. In such a big sun, it is better to find a place to have a cup of tea.
"Hi, welcome to Jubao Pavilion."
"Are you a new buddy from Jubao Pavilion?"
"Yes, how do you know?"
"I know your manager, I haven't seen you before."
"Our manager is upstairs discussing business. Please sit down for a while. Our manager will finish talking soon. Drink tea."
"Thank you."
There are guests in Jubao Pavilion, and Yang Guangcheng is accompanying the guests upstairs to discuss business.
While drinking tea, Yang Yukun chatted nonsense with the newcomer who was around fifteen or sixteen years old.
After sitting in Jubao Pavilion for about [-] minutes, Yang Guangcheng came downstairs with a middle-aged man in his fifties talking and laughing.
Seeing Yang Yukun sitting and drinking tea, Yang Guangcheng nodded with a smile and sent the guests to the door.
"Uncle Kun, you haven't been here for a long time, why are you interested in coming here today?"
Sending the guests away, Yang Guangcheng greeted Yang Yukun with a smile.
"Uncle Kun?"
When the guy heard his manager calling the young man uncle, he murmured in his heart.
He thought that this person looked young, maybe he was the manager's junior, but he didn't expect to be the manager's elder.
"I have nothing to do, come here for a stroll, congratulations, nephew, you have made another big business."
Seeing Yang Guangcheng smiling so happily for the distinguished guests who personally sent them off from the second floor, this business must be a big deal.
"It's okay, let's have a meal."
"I understand, if you don't open for three years, you will have to wait for three years after opening."
"Uncle Kun, it's not as exaggerated as you said, it's just living."
Although there is a saying that the antique business will not open for three years, but it will take three years after opening.
But the business he made just now only made a small profit of a few thousand dollars.
Uh..., according to the current average income of workers, there is more than enough to eat for three years.
"Hey, the price tags that clearly marked the price have been torn off?"
It was only then that Yang Yukun discovered that the original price tags of Jubao Pavilion had been removed.
I've been talking nonsense with the guys in the store just now, but I really didn't pay much attention.
"Uncle Kun, after all, it has been reopened after all. Not only our Jubao Pavilion, but most of the stores in Liulichang have removed the price tags. After all, we also need flexible space."
Jubao Pavilion is actually the ancestral property of Yang Guangcheng's family, and it was opened by his grandfather back then.
Later, after a public-private partnership and ownership by the whole people, it was in his hands before.
It used to belong to the public, and the items in the store were clearly marked with prices.
Now that the store is back, the price tags that clearly marked the price will naturally be removed.
After all, antiques are different from ordinary commodities, and naturally there is no fixed price. Different people sell them at different prices.
"Uncle Kun, did you find any good items at the stall outside, and bring them out to open my nephew's eyes."
"Okay, let me open your eyes. I found a small cup at a stall. You are a porcelain appraiser. Let's see how this small cup is."
Yang Yukun took out the small cup he had just bought from the stall outside and put it in front of Yang Guangcheng.
(End of this chapter)
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