Live shop exploration: 200 yuan to challenge the antique street

Chapter 34 I am Alzheimer's!
Chu Ang hasn't been broadcast yet, but soon what happened in Panjiayuan made headlines again.

[Panjiayuan visits the anchor of the store, picks up thousands of antiques, gets rich overnight, and realizes the freedom of wealth from then on! 】

[Thousands of cricket pots, a house that is more awesome than Tomson Yipin! 】

The previous enthusiasm has not subsided, and now Qianwan Antique has pushed Chu Ang to an unprecedented height.

"Is there anyone who can popularize science, why is this cricket jar so valuable?"

"Ming Dynasty Cricket Jar!"

"Is the cricket pot worth so much in the Ming Dynasty? It's worth tens of millions? Did you drink fake wine from Gazi?"

"It is said that it is the same model as the museum, and it almost became the emperor's toy..."

"So it's like this. I also have a cricket pot in my house. I thought I was going to get rich!"

"Is this shop-exploring anchor cheating, earning more than 1000 million in two days? It's unreasonable!"

"Compared to this, what makes me more angry is that the broken pot is worth more than 1000 million. Let me look at the broken house I rented for 400/month. Brothers, I'm stuck!"

Not only did Chu Ang get angry, he even made two unrelated people angry!
The stall owner and Lao Wang who sold the cricket pot before closed the stall early because they made a fortune today. At the moment, they are lying on the bed and playing Douyin.

When the video clip of Chu Ang's live broadcast was swiped, the boss's eyes widened, he jumped up from the bed, looked at the phone, his mouth was open enough to stuff a duck egg into it.

Lao Wang looked at him strangely, "What's wrong?"

"This...isn't this the buddy who bought my cricket pot before!"

The boss's voice was trembling, and the expression on his face was extremely shocking.

Although Chu Ang didn't show up, his voice was so familiar, the stall owner was confident that he would not admit his mistake.

After all, in his opinion, Chu Ang is a "big fool" who is rare in a century.

Today, even other colleagues are envious of their big deal.

The boss said tremblingly: "Old Wang...you...do you know how much the pot we sold today is worth?"

"How much?" Lao Wang had a bad premonition in his heart.

The boss gritted his teeth, "The same cricket pot in the museum... worth 1100 million!"

"What did I miss!"

The boss gasped, unable to calm down for a long time, like a hundred thousand Cao Nima galloping past.

1100 million!
This is the money that he could not earn in his whole life by setting up a street stall in Panjiayuan.

"Clap clap clap!"

The boss was so remorseful, he was still unrepentant after slapping himself twice, and the comment section under the video made him scratch his ears and heart, wishing he could slam his head against the wall to death.

"This boss is really interesting. Look at the sensible little eyes, he thought he made a lot of money!"

"Guarding a golden mountain, but this boss is doing despicable things. Hey, he can make a lot of money!"

"Tsk tsk, God sent the treasure to him, he doesn't have the ability..."

"I am willing to make this boss the worst this year!"

"Look, if you do too many bad things, this is retribution!"

"I have to say, the boss and Lao Wang have done a good job in the play, they are so funny, they cooperate perfectly, and God will reward 4000 yuan!"

"Tearing newspapers for fun can not only relieve boredom, but also prevent Alzheimer's disease..."

Seeing these messages, the boss's face turned livid. At this moment, he would rather have Alzheimer's himself.

"what…"

"I'm on a horse with dementia!"

A heartbroken cry resounded through the sky.

(End of this chapter)