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Chapter 10
  Zhang Wenyu has been involved in the antique circle for some years.

I opened an antique shop. In the Tianxin Pavilion antique market, I have some strength, some connections, and I can be considered a character in the previous game.

Everyone would call him "Brother Yu" if he gave him some thin noodles.

But today.

just now.

He felt that he was completely inadequate.

Huang Ronglin, antique businessman, chairman of the group, has a lot of honorary titles.

Guo Xueren is a nationally registered and certified expert, a curator and vice president-level boss.

Lin Shugeng, a leading figure in Chunan’s antiques circle, is as tall as a mountain.

Even Yang Chen, the young man who picked up three things in a row, revealed an unfathomable strength at this moment.

Compared with them, Zhang Wenyu suddenly felt as small as a shrimp.

While he felt honored by this, he also felt a lot of pressure - fortunately, he kept the proper rules in his dealings with Yang Chen.

Otherwise, it is true that it is a big deal and a bad reputation.
  It seems that in life and doing things, we still need to pay attention to honesty and trustworthiness!
  Zhang Wenyu quickly made tea for the visitor.

Then he handed over his business card and took the initiative to make friends.

But at this moment, the two people's focus is entirely on Yang Chen.

The packaging of the blue and white porcelain bowl was opened again.

When the two of them looked at it, the love in their eyes was unabashed. After holding it in their hands and looking at it, they started to quote without saying a word.

"248 million, I want it."

"I'll pay 249 million!"

"Is 249 million a lot? 300 million!"

"301 million!"

"350 million!"

"351 million!"

"Four million! How can you rob me? Brother Guo, I am bound to get this lotus seed bowl!"

"401 million!"

Guo Xueren was neither impatient nor impatient, and followed in a leisurely manner, adding only 1 each time with a smile, which made Chairman Huang Ronglin jump with anger.

"Mr. Lin, you called him here specifically to argue with me, right?"

Huang Ronglin took a sip of tea and said angrily.

Lin Shugeng laughed.

"You two are my friends. You both told me that you want a Yongle blue and white porcelain. I happened to have this opportunity, so I asked you to come together."

"We are all our own people, there is no need to compete with who has more money."

"Well, let me smooth things over. This little guy said that the minimum price is 248 million, and each of you will pay half. Buy the bowl first, and then we can sit down and talk slowly."

"How about it?"

Lao De Lin was highly respected and his words were reasonable and reasonable. They both thought it was okay and agreed.

Yang Chen was not happy anymore.

Originally, they were trying to raise the bar and wanted to reap the benefits, but with just one word from you, you lost more than a million. Isn't this inappropriate?

That's right.

The buyer is called by you.

The mood to smooth things over is understandable.

But one size fits all.

I still have to earn the money I should earn.

I thought about it.

Yang Chen decided to take a step back.

Fixed price: 300 million!
  First, I would like to thank Mr. Lin for helping to call someone.

Secondly, none of us are fools, and we haven’t paid a deposit, so why should we just shout according to our mood?
  If you have to be serious, what should you do if people don’t want you?

Being able to sell 300 million yuan has exceeded his expectations.

As for them buying together, that's their business.

Yang Chen's proposal was approved by them.

So you pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand.

Wealth and goods are clear, children and old people are not deceived!
  Soon, the two of them transferred 150 million to Yang Chen's bank account.

Yang Chen then handed over the lotus seed bowl.

Looking at the bank account on his mobile phone, he saw a balance of more than 300 million yuan, which made him feel comfortable and happier than seven times a night.

Look at the time, it's still early.

Yang Chen waved goodbye and said that he would pick up the leaks while there was still time in the afternoon.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other.

Good guy, I have missed three picks in a row today, including comic books, Dade Yuanbao, and Yongle blue and white porcelain, which are worth nearly 300 million yuan. Do you still want to pick them up?
  It feels like picking up the leakage in his mouth is as easy as picking up cabbage?
  "Brother Xiao Yang, can you take me with you to have some luck?"

Zhang Wenyu couldn't bear it anymore. He had to follow him to see what kind of skills this kid had and what kind of luck he had. He could pick up things like picking up vegetables.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mr. Lin, Huang Ronglin, and Guo Xueren all expressed that they also wanted to go with Yang Chen to see and learn more.

Of course, it’s a joke. But sticky luck is definitely real.

Also, let’s see how this guy picks up the missing pieces.

Yang Chen shrugged.

It doesn't matter.

I picked up the mistakes, but you can’t learn from them!
  ……

midsummer.

It was very hot in Tianxinge Square in the afternoon.

Most of the street vendors set up parasols or tents, blew portable fans, drank ice-cold drinks, and waited for customers to come.

There are not many antiques from this point of view.

Yang Chen and his group were walking among the stalls, looking very eye-catching.

Of course, those with sharp eyes will notice that the few people following Yang Chen are all well-known figures in the antique circle of Chunan Province.

In this battle, there is no one left.

Yang Chen picked and picked along the way, but didn't find anything good.

Ruoxi followed behind, dripping with sweat and looking unhappy: "Grandpa, it's so hot, let's go back. I don't think there's anything special about him, so there's no need for us to suffer along with him."

Mr. Lin wiped his sweat and smiled slightly.

"Why, you can't bear this little pain? Are you even worse than an old man like me?"

"The more ordinary the place, the more it tests your kung fu!"

"When you come out to study, don't belittle yourself."

Unlike Ruoxi, Zhang Wenyu, the owner of Zhenbaozhai, followed Yang Chen with a sincere attitude of learning. After looking at it for a long time, I couldn't figure out a way.

It feels no different than shopping for food by yourself at a stall!

Yang Chen naturally knew what they were thinking.

But he didn't hide it.

There is no need to hide it.

He walked and stopped along the way, but found nothing. Yang Chen was just about to take a rest, when a stall in front of him was quite noisy, with some people watching the excitement around.

When I got closer, I saw that someone was selling a painting and calligraphy.

The asking price is 100 million.

The stall owner verified that it was genuine, but he couldn't afford the money at the moment, so he asked the man to wait while he asked someone to raise money.

As a result, after waiting for almost an hour, the money has not been raised yet.

The man didn't want to wait any longer and wanted to leave.

The stall owner was unwilling.

Say wait.

Or ask him to make it cheaper.

In short, the stall owner must have this painting.

The person selling the painting was unwilling to lower the price or wait any longer, so he started a dispute with the stall owner.

The stall owner then told those who were watching the excitement that they all pooled their money together to buy the painting. He knew the value of the painting and had the connections to resell it.

Once you change hands, you will definitely make several times the profit.

Some people don't believe it.

Some people are eager to try.

After understanding what happened, Yang Chen's first reaction was to cover his wallet.

Zhang Wenyu and others shook their heads in silence.

What a joke, these are all old people in the antiques circle. This simple and childish trick is just trying to trick the class.

There is no doubt that these are a bunch of liars.

The person who sells the paintings is a trustee.

The one watching the excitement is Tuo.

Some people say that those who don’t believe it are trustworthy.

Even those who took the initiative to raise money were entrusted.

It depends on who falls for it.

These days, there is no pie in the sky, and everything underground is a fucking trap!

This kind of trick can only be believed if your brain is flooded.

Even Ruoxi noticed it and asked Grandpa if they were lying. How could there be forced buying and selling of antiques?
  How many times the profit can be made once it is resold?
  Are people who sell paintings fools?

Yang Chen watched the excitement for a while and was about to leave.

At this time, the stall owner took the initiative to step forward, patted his shoulder, and said mysteriously: "Friend, do you know what paintings he is selling?"

Yang Chen shook his head.

The stall owner whispered: "A painting by Wang Meng, one of the four great masters of the late Yuan Dynasty, is worth at least 300 million yuan."

"Are you interested?"

"If possible, let's buy it together. I have 80 yuan here. You only need to pay 20 yuan. Once it is sold, you will make at least three times the profit."

(End of this chapter)