gifted collector

Chapter 157 Start to pick up leaks!
"Then what should we do now? We can't keep the door closed, right? It's the first day of the Treasure Appraisal Conference now?"

Jiang Wen's words made Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang's brows frowned even tighter.They understand that this is entirely caused by the Appreciation Conference!

"It seems that the momentum of the Treasure Appraisal Conference this time is really quite big. In addition to attracting antique sellers, antique buyers also gathered together."

As soon as Fang Ming finished speaking, he sighed, "Unfortunately, our time is too tight this time, and we are not prepared enough! It is too sad to be in a situation where there are no antiques to sell now?!"

As he said that, Fang Ming fixed his eyes on the antiques borrowed from Qian Fang on the shelf, thinking whether he should cut it first, play it later, and sell it later.

However, this is just a thought, it is simply impossible.

"Ugh!"

Fang Ming sighed heavily, this matter is imminent now, and must be resolved.

"Fang Ming!"

Zhou Yafang suddenly yelled, which startled Fang Ming, subconsciously replied: "Ah?! Sister Afang, what's wrong?"

"What are you still doing here?"

Fang Ming was puzzled by Erzhang Monk, and asked strangely, "Huh? This is our shop, why can't I stay here?"

"Ah? Sister Avon, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Wen on the side was also taken aback, and also didn't understand what Zhou Yafang meant.

"Catch the leak! If you don't go out, pick the leak? If you don't pick the leak, how can we sell antiques in our shop?"

Only now did Fang Ming understand what Zhou Yafang meant. He slapped himself on the forehead, thinking how could he forget this, isn't this his plan?

"Okay! I'll go now! Wu Ze and the others have been there for a long time. Could it be that they have picked up all the leaks? If this is the case, it would be too bad."

Fang Ming looked regretful, and walked out immediately, absolutely impatient.

"Wait a moment!"

Zhou Yafang yelled, and then said: "Let's go together, but there is nothing to do here now."

Fang Ming thought that this is really the case. Now that there is nothing to sell in the store, he just stays there, why don't we go out together to see if we can find more.

"Okay, let's go together."

After closing the shop, Fang Ming, Zhou Yafang, and Jiang Wen walked out together, and as soon as they left the shop and looked ahead, they were all startled, because the Antique Street was full of people at this time!

Originally, Fang Ming thought that the little antique street would not be as lively after the ghost market ended, but now it seems that it is even more lively:

There are temporary parasols on both sides of Little Antique Street, and each parasol is a stall, and a dozen or more people surround each stall.

What is different from the ghost market is that these temporary stalls are uniformly arranged by Sikong Zhe, and they are carried out through "rental". The management committee pays a certain fee.

At this time, seeing that every parasol was rented out, I knew that this treasure appraisal meeting must be a success.

"It's true that a biting dog doesn't bark! Sikong Zhe hides it very deeply, and he didn't reveal anything beforehand!"

The rental of the temporary parasols must have been completed before today, and the convener, Sikong Zhe, must have known about it, but he didn't say it before, obviously because he wanted to surprise people.

Zhou Yafang also nodded emphatically, she very much agrees with Fang Ming's point of view, of course, especially the metaphor is more appropriate.

"Let's hurry up, it's getting late now, I'm afraid it will be gone later."

Jiang Wen was as excited as a bird. If she hadn't been taking care of the store's business just now, she would definitely go to the stall again to see if she could pick up the leaks if the excitement of picking up leaks in the ghost market in the morning hadn't passed yet.

"Okay, let's go now."

Fang Ming, Zhou Yafang and Jiang Wen strode forward and soon joined the bustling crowd.

The sun slowly rose higher and higher, and the open-air Little Antique Street soon became as hot as a stove, but the number of people did not decrease, but seemed to increase.

Zhou Yafang wiped the sweat gushing out of her forehead, just about to fan the wind with her hand, but found that she was holding a bag in her hand!

"It's too hot, and it's getting late, let's find a place to rest, eat something, and then come back."

Fang Ming "drilled" out of the crowd, his hands were empty, but Jiang Wen, who was following behind him, carried seven or eight bags, large and small.

"it is good!"

Zhou Yafang immediately agreed. It is important to pick up leaks, but you can't lose your life, so she walked into the store.

"Huh?! Why are you all here?"

As soon as he returned to the store, Fang Ming was surprised to find Wu Ze and others standing at the door.

Qian Fang raised his mobile phone and said, "I just wanted to call you. The weather is really too hot. We are all old bones. I really can't bear it."

He hurriedly opened the store door to let Wu Ze and others in. After drinking a few cups of hot tea, he finally calmed down.

"It's too hot, and there are so many people, it's really unbearable."

Zheng Bai nodded and said, "Yes, I haven't seen such a heated situation in many years."

"Yes, everyone seems to be crazy. The items on the stalls are rushing to disappear. This situation seems to be the golden age of the 90s."

"This time, Sikong Zhe really played it too big! I don't know how he made it out of such a hot situation."

While making tea, Fang Ming listened to Wu Ze and the others lament. He knew that Qian Fang and the others had personally experienced that crazy era, so they naturally had the right to speak.

"Well, yes, I was really shocked when I walked out of the store just now!"

Zhou Yafang shook her head. She was still young when the antique collection was crazy, but at that time, her grandfather often took her around, so she also left a lot of memories.

"By the way, Fang Ming, why did you close the store door?"

Qian Fang suddenly thought of this incident, and felt rather strange. It stands to reason that it should be a good time to do business at this time, why would the store be closed?

Speaking of this matter, Fang Ming felt a pain in his heart, and said, "I don't want to shut it down, but I have to!"

"Ah? Could it be a crime? Fang Ming, I still know some people, why don't I make a few phone calls and try?"

Wu Ze showed a concerned expression on his face. He had a good impression of Fang Ming, and if something really happened, he would definitely be willing to help.

Fang Ming suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, thinking what is this and what is it.

"All the antiques that can be sold in the store are sold out. We can't do without closing the door. There is nothing to sell. Now we only have antiques borrowed from Mr. Qian in our store, and there are a few that can't be sold. The treasure of the town store."

"Isn't it? Your business here is also so good?"

Zheng Bai's face was full of surprise, in fact, Wu Ze and others felt the same way.

The stalls under the parasols on both sides of the Small Antique Street outside are so popular because the things on them are relatively cheap. The antiques are different. The lowest ones are 10 yuan, or even tens of millions, and they are all sold out?A lot of people can spend one thousand and hundreds of things without blinking an eye, but what if it is hundreds of thousands or even more than 100 to 200 million?No matter how many people there are, it's impossible to just spend them casually, right?

"Yes, great!"

Zhou Yafang looked at Qian Fang, and said, "Mr. Qian, I'll see if those antiques I borrowed from you are just handed over to us. You don't have to worry about the price."

Who knew that Qian Fang immediately said unceremoniously: "No! No matter what you say, I will not agree."

Shaking her head, Zhou Yafang didn't say anything more. Now her shop is in urgent need of antiques, but there is no solution.He glared at Fang Ming and said, "Fang Ming, why are you so good at picking up leaks? It scares Mr. Qian."

Now that he gave up the money, he kept saying, "Avon, it's not right for you to say that. I'm not the only one who was scared. If you ask, Zheng Bai and others are also unwilling."

"Qian Fang, what are you doing with me? I didn't mess with you!"

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"By the way, Fang Ming, did you gain anything from those stalls you went to?"

Wu Ze's words attracted everyone's attention, but this time they didn't look at Fang Ming, but at Jiang Wen together, and then they remembered that Fang Ming was empty-handed when they first met, But Jiang Wen was carrying several bags in her hand.

What if... Could it be... those bags are all antiques?Did Fang Ming pick it up from the stall?

All of them had weird expressions on their faces all of a sudden. If this is really the case, it would be too exaggerated, right?How long has it been, and you missed seven or eight antiques just by going out and turning around?

Wu Ze and the others had been out shopping for a long time, and Zheng Bai was lucky enough to buy one, but it was not worth much. I bought it for 4000 yuan, and the estimated value is at most 10000 to less than 20000. Meal money is not considered a leak.

"Ha! There is no way, you are not willing to transfer some antiques to me, so I can only pick them up by myself. I was lucky just now, I bought eight antiques, but they are not good things, I can only say that they are reluctant, The kind sold in the store."

Sell ​​it in a store?That is at least 10 or more!

"Fang Ming, how much did you spend?"

Wu Ze was cautious when he spoke, as if he was a thief. He was afraid that Fang Ming would make himself envious and jealous after answering, so he wanted not to ask, but that would also be itchy, and it would become like this when he had to speak out tone of voice.

Fang Ming turned to look at Jiang Wen, and said, "Wenwen, how much did we spend just now?"

(End of this chapter)