Becoming rich starts with a street stall

Back at the antique shop, Chen Dong called Liang Jing and Zhang Ru over.

"You two look at this Tang Sancai."

You must know that both of them are high-achieving students in the Department of Archaeology at Jingzhou University, and I believe they should be able to see that they are fakes.

Chen Dong was stunned only after checking.

The two insisted that the Tang Sancai was genuine, and asked Chen Dong where the Tang Sancai came from.

Of course, Chen Dong couldn't tell two people that it was the fake in the original store, only that he had just bought it.

But it was too coincidental. The boss went out with a fake and came back and became real.

"Brother Dong, don't you go to another store to make adjustments to others, right?"

Wei Jun said.

"Go to your uncle, people are all idiots, let me adjust the package, this is not an auction right away, I will go outside to see if I can find the treasure, let alone, I bought this Tang Sancai for 5 million ."

Several people looked at Chen Dong incredulously.

This is too nonsense. Anyone in the flea market is not a human being. Everyone knows how the value of this thing can be sold for five million.

After getting the affirmative answer, Chen Dong was secretly happy.

Now there is nothing to be auctioned in Zhengzhou. Now it is done. As long as there is an advanced reset, it becomes real. Doesn't that mean the rhythm of making a fortune?

But think about it, Chen Dong still has no bottom, the fake is fake after all, if any porcelain is printed with Beijing Welcome You, it will be troublesome.

Chen Dong put Tang Sancai in the shop and left the antique shop.

"How do I feel that the boss is mysterious," Liang Jing said.

"I have this feeling too, the boss is suddenly so strange."

"Okay, okay, the phone rang again, pick up the phone quickly."

"Brother Dong asked you to find someone, where did you find it? Hurry up and find someone to answer the phone. I'm exhausted."

Chen Dong went out of the shop and came to the Beiqiang antique shop again.

Wang Beiqiang was also very happy to see Chen Dong go and return.

"Boss Wang, didn't you say that you want to participate in the auction? Do you have anything you can tell?"

Wang Beiqiang pointed to a brocade box on the counter and said, "I'm not going to find you. Look at my set of purple clay pots. It's a very old one. It's definitely a fun thing.

Chen Dong glanced at it and smiled: "How much do you think this thing is worth?"

Wang Beiqiang: "How can it be worth 800,000 yuan? If those big people are optimistic, they can sell for at least one million yuan."

Puff, Chen Dong couldn't help being happy.

"Boss Wang, do you think I spent tens of millions on an auction to sell this stuff?"

After Chen Dong finished speaking, Wang Beiqiang was also slightly embarrassed.

"Boss Chen, wait for me, I still have a treasure in my house, I'll go back and get it."

While Wang Beiqiang went home to pick up things, Chen Dong also looked at him in his shop.

Suddenly a wooden bed attracted Chen Dong's attention.

"What is this stuff?"

Chen Dong pointed to the wooden bed and asked the clerk.

Clerk: "Boss Chen, this was collected by our boss from the junk market some time ago. It cost a small 200,000 yuan, red sandalwood."

No matter what happened, Chen Dong entered the system to evaluate the price of this wooden bed, and the result was almost a few hundred thousand.

Is this for sale?

Chen Dong asked.

"Sell it. The price originally sold in the store is 300,000 yuan. If you want to buy it, you should discuss the price with our boss in person. I guess he can't ask you more."

While the two were chatting, Wang Beiqiang walked back to the store holding a calligraphy and painting.

"Boss Chen, this calligraphy and painting are handed down from my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. This is the real work of Wang Xizhi."

After finishing speaking, carefully spread the calligraphy and painting on a square table.

"Quick Snow and Clear Posts"!

Chen Dong has an impression of this calligraphy and painting, and seems to have seen it on the Internet.

"You can really fool you, this is obviously a copy."

Chen Dong pretended to look at it for a while and said.

After Chen Dong finished speaking, Wang Beiqiang's face flushed.

"I know, but even the copy is worth a lot, at least for some years, otherwise my grandpa's grandpa's grandpa would not be regarded as a treasure."

Chen Dong smiled: "Boss Wang, do you know the characteristics of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy? One very important reason why Wang Xizhi can become a book saint is that he can inherit the past. The reason why he can push cursive script to a new height , Because he is good at seal and regular script, and is committed to the development of cursive script. He is proficient in all the writing styles of the real cursive seal, so he can sum up all his previous experience and advantages in writing styles. For him to use, take the essence and discard the dross, so that his brushwork has become a master of all the calligraphy styles of cursive scriptures."

Wang Beiqiang: "I know what you said."

Chen Dong: "If you know it, it's easy. Look at what style is used in this calligraphy and painting? It's completely cursive. Is this Wang Xizhi's style?"

Wang Beiqiang: "Since it is a copy, it must be written by Wang Xizhi in cursive."

Chen Dong: "Why don't you understand? I mean that there is a problem with the copy itself. Can you say it is worth money?"

With that said, Chen Dong also secretly entered the system to check the estimate given by the system.

"Fuck!"

Chen Dong was shocked when he got the result.

Two hundred million!

What does it mean?

This means that what Wang Beiqiang is holding is the real thing.

Let Chen Dong say something, Wang Beiqiang felt no bottom.

"Boss Chen, even if it is copied, it can sell for several million, right?"

Chen Dong nodded: "When will this point be sold at my auction, but some won’t be on the countertop. Let’s sell it to me. I’ll go back and promote it to the auction. Give it a try."

Hearing that Chen Dong wanted to buy, Wang Beiqiang hesitated.

He did see the original calligraphy and painting on the Internet before, and sold 230 million yuan at the Xiangjiang auction.It’s not bad that this copy can sell for several million.

Seeing Wang Beiqiang hesitated, Chen Dong went on to say: "Boss Wang, with all due respect, there is not much room for appreciation of this calligraphy and painting of yours if you keep it in your hands. If you want me to say, I might as well just sell and expand your antique shop. I just watched it a while ago, and you said that there is no good thing in your store?"

Wang Beiqiang gritted his teeth: "You can sell it, but don't talk about it for less than 5 million."

Chen Dong smiled: "You are your own people and want to make a lot of money. It seems that we are all neighbors in the neighborhood. I accept it, but let's say it. If I look back, if I sell it at the auction at a high price, don't you Jealous."

Wang Beiqiang: "Don’t worry, boss Chen, since we sold it to you, we will have both money and goods. As for how much you can sell, that’s your business. Even if you sell 100 million, that’s your job. We all understand this rule. ."

Chen Dong laughed. He didn't expect this Wang Beiqiang to understand the truth, but if this calligraphy and painting really sold for a sky-high price, he would have regretted his intestines.