Rebirth to 80s: I Raised the World’s Richest Man

  Chapter 365 365 Who is slaughtered by whom (1)

   "You said you, aren't you all in the jade business now, what ghost market auction will you come to participate in?" Wen Yan was puzzled.

Chu Yang sighed and said in a bitter tone, "Did you forget that our house also has an auction house? The last auction was about to begin a year ago. If you refused to give me the chicken cup, I can only work harder. , I went shopping for some treasures by myself."

Listening to the bickering between the two, Jiang Mu quietly moved away from the two of them. He didn't know what was going on. He would be a Qing and noble young master when he heard the feast on weekdays. The other person is just a three-year-old child, making people dumbfounded.

  The ghost market is not big, there is only one road, and it is not long. At the end of the road, there is a hall with a small private auction site.

  The three of Jiang Mu and his party are really too young, too conspicuous among the crowd of people in their 40s, 50s, and even their 50s and 60s.

  There is no way, most of the people who play collection nowadays are successful in their careers, or else they are people who work in this area. Nike is the youngest person in his thirties.

   But Jiang Mu and the three of them, their faces are really tender, and the eyes of the surrounding vendors are shining.

  In this view, children from wealthy families came to play in the ghost market because they were curious about the ghost market.

  This kind of people who don’t know how to do it, that’s really great, one flicker, one accurate.

  At this moment, Jiang Mu, Wen Yan, and Chu Yang are three fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in everyone's eyes!

  If you kill it, you earn it!

   "Why do I feel something is wrong with my eyes?" Wen Yan asked in a low voice.

"It's normal. Look at so many people here, don't we say that there are under 20 years old, are there under 30 years old?" Chu Yang asked, "I am afraid that we are the children of the rich in the eyes of these people, the second generation ancestors who don't know anything. , Come here to throw money."

  Wen Yan, who came to such a place for the first time, was reminded by such a reminder, and he also wanted to understand.

   "But Jiang Mu, what are you so excited for?" Chu Yang was puzzled. Anyone who was underestimated would be a little unhappy, but instead of being unhappy on her face, she was eager to try.

  "The opportunity to make money is here, why are you unhappy? I also pointed to this trip to make money for the decoration of my yard!" She has bright apricot eyes and little Huya is even more cute.

   But Chuyang had some scalp numbness. He glanced at the stalls on both sides of the road, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

  The three of them started walking around randomly. Chu Yang was not really interested in these stalls. His goal was the auction inside, so he really just wandered around casually.

Wen Yan is a selective stroll. He is best at porcelain. In the ghost market, others regard them as fat sheep to be slaughtered. He naturally chooses his best and most reliable ones, otherwise , It is really very possible to pay tuition fees.

  Jiang Mu is different. She dabbles in everything. Moreover, her purpose today is very clear. It is to come over to earn renovation costs, so naturally no opportunity can be let go.

   Then, Jiang Mu started from the first booth.

  Although it is said to be a ghost market, there are not many authentic products. Jiang Mu is full of enthusiasm, but he feels a little shocked.

She stood in front of a stall and saw a dark pen holder in a corner. It was too dark at night. Even if there was a small light bulb on the stall, the light was really weak and pitiful. Know the situation.

  The stall owner saw Jiang Mu such a big fat sheep coming, and he had sharpened his knife, and he was ready to come up and give her a knife at any time to kill enough.

  There is another guest in front of the stall. The guest has taken a fancy to a root carving, and the boss has already shook hands with the other party to raise the price.

  The ghost market is different from the usual antique stalls. Whether it is an inquiry or bargaining, it is a private handshake and an agreement through gestures.

  On the way Jiang Mu was here, Chu Yang deliberately spread it to the two of them.

  She just glanced at the end of her eyes, and then continued to look at this small stall.

  The objects in this stall are relatively simple. They are all wood carvings. The wood carvings are of different shapes and woods. It's just that, at first glance, it looks very similar.

But in fact, they are all modern imitations, which are completely inferior to antiques. Although these wood carvings are very high-end, whether in shape or external wood, whether it is color or luster, they all look the same. Ah, but the imitations are imitations, and they can't hide from Jiang Mu's eyes.

  She picked up a Maitreya Buddha woodcarving at will. She can only say that the sword skills are still very good, and the shape is the same thing, but as long as you can feel it, this is not true.

  This kind of modern imitation does not have the sense of precipitation and long-lasting heaviness that has been baptized by long years.

  These things deceive those newcomers who have just entered the industry and have little knowledge.

"This guest, it’s not me. The wood carvings here are all old and old, and they are all master-level works. This is red sandalwood, this is huanghuali, this is boxwood, and they are all special. Precious wood carvings."

  The stall owner looked at Jiang Mu for a long time and refused to start, and finally couldn't help but start recommending it.

  Jiang Mu didn't refuse, and took the black pen holder that he had fancy at first.

  "This is an authentic red sandalwood carving. Look at the rocks, pine trees, pavilions, and canoes carved on the outer wall. The carvings are exquisite and lifelike." The stall owner praised unceremoniously.

  "Make a price." Jiang Mu pretended to be very knowledgeable.

  The stall owner can see at a glance that she is hard-wearing, and the price is even more rude if she stretches out the hand, the asking price is 1000 yuan!

  You know, this is 1989, even if the 1,000 yuan in 1989 is in the capital, it is almost a worker's salary for two months!

   Jiang Mu raised his eyebrows and cut half unceremoniously: 500.

  The stall owner's mouth twitched, but he didn't expect that this fat sheep was not so easy to slaughter, so it was cut in half at once.

   "900."

   "500."

  The stall owner is very aggrieved: 800!

   "500."

  Standing owner: "……"

  It’s not once or twice that he sets up a business in the ghost market. He has also met all kinds of customers, but he is really the first one to be such a persistent customer in front of him.

  This pen holder actually has no capital, it belongs to his family.

  He looked useless, just a batch of wood carvings, he just put them together, maybe someone will fancy this, regardless of whether it is 50 yuan or 100 yuan, you can sell as much as you want, anyway it is profitable.

  500 yuan has greatly exceeded his expectations, even without a little capital, net profit!

  Looking at the back of Jiang Mu leaving, he was very happy. It turned out to be a fat sheep, and he just slaughtered 500 yuan at random!

  After other stall owners saw it, it was called envy, jealousy, and hatred. It would be great if they were the one who just killed the fat sheep!

   However, in the following time, Jiang Mu was very kind to give everyone a chance.

  (End of this chapter)