Yun Shudai quickly sent him a picture of an abacus: "This is an old item from a friend's family. It has been passed down for generations. It's made of huanghuali wood and inlaid with gold pieces. Would you like to buy it?"
"Yes, do you have the actual product? Which city are you in? I'd like to come and see the goods in person."
"Ye City".
"Hello, fellow townsman, I'm also from Yecheng. How about this afternoon? Let's meet somewhere."
"Can you make videos? I don't want to show my face."
"You don't have to film it, I respect your opinion."
"Okay, at 3 PM at Cuishan Cafe on Yunzhong Road. My surname is Yun."
"Hello, Miss Yun, my name is Song Tengyuan. See you at three o'clock."
After contacting Song Tengyuan, Yun Shudai sent a text message to He Wan, packed a few clothes, and even packed two bottles of 1970s Moutai for her father. She planned to go back to her parents' place after meeting with Song Tengyuan.
Around 2 PM, Yun Shudai, dressed in ordinary sportswear, wearing a hat and a mask, went to Cuishan Cafe.
Unexpectedly, she arrived early, but Song Tengyuan arrived even earlier.
"You must be Miss Yun. I am Song Tengyuan."
"Hello, Mr. Song. Here's an abacus, please take a look." Yun Shu was surprised that Song Tengyuan was so young; he looked to be only in his early twenties.
The two were in a private room. The woman took out her abacus and asked him to appraise it so she could see what price he could offer.
Song Tengyuan has been dealing with old objects for many years, and as soon as he saw this abacus, he knew that he was going to make a small profit this time.
Yun Shudai said from the side, "This abacus is from the Republican era, it has been passed down for three or four generations, and it is made of rosewood."
Song Tengyuan examined it for a full half hour, and Yun Shudai was already getting a little impatient. She thought to herself that this man was being too meticulous about something worth only a thousand or two thousand yuan. Just as she was thinking of not selling it to him if it wasn't worth it, Song Tengyuan simply showed her a price: "Miss Yun, I'll give you this price, is that acceptable?"
"This...is a thousand?"
Song Tengyuan laughed heartily: "Miss Yun is joking. I can only give you 100,000 at most."
Yun Shudai almost choked on her own saliva: "How much did you say you'd give?"
"100,000...that's the most I can come up with. This is a small business, a college student starting a business. Miss Yun, please support me. If you sell this abacus, you'll only get 110,000."
Yun Shudai subtly calmed her agitated heart and said, "That's too few. I'll find more people." As she spoke, she was about to put the abacus away.
Song Tengyuan quickly stopped him. He had only been in this circle for a little over a year and was still an amateur. He hadn't even graduated from university yet. He had only recently started to gain popularity after he bought a car from the 1970s from a classmate, which made his account trend on social media. He had collected some old items from that era, such as towels, kerosene lamps, ration coupons, enamel mugs, flashlights, and even Red Army cotton-padded jackets.
During his live streams, he sells vintage snacks. Business is good, and he has saved some money. He just withdrew 100,000 yuan from his account yesterday. He really doesn't have any more than that. But he really can't bear to part with such good stuff: "Miss Yun, let's discuss it again."
"100,000 is definitely not enough." Yun Shudai was not sure either. She didn't know that this abacus with gold trim was so valuable. She thought it would sell for at most 3,000 yuan, after all, it was made of gold and rosewood.
"Well... well. 120,000, that's my honest offer."
Yun Shudai searched online and found that the most expensive abacus she had ever bought at auction had sold for 190,000 yuan; it was also made of huanghuali wood.
"Mys even has a gold rim," he said. "No, at least 200,000."
"How many?"
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