"Yes, do you have the actual product? Which city are you in? I want to come and see the product."

"Yecheng."

"Hello, fellow countryman, I'm also from Yecheng. Is this afternoon available? Let's make an appointment."

"Can you take a video? I don't want to show my face."

"You don't have to take the photo. I respect your opinion."

"Okay, at 3pm at Cuishan Cafe on Yunzhong Road. My last name is Yun."

"Hello, Miss Yun, my name is Song Tengyuan, let's meet at three o'clock."

After contacting Song Tengyuan, Yun Shudai sent a text message to He Wan, packed some clothes, and packed two bottles of Moutai from the 1970s for her father, preparing to meet Song Tengyuan and then go back to her parents.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Yun Shudai wore a very ordinary sportswear, a hat and a mask and went to Cuishan Cafe.

She arrived early, but unexpectedly Song Tengyuan arrived even earlier.

"It's Miss Yun, I'm Song Tengyuan."

"Hello, Mr. Song. This is an abacus, take a look." Yun Shu didn't expect Song Tengyuan to be so young. He looked to be only in his twenties.

The two of them were in a private room, and they took out the abacus and asked him to appraise it and see what price he could offer.

Song Tengyuan has been dealing with old objects for many years, and as soon as he saw the abacus, he knew he would make a small profit this time.

Yun Shudai said, "This abacus is from the Nationalist period. It has been passed down for three or four generations, and it is made of huanghuali wood." Song Tengyuan looked at it for half an hour. Yun Shudai was already a little impatient. She thought to herself that this person was too meticulous about something worth one or two thousand yuan. She was thinking that if it didn't work out, she would not sell it. Then Song Tengyuan directly compared the price to her: "Miss Yun, I'll give you this price. Do you think it's okay?"

"Is this a thousand?"

Song Tengyuan laughed: "Miss Yun is joking, the most I can give you is 100,000."

Yun Shudai almost choked on her own saliva: "How much do you want to give?"

"One hundred thousand, that's the most I can take out. This is also a small business, a college student starting a business. Miss Yun, please support me. If you sell this abacus, you can only get 110,000."

Yun Shudai calmed her excited heart subtly and said, "It's too little. I'd better find someone else." Then she was about to put away the abacus.

Song Tengyuan quickly pressed the button. He had only been in this circle for more than a year and was still an amateur. He had not yet graduated from university. His account had gradually improved because he bought a car from the 1970s from a classmate and it became a hot topic. He collected some old items from that era, such as towels, kerosene lamps, food stamps, enamel pots, flashlights, and Red Army cotton-padded jackets.

During his live broadcasts, he usually sold some snacks from the old days. Although his business was good and he had saved some money, he had just withdrawn 100,000 yuan from his account yesterday. He really didn't have any more money, but he couldn't bear to part with such good things: "Miss Yun, let's discuss it again."

"One hundred thousand is definitely not enough." Yun Shudai was unsure. She didn't know that this abacus with gold edges was so valuable. She thought it could only be sold for three thousand yuan at most. After all, it was made of gold and huanghuali.

"Well, well. One hundred and twenty thousand, that's the actual price I offer."

Yun Shudai searched online and found that the most expensive abacus currently sold at auction for 190,000 yuan, and it was also made of huanghuali.

My own has gold rims: "No, at least two hundred thousand."

"How many?"

(End of this chapter)