Looking at the thing in front of him, Song Yan was amazed. If it was real, it would be worth a lot of money in the future.
Cao Zhang was quite professional; he had even prepared gloves. Song Yan put on the gloves and examined them carefully. Although she was an amateur, she still found the items to be exquisite.
A pair of blue and white porcelain double-eared vases, and a pair of blue and white porcelain jars. I just don't know if they're real.
Song Yan remained silent, listening to Cao Zhang's introduction. He said it was blue and white porcelain, sold by someone whose ancestors had held high-ranking official positions. The four items cost 1200 yuan.
In Song Yan's eyes: It's really dirt cheap!
Song Yan is valued at 2400.
It's not that Song Yan thought there were fewer fakes these days, or that she was betting she'd stumbled upon genuine goods. Rather, it's that she had plenty of food on hand.
Chu Shaowei opened a box containing several jade bracelets, a landscape jade pendant, a Pixiu jade pendant, a jade cabbage ornament, a jade landscape ornament, and a dragon and phoenix auspicious safety buckle.
"So beautiful!" Song Yan exclaimed inwardly. One pair of bracelets was a vibrant, smooth, and flawless emerald green, with a particularly beautiful luster. The other pair was probably made of mutton-fat jade, truly possessing a delicate, creamy texture.
Song Yan looked at the rest one by one, and as an outsider, she thought they were very beautiful.
These jade artifacts cost a total of over 300 yuan, plus 200 jin of grain.
Putting money aside, food is priceless when it comes to saving lives. Let's not talk about anything else.
The jade item is priced at eight hundred.
Cao Zhang said that Song Yan was very generous. He was so happy that it was hard to watch.
Kid, do you know how much these things were worth in 2000? How much were they worth in 2010? Don't even mention 2020.
"Do you know how much food all this money and stuff can buy? Can you even eat it all?" Song Yan wanted both the money and the stuff. But he was afraid that having so much stuff would attract attention and get Cao Zhang involved.
"You, you really have so much grain?" Actually, Cao Zhang put so much stuff here to tempt Song Yan to continue doing business with him.
If Song Yan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely call him an idiot. Doesn't he know how he dealt with Chu Shaowei? If he were to be tempted by the money and steal this thing, he would only have himself to cry about.
"Do you even know what year it is? Do you know what the situation is? How dare you make such a big move?" If this gets discovered, Cao Zhang won't be satisfied with just ten peanuts.
Song Yan really wanted these things, but he was afraid that his greed would cause Cao Zhang to die from overeating.
Cao Zhang thought for a moment. "If you really have that much grain, I'll definitely get it out of the country slowly within a year. Or I'll find someone to partner with." He could tell that Xiao Mu wanted a long-term partnership and didn't want to drag him into it. He felt relieved.
Cao Zhang and Xiao Mu were doing business, but they were also afraid. He didn't dare to refuse, nor did he want to refuse. He was always on edge.
"By the way, is there any ginseng left? The person I asked misjudged it. They said it was 30 years old! It's extremely rare to find one that's so old and in such good condition. They offered 100 yuan per piece. I gave away two pieces, so that doesn't count. I'll make up for the difference from the sale of the other three. The price is purely because you can't buy this stuff even if you have the money." Cao Zhang had no hope for the ginseng.
Back then, people earned about 20 yuan a month, which was equivalent to four months' salary. Let's assume the average monthly salary in later times is around 3000 yuan. Four months' salary would amount to 12,000 yuan; that ginseng should have been sold at a good price, right?
“I have ginseng. But I advise you to only sell two. Keep the rest; good things don’t come cheap,” Song Yan said.
Cao Zhang nodded in agreement. Song Yan then instructed him that the grain would not be weighed this time. The fewer people who knew, the better. Cao Zhang would receive the goods alone.
Count the sacks to calculate the weight. Each sack weighs over 200 jin (100 kg), with some reaching over 220 jin (110 kg). Each sack is calculated as 200 jin (100 kg).
The extra weight will be weighed and calculated after things calm down. Cao Zhang will find a way to donate the excess. Whether it goes to a welfare home or elderly people living alone is up to him. Song Yan joked that he couldn't possibly have been without malpractice in the black market. Consider it a way to accumulate good karma for himself.
…
Cao Zhang heard something else and once again felt that Song Yan was both a god of wealth and a jinx that could not be offended.
Chu Shaowei must have offended her to die! He received news that Chu Shaowei was crippled. Later, he saw someone carrying a bloodstained knife leaving his house, and he feared that Chu Shaowei had been murdered.
Cao Zhang was startled. With Chu Shaowei dead, his black market was bound to be contested, inevitably causing some commotion.
If we alert some departments...
Xiao Mu's warning makes sense!
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