Chapter 69 Earn 300,000
Lin Sanqi nodded heavily and promised:
"Don't worry, Third Uncle. I know the rules and won't embarrass you. But you have to tell me a minimum price. How much is it usually worth?"
Third Uncle looked at the clock again:
"My personal target price is 300,000 yuan. If it's above 300,000 yuan, you can sell it. Of course, if the buyer really likes it, the price may be higher. After all, money can't buy what you love. But Boss Zhang is a businessman and he wants to resell it, so the price won't be too high."
Lin Sanqi thought, 300,000, my God, with 300,000, I can buy a low-end Lexus car, it’s enough. To put it bluntly, it’s just exchanged for 100 kilograms of rice.
Boss Zhang may make a small profit, but he will definitely not lose money.
Half an hour later, Boss Zhang who was on the phone arrived. After a few pleasantries, the two sides sat down.
Lin Sanqi observed that Boss Zhang had a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around his left wrist, a thick gold bracelet on his right that sparkled and blinded the eyes, and a yellow plate hanging on his chest. He didn't know whether it was Huangtian jade or amber.
In short, he is a nouveau riche in the antique city.
Boss Zhang is also a professional player. After seeing the clock, he immediately touched it up and down with his hands, then nodded and said:
"Yes, it is indeed an item from the late Qing Dynasty. The age is correct. Little brother, I want to take a look inside the clock. Is that okay?"
Antique clocks and watches should not only be appraised by their appearance, but also by the parts inside.
If the parts are new, the watch will be worth almost nothing; if some of the parts are modern aftermarket parts, the value will be greatly reduced.
The best case scenario is that everything is original, no parts have been replaced, and the watch can still work. This is the most valuable.
Lin Sanqi had brought this thing from 1959. It was something from over 60 years ago, so naturally there wouldn't be any parts swapped. So he made a generous gesture of invitation:
"Boss Zhang, go ahead and check it out."
Boss Zhang had a smile on his face, but his hands were not slow at all. He opened a tool kit he carried with him, spread it out on the table, and then started to dismantle the clock.
After a long time, Boss Zhang took off his clip-on magnifying glasses, let out a light breath, then picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.
"Young man, Ah Fu and I have been friends for many years. To be honest, this French palace clock is indeed an old item, and the parts inside are also original. However, a piece of the mask glass is missing, and there are some small scratches here, so the condition is not perfect."
Lin Sanqi knew that only a genuine buyer would find fault, so he nodded in a sophisticated manner.
"Boss Zhang, you're my great-uncle's friend, and by rights, my elder. This clock is also an heirloom, well-preserved throughout this special era. If I weren't so strapped for cash, I wouldn't be willing to sell it.
How about this, you name a price, and if it's right, I'll sell it, saving me another trip to the auction house, where fees are quite high and the turnaround time is long. If the price isn't right, I'll look for other buyers."
Third uncle Lin Fu raised his eyebrows, thinking that everyone said that the boy from Lin Musen's family was honest, but it turned out that he was also a big talker.
Boss Zhang thought that he had failed to scare the boy, and there was an experienced old fox watching him, so he decided not to lower the price too much.
"How about this, I'll take the 250,000."
Lin Sanqi thought, this hasn't reached the bottom line that Uncle San said. It seems that Boss Zhang is also a profiteer. What else can I say?
"No less than 500,000!"
Northerners are straightforward in doing business, and they might have already turned the table and walked away at this point, feeling that the other party was not giving them face.
But people from the south like to bargain, compromise and slowly negotiate prices when doing business.
In the end, the two parties reached a deal at 320,000, which was a little above the bottom line. After both parties signed the contract, 320,000 in cash was transferred to Lin Sanqi's bank card.
Boss Zhang was quite happy. If he could add a glass to the clock and patch up the gap, and find a buyer who was interested in it, it would be no problem to sell it for 500,000 or 600,000 yuan.
Lin Sanqi was also excited. The broken clock that he had been planning to throw away as trash was actually sold at a high price. This was truly an unexpected surprise.
If this wasn't a novel focusing on medicine, purchasing porcelain, stamps, rosewood, and the like in 1959 would definitely be the best way to make money after traveling back to 1959, and it would be the kind of thing that would make you rich overnight.
After Boss Zhang left, Lin Sanqi transferred the required 6,400 yuan to his uncle's card, and then prepared to go home happily.
But the Third Uncle stopped him and reminded him earnestly:
"Qizi, the antique business is very complicated. You must be more careful in the future. Don't make a move if you are not sure. Do you understand?"
Lin Sanqi chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Third Uncle. I'm studying medicine and I don't plan to do antique business in the future. This is just a coincidence."
The old man then waved his hand with satisfaction and said, "It's easy to pick up girls if you have money. Go ahead and have more children to add more to the Lin family."
Lin Sanqi thought that the old man changed his expression so quickly. He was quite serious just now, but now he is smiling?
"Third uncle, I think you can do it too. Ask Third aunt to give birth to another uncle for me."
"Wow, you punk, making fun of your uncle, looking at the shoes~~~"
Since we have accepted the benefits from the Pan family, Pan’s father’s illness has to be put first. People in Dongguan always keep their promises.
Huadu Eighth Hospital
Huadu No. 8 Hospital is a specialized hospital for infectious diseases and a designated hospital for tuberculosis.
After Lin Sanqi got off the Didi, he looked at the majestic hospital building in front of him with indescribable envy and discomfort in his eyes.
If that incident hadn't happened, I would have either put on a white coat and become a doctor that everyone envied, or I would have started my postgraduate studies soon, and my girlfriend wouldn't have broken up with me.
As a result, I have now become an "unemployed vagrant" and my life path has completely changed.
Sighing, Lin Sanqi took the cup containing Pan's father's sputum, shrank his neck and walked into the hospital, afraid of being seen by acquaintances.
Tuberculosis drugs cannot be bought in pharmacies and require a doctor's prescription, so Lin Sanqi had to go to a designated infectious disease hospital.
As soon as he entered the hospital, Lin Sanqi was so lucky that he heard someone calling him from behind:
"Hey, Lin Sanqi? It's really you."
Lin Sanqi turned around and saw a familiar face waving at him among several people in white coats passing by. It was his college senior Xu Kaicheng.
What you fear will come to you.
Lin Sanqi smiled awkwardly and waved: "Senior Xu, what a coincidence!"
Xu Kaicheng whispered a few words to several young doctors who were traveling with him, then walked over quickly. In an instant, those people all looked at Lin Sanqi with strange eyes.
Lin Sanqi wished he could find a crack to crawl into.
Originally he should have been one of these people, but now he has become an outsider.
"Lin Sanqi, why are you here at the Eighth Hospital?"
(End of this chapter)
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