Lao Bai waved to Zhang Fan and said, "Mr. Zhang Fan, I'm about to start a live broadcast. Do you think we should find a company to exhibit the treasures we got from the mountains?"
Zhang Fan also felt it was necessary. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, and even if he went to find buyers to sell it to, he might not be able to get the real price.
So, after finding a remote place, they took the RV out of the Tiandi Pawn Shop, and then Li Hongyu drove the car and took a few people leisurely to the center of the town!
This place is even closer to a modern city, with many roadside stalls. Zhang Fan parked the RV aside, took out a handmade carpet that had been in the cabinet for who knows how long, threw it on the side of the street, took out the jade, threw it away like cabbage, and sat on the curb.
When he appeared in the live broadcast room dressed like this, he immediately shocked Lao Bai's fans.
"Oh my god, isn't this Mr. Zhang Fan? I haven't heard from him for a while. He actually ran off to the south?"
"Has Mr. Zhang Fan fallen to such a low point that he has to sell things on the street? How funny! Didn't he make hundreds of millions by speculating in antiques before?"
"That's not right, Boss Bai, please move closer. This seems to be jade on the street stall, right? Such a large piece of top-quality jade is just thrown on the street stall like cabbage?"
"Have you looked carefully? This carpet used to pad the jade seems to be a handmade carpet. The patterns on it are all embroidered with silk. Isn't it too lavish? In the homes of tycoons, people would wear shoe covers to step on this thing. How could it be thrown on the roadside to pad the stones?"
My goodness, some ignorant people are mocking Zhang Fan for setting up a street stall!
People who knew the value of the goods almost bit their jaws off. A silk carpet worth one hundred thousand per square meter was thrown on the ground as a cushion for the stones. Placed on top were the finest jades that many people have spent their entire lives looking for. The smallest pieces were so big that they could only be broken by an ordinary person's fist. It was really scary to watch.
Li Hongyu was in a playful mood, so she found a few pieces of cardboard in the RV, marked prices of over 100,000 yuan on them, and threw them on the jades. At first glance, they looked exactly like the ones sold at a roadside stall.
There were some passers-by passing by, attracted by the color reaction of the jades in the sun, but when they saw the prices, they were shocked and did not even think of stopping to look, and hurried away.
When Lao Bai saw this scene, he realized that his thoughts were too natural.
How is it possible to sell such expensive jade on a street stall?
No wonder some auction houses require advance reservations when auctioning precious items, so that the wealthy can prepare in advance and gather these people together.
There is clearly no market for this!
"It seems like we won't be able to sell these stones today. We must not make such a mistake again next time. It's really embarrassing. I don't know how many fans I will lose today."
The boss sighed, he leaned over to take a look at the screen, and was almost scared to bite off his tongue!
Because unlike what he thought, many fans did not choose to unfollow him. Instead, the number of followers soared by more than one million in just ten minutes!
Moreover, the comment section was filled with red, and some people had already quoted a price and wanted to buy the stone.
It’s just that Lao Bai never paid attention to what was said in the comment section, which made these people so angry that they sent gifts like crazy, almost filling up the screen.
"Everyone, we are now in the tourist town at the foot of Shenjian Mountain in the south. If you are interested in buying these jades, you can come immediately. We will stay here for a few hours. Whether you can buy them depends on fate."
Lao Bai said this casually, and immediately people started to rush here!
Zhang Fan remained calm from beginning to end, because he knew that his fame was still there, and everything he took out was of top quality. People who really knew the goods would choose to buy them immediately!
So he was not in a hurry, and even took out his mobile phone and sat there playing.
Lao Bai was bored, so he left his phone behind and went to live stream with Jasmine. The two of them wandered around the streets and alleys, while Li Hongyu was taking a nap in the RV.
Only Hua Yueying took out a folding table from the RV, made a pot of tea for Zhang Fan, and sat on a small stool to watch the video with Zhang Fan. From time to time, they both laughed out loud at the same time, looking like a husband and wife who followed each other's lead, which was enviable.
While he was enjoying the rare time setting up the stall, a figure suddenly came up to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan looked up in confusion and saw a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was standing aside with a kind smile on his face, rubbing his hands.
"Mr. Zhang Fan? Can I have a word with you?"
Zhang Fan handed the phone to Hua Yueying and looked at the middle-aged man in confusion. "Do you want to talk to me about something? Have we never met before?"
The middle-aged man took a step aside. Behind him followed a bodyguard, who was very strong and carried a long leather suitcase in his hands. The suitcase seemed very heavy. The bodyguard was obviously struggling to carry it with both hands.
Zhang Fan blinked. There was nothing attractive about this middle-aged man, but he felt a familiar aura from the suitcase.
It was the aura of the sword bound by chains that day when he used the art of observing qi to see the scene inside Shushan.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, I am the real estate developer who contacted you this morning. I am actually an outer disciple of Shushan. I came here to fulfill the elders' agreement. Do you think we can talk further?"
The middle-aged man introduced himself.
Zhang Fan nodded in understanding: "So, you are the person that Shushan Sect left outside to do the work. Okay, let me go around with you!"
Zhang Fan stood up, filled the teapot with water first, waited to come back and drink tea later, then leisurely followed the middle-aged man to a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle parked on the side of the road.
Zhang Fan opened the car door and sat in. The space of this business car was a bit small, not as spacious as his RV, but it exuded a sense of luxury everywhere. Although small, it had everything.
The middle-aged man also got on the car. Seeing Zhang Fan's calm look, he said bluntly: "Mr. Zhang Fan, I came to you specially this time just to give you this sword. By the way, I have a question for the elder."
Zhang Fan placed his eyes on the suitcase and nodded his chin slightly: "Is this the treasure your elders talked about? It seems a little different from what I saw that day!"
The middle-aged man said cheerfully, "This is a precious sword left behind by a super-powerful man from Mount Shu before he ascended to heaven. The sword spirit of this sword was mostly destroyed by the thunderbolt at that time, leaving only the unwilling thoughts. That's why it was locked in the sword-washing pool. It has been a thousand years."
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