"So, what are your opinions, the four of you?" Chairman Qi asked, seeing that they had all looked at the document.
"Did the instrument detect any problems?" an expert asked, looking up as he held the goods in his hand.
"No, there are no artificial traces. After being magnified to the maximum extent, the surface shows slight bumps and depressions, rather than being absolutely flat and smooth."
"This proves that the item has not been polished," Chairman Qi added.
"Then what else is there to look at? It's basically safe to say that this is all-natural," the expert asserted directly.
The others exchanged glances and nodded in unison.
Then you won't be able to find any problems, and even if the final answer is outrageous, it will still be true.
Even if they find it hard to believe, they have to admit that this piece is completely natural, the kind that only comes along once in a century.
Hearing this, Old Wang was clearly furious; his face turned reddish-purple. However, he couldn't refute anything, so he could only turn his head to the side and sulk.
He's completely lost face today. He never imagined that after living most of his life, he would be insulted like this by a junior, and what's worse, he couldn't even refute it.
"Alright, alright, in that case, thank you all for your hard work. I'll talk to the young man alone now. You can go downstairs and take a look at the other goods," Chairman Qi said, clearing the area.
"Okay, we'll be going now."
After saying that, the five experts left the room, leaving only Chen Feng behind.
As the experts were about to leave, Chen Feng politely saw them off with a smile.
"Take care, everyone... experts~"
Chen Feng deliberately lengthened the last two words slightly.
This was a perfectly normal statement, and the four experts simply nodded and responded in a matter-of-fact manner.
They not only didn't see anything wrong with it, but also thought the young man was quite polite.
Unfortunately, only one of these experts turned red in the face and gasped for breath upon hearing this.
Who the hell are you mocking here? Do you think I can't hear your sarcastic tone?
Old Wang slammed the door shut one last time, a display of impotent rage.
The door slammed shut, startling Chairman Qi so much that he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
Chen Feng sat down as if nothing had happened, and didn't forget to complain, "What kind of person is he? He has no manners at all."
"Alright, young man, you've really given him a good scolding today. I bet his blood pressure is already high. It's not easy for someone his age to be scolded by a junior like that." Chairman Qi sat down and chuckled.
"He asked for it," Chen Feng scoffed.
"Alright, let's talk about the goods then. What's your bottom price for that piece of gold?"
President Qi inquired.
"How much do you think is appropriate?" Chen Feng didn't answer, but asked in return.
"I think it's best not to set the price too high. This kind of gold is more for collection. People buy it to put in their offices or homes to symbolize wealth."
“If the price is too high, it will easily go unsold. Your piece of gold is probably worth two million eight hundred thousand, so let’s just set it at three million. What do you think?”
President Qi looked at Chen Feng and said.
"Alright, let's do it the way Chairman Qi wishes, three hundred it is." Chen Feng said with a smile.
"So, what's your starting price for this little thing?" Chairman Qi asked again.
"What do you mean?" Chen Feng didn't answer, but smiled and looked at Chairman Qi.
Chairman Qi laughed upon seeing this, and took a deep breath to think, "This piece is indeed rare and precious, but in the end, it's just a small piece of gold and silver. If it were a companion crystal, I can't even imagine its value."
"Moreover, these kinds of things have very poor liquidity. Unlike calligraphy and paintings by famous people, which are recognized by everyone, only those who particularly like them will buy them to collect. There is basically no value in reselling them at auction."
"My suggestion is to start with 500,000."
Chen Feng knew that what Chairman Qi said made sense. Famous calligraphy, paintings and antiques are worth tens of millions of yuan, but that is the value given by people.
If people don't approve of this product, no one will buy it or take over, so it naturally won't become expensive.
That's the problem with this item.
It is indeed rare and uncommon, but how many people are willing to spend money to buy it and take it home? In the end, it's because there are too few people who collect minerals.
"One hundred, take it or leave it. If nobody wants it, I'll keep it for myself," Chen Feng said firmly after a moment's thought.
"Alright, it's settled then. The auction commission is three percent of the transaction amount. Young man, you know that, right?" Chairman Qi couldn't help but say.
"I know." Chen Feng nodded; he understood this rule.
"That's good. You can come to the auction on the day of the event or not; it's up to you."
"Then you'll sign two contracts in a bit, and that will officially mark it as consigned to my auction house."
President Qi explained the process.
“Sure, I’ll come that day. I’ve never been to an auction before,” Chen Feng said with a smile.
"That's what I suggested too. Most consignment buyers will come to the site to see for themselves. It's quite interesting to watch their items being bid on and snatched up by others," Chairman Qi said with a frank smile.
The two chatted for a while longer. Chen Feng signed the contract, then said goodbye to Chairman Qi and left, making an appointment with Chairman Qi that he would definitely come to see him that day.
Back in the Wuling van, Chen Feng instinctively wanted to go straight home, but after thinking about it, he first navigated to a pastry shop.
Thanks to Xia Yingying's help, I was able to sell the goods. Otherwise, I would have been holding onto them without knowing who to sell them to.
The pastry shops in the provincial capital are just different. Putting aside whether they taste good or not, the prices are outrageous.
The same item was one-third more expensive than the one in the hills.
However, the presentation and packaging have also improved.
After buying nearly 300 yuan worth of goods, Chen Feng carried them back to his car.
Chen Feng casually opened a box of pastries and tasted a piece.
Chen Feng savored the sweet and soft pastry as it entered his mouth.
Most importantly, this dessert isn't too sweet, it's really delicious, and the only downside is that it's expensive.
Of course, the high price isn't its problem; it's Chen Feng's problem.
"Damn it, who invented this stuff? It's fucking delicious."
Chen Feng, still wanting more, took out another piece before driving towards the villa.
As Chen Feng was leaving, he saw that familiar traffic policeman again.
Chen Feng kept his distance from him this time, afraid of being stopped again.
Speaking of which, Chairman Qi even deducted my commission. He should have reimbursed me for this traffic violation. It's such a waste of three hundred yuan.
When Chen Feng returned to the villa, Lin Nian had already come back and was sitting at the door smoking.
"Why aren't you going inside?" Chen Feng asked as he parked the car, got out, and carried his things.
"I just got back. I'm going to have a smoke outside. I've been holding it in in the car," Lin Nian said, taking a drag.
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