Chu Yinghao and his son counted the money they had on them, a total of two hundred and fifty yuan and one cent, which was not a good number at all.
The little man slapped his thigh and decided to be a good person. He gave Yinghao and his son another two dollars off, making it two hundred and forty-eight dollars.
After receiving the money, the short man stuffed the vase into Chu Dahai's arms and said, "There's a good antique shop called Shangpin Antiques. The owner has a good eye. You can take your things there to try. Remember, don't ask for less than 20,000 yuan, otherwise they will think you are an amateur."
After giving these instructions, the little man and his accomplices quickly disappeared into the night.
Chu Yinghao and his son were still immersed in the sweet dream of making a fortune. They couldn't believe it, but the vase was really in their arms.
"Dahai, get up early tomorrow and let's go take a look at this Shangpin antique first," Chu Yinghao quickly made a plan.
The father and son were thinking about getting rich, so they decided to sell the vase quickly. They were afraid that if the vase was left at Chu's father's house, Chu's father would see it and rush to make a fortune.
The father and son were hiding something secretly. Mr. and Mrs. Chu had long been accustomed to their mischief, so they ignored them and continued to make breakfast at home and take care of Mr. and Mrs. Chu as usual.
Chu Yinghao and his son watched their father go to work and their mother go to the park before they went out with their things.
The father and son asked the concierge where the Shangpin antiques were and then went straight there.
All antique transactions are carried out on Antique Street, where there are shops of all sizes, and Shangpin Antiques is one of them.
The boss looks very gentle, in his forties, smiling, like a Bodhisattva who brings wealth through harmony.
Seeing that no one was in the store, Chu Yinghao took out a vase and showed it to the boss, saying, "I just bought this."
The boss' eyes widened. After putting on gloves, he played with the bottle carefully and used a magnifying glass to observe the pattern on it.
After studying it for a long time, the boss put down the bottle and said, "Gentlemen, if you are sincere about selling it, please give me a price."
Chu Yinghao had been staring at the boss eagerly, waiting for him to say this, "Twenty thousand yuan, not a penny less."
The boss looked up in dissatisfaction. "You're too knowledgeable, aren't you? This vase only sells for 28,000 or 29,000 yuan in the market, and you're asking such a high price? How am I going to make any profit? We all have families to support. Can you give me a little discount?"
When Chu Yinghao heard that the vase could really be sold for 20,000 yuan, he was ecstatic for a moment. He pretended to be thinking, "Okay then! This is our first time doing business, and more friends mean more opportunities. I'll sell these two vases for an auspicious sum of 18,800 yuan. How about that?"
The boss agreed without hesitation, and the speed was so fast that Chu Yinghao felt a little regretful, thinking that he might have given up too much profit.
However, thinking that after this order was completed, he would have both a purchasing channel and a selling channel, and he would just have to quietly collect the difference, Chu Yinghao felt that selling for a little less money was nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the two parties completed the transaction, the money and goods were settled, and Chu Yinghao and his son left the antique street with a huge sum of money. They felt dizzy when they walked, as if they were dreaming.
"Dad, it looks like it's time for us to get rich. This money comes so quickly and easily," Chu Dahai sighed. "The boss even told us to sell our goods to him when we have them. I think we should find a place to have a few drinks now and then go buy some goods tonight."
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