Those porcelains that originally looked very exquisite actually disappointed her. They were worth only tens of thousands of yuan, but she only got a hundred yuan. She got thousands of yuan for a dozen pieces of porcelain.
No wonder Cheng Fusheng threw it on the ground so casually.
However, the messy and broken furniture gave her a little surprise.
The thing itself is no longer worth anything. After all, it has no value and is not practical.
But these things are made of good materials, such as huanghuali and red sandalwood. They were sold decades later. At that time, there was no shortage of rich people, but there was a shortage of these good materials.
I sold this pile of junk for nearly 10,000 yuan, so it was not a wasted trip.
In the end, those few inconspicuous little things actually gave Gu Qinghuan a great surprise.
There were a few black, stone-like bricks, covered with dust and cobwebs. Gu Qinghuan didn't even recognize what they were and just threw them all in.
As a result, the words on the screen directly broke down Gu Qinghuan's defense.
Qing Dynasty, Fushou inkstone, estimated price: 2 million.
Qing Dynasty, inkstone with a dragon on the ground and a picture of a child teaching him, estimated price: 3.08 million.
Qing Dynasty, Qianlong Duan inkstone, estimated price: 500,000.
My goodness, just these three bricks are enough to match all the items previously put on the shelf.
Gu Qinghuan hesitated for a few seconds, then decisively put it on the shelf and sold it.
In fact, this level of inkstone is really rare, but she was so short of money at the moment that she had to weigh the pros and cons and finally chose to sell it.
She probably hoped that they could find owners who would not let them be covered in dust. On the contrary, she herself had no hobby of collecting these things, so there was no use in leaving them there.
Gu Qinghuan puts the products directly on the shelves according to the estimated price.
I thought something this expensive would take some time to sell, but surprisingly, someone bought it right away as soon as it was put on the shelf. It only took me a second to think about it.
Moreover, the person who bid for these three inkstones was from the same account.
Another 55,800 yuan has been deposited.
It was already twelve o'clock in the evening when Gu Qinghuan put the last box of books on the shelf.
As soon as I woke up, I rushed to see the vending machine.
It has been cleared.
This batch of goods brought her a total profit of 123,520 yuan.
According to her previous idea, if she took out thirty percent of the money and gave it to Cheng Fusheng as payment for the goods, that would be thirty-seven thousand, and she would still have thirty thousand left, which was enough to renovate the two houses.
I finally felt relieved.
Thirty-seven thousand yuan, enough to fill two bags. When Cheng Fusheng received the money, he was shocked.
You have to know that what Gu Qinghuan took away were all worthless junks, and he didn't care about them at all.
Thirty-seven thousand. It would take him several years to earn that much in the black market, especially since he needs to support his people.
"Give me too much!"
"Not much. The other stuff is really not worth much, but there are a few inkstones in there. They are all good things with provenance. They are worth the price."
Cheng Fusheng racked his brains for several times but couldn't remember if there was an inkstone among the pile of things he had.
Niu Zhuang suddenly interrupted and said, "I know. It was that year when you took pity on an old man and gave him a bag of rice, and he exchanged it for those bricks, oh no, inkstones!"
Cheng Fusheng recalled that this was indeed the case. It was the coldest time of winter, and on his way home from collecting bills, he met an old man and his little grandson selling things on the road.
There were three brick-like objects on the ground, with the words "Inkstone in exchange for food" written on them.
The old man had beautiful calligraphy skills. Seeing that the old man and the children were sympathetic, he asked Niu Zhuang to give them a bag of rice. These three inkstones were forced upon him by the old man.
Curry left it in the hands of others for the past two years and never took care of it. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a good thing. He was wrong.
Gu Qinghuan had never imagined that these three inkstones had such an origin. He must have come from a very good family, but was unlucky and fell into misfortune.
"Even if it's a good thing, it's not worth so much money. Five thousand is enough, and you can take the rest of the money back." Under Niu Zhuang's eager gaze, Cheng Fusheng said leisurely.
Niu Zhuang suddenly became like a deflated ball. When did the old lady become so fussy that she doesn't even make money.
It is true that even a hero cannot resist the temptation of a beautiful woman. The key is that this beautiful woman is a married woman. Beauty can mislead people, beauty can mislead people!
Just like Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing in the opera.
He felt more and more that it was better not to look for a woman. It was good to be single. One person could feed the whole family.
"The protest money has been delivered. It's up to you whether to take it or not. It's up to you whether to throw it away or do good things. " Gu Qinghuan was very stubborn. He just turned around and left after saying that.
Cheng Fusheng finally took the money. In the past two years, business has become increasingly difficult. He has dozens of people under him, and the monthly expenses are not easy.
The money he earned had to be used to build relationships and maintain personal connections. With this money, he could take a break for a while.
Sometimes he feels tired and doesn't want to do this job anymore. If he doesn't do this, what else can he do?
Moreover, he has dozens of brothers under his control. If he calls a halt at any time, what should these people do?
I have no choice but to go on.
However, he sorted out some good things from his own collection and asked Niu Zhuang to send them to Gu Qinghuan's home, specifically saying that they were for her.
Gu Qinghuan accepted all offers and put them up for sale directly, and again paid 10,000 yuan, splitting the money 70-30, and gave 10,000 yuan to Cheng Fusheng.
The two of them started to do reselling business.
Cheng Fusheng would give her the things he received, and she would sell them and get the money to give back to Cheng Fusheng.
Cheng Fusheng never asked her how she dealt with these things. He just collected the things and played the role of a good partner.
Time flies.
Spring goes and autumn comes, and winter comes again.
Gu Qinghuan received a package from Xujiatun, a bag of local specialties, including her favorite pine nuts, hazelnuts, dried hazel mushrooms, and two air-dried wild rabbits.
It contained the purest thoughts of the working people, and Gu Qinghuan was filled with indescribable gratitude. Although she now had a lot of these things in her space, it was always a happy feeling to be remembered by others.
Also sent along was this year's salary from the 냫彔 soap factory, three hundred and ten yuan.
In the letter, Xu Huainian emphasized his gratitude for her help. Xujiatun is now getting better and better, the factory is getting better and better, and the business is spread all over the province.
He boosted the economy of the entire village and even the entire commune, and was given special attention by the higher-ups. This year he was commended by the provincial government and was featured in newspapers several times.
This is all thanks to Gu Qinghuan, who gave a lot of helpful suggestions.
This year, many rural areas across the country have gradually implemented the household contract responsibility system with "contract responsibility system" as the main form.
He was very nervous at first, worried that he had made the wrong choice, but with Gu Qinghuan's encouragement, he took the lead in contracting land and led many members. He became a benchmark figure in the entire commune, and the higher-ups regarded Xu Jiatun as a model and attached great importance to it.