Yang Zhaozhao met an old man who was strolling around and gave him ten yuan: "Follow the mother and daughter and see what they are going to do. I will give you another ten yuan later!"
Is this any good?
How could the old man not be moved when he saw the great unity of the flowers and the people?
He immediately took the money and happily followed Yang Zhaozhao and her daughter.
Yang Zhaozhao went to the store and packed up all the things he liked. He was very satisfied with the space since he had so many treasures.
Ten minutes later, the old man came back and said, "It was a seller. It looked like a good product. The boss lowered the price and only gave me 50 yuan for two."
"I heard they still have it, but the price is a bit higher, otherwise go look somewhere else!" The old man told her everything he had to ask.
Yang Zhaozhao gave the balance of ten yuan, and after seeing the sale for only five yuan, he happily left the mother and daughter and went to the store.
They do know how to choose. The largest store is also the most deceptive. The prices they offer are no higher than those in other stores, but the products they sell are more expensive than those in other stores.
Yang Zhaozhao was very happy. The boss was still checking whether the things were genuine, in order to avoid making mistakes.
Looking at Yang Zhaozhao, he smiled and said, "Oh, Boss Yang is here. Come and have a look at my Boshan furnace."
Without looking, watching the Boshan stove being carefully cleaned and smelling the ancient scent, Yang Zhaozhao knew it was a good thing.
I didn't expect that Huang Lingling still had these old things at home.
"The stuff is good. I'll take it. Give me a price!" Yang Zhaozhao didn't beat around the bush. As long as she put it into the material space, she would make a profit.
“This number.” The boss was not polite either. He bought things in order to sell them at a high price. It was no secret that Yang Zhaozhao was generous in this antique street.
As soon as I saw him showing a slap in the face, I knew it was expensive.
Yang Zhaozhao smiled and made a “yeah” gesture.
The other party was not satisfied and still gave him a slap.
Yang Zhaozhao said, "Twenty-five thousand is the most. If you don't want to buy one, I'll go look somewhere else. After all, if a stove is too expensive, it won't be attractive to you."
The boss also knew that he had lost 25,000 yuan, so he said, "48,000 yuan!"
"Twenty-eight thousand!"
"Forty-five thousand."
Yang Zhaozhao smiled: "Forty-five thousand is fine, along with the Begonia bottle, I'll take them all!"
"That won't work. Two will cost 60,000."
Yang Zhaozhao said, "I can only give 45,000. The vase does look nice, but it's a pity it's not worth the price. After all, there are many vases like this. If there are more, they will be worthless."
The boss also knew this situation and refused to give in.
Yang Zhaozhao knew that if it didn't work out today, she could try tomorrow, so she didn't waste any more words and raised her foot to leave.
Just as she was about to leave, the boss gritted his teeth and looked as if he was reluctant to give up the business. Every boss was like this, and Yang Zhaozhao was no longer surprised after seeing it so often.
"Fifty thousand and two are for you. There is really nothing less."
Yang Zhaozhao was also straightforward: "Fifty thousand is fifty thousand, I'll take it!"
Her straightforwardness made the boss feel like he was at a disadvantage.
After spending 50,000 yuan to buy two antiques, Yang Zhaozhao put them into the material space, which quickly gave an appraisal price: [Boshan furnace from the Western Jin Dynasty, slightly defective, valued at 300,000 yuan.]
[Western Jin Dynasty Begonia-shaped flower and bird vase, worth one hundred thousand. ]
Yang Zhaozhao knew that he would not lose even 50,000 yuan.
It's just that there aren't enough chances to pick up leaks.
The boss bought the item worth four hundred thousand yuan for five hundred thousand yuan and sold it to her for fifty thousand yuan. What a dishonest businessman.
Yang Zhaozhao remembered what his grandfather said, there are still some at home.
If I buy it from the boss, I will lose a lot of money.
Besides, it’s not right that Huang Lingling has so many good things at home.
Moreover, they were all from the Western Jin Dynasty.
Yang Zhaozhao really wanted to call the police.
Finally, he decided to find Xiao Xiao Grandpa and ask him for help, so he knocked on Huang Lingling's door.
After Huang's mother and Huang Ganxin divorced, they were given a courtyard house, which was said to be an old house of Huang Lingling's family. Now they live in this alley.
Yang Zhaozhao also learned about this from Huang Lingling's former good friend.
I didn’t expect there was a courtyard house to live in.
Moreover, this courtyard looks nice.
Yang Zhaozhao now owns a courtyard house, but has not bought a suitable one recently, and the housing shortage has prevented the emergence of commercial housing.
It’s good enough if everyone has a place to live, why would we sell the courtyard house?
Yang Zhaozhao had already heard the news and was ready to get involved in the real estate industry, but that is a story for later.
Huang Lingling and her daughter sold the items for five hundred yuan. They still had more than forty items at home. According to today's prices, they could sell them for ten thousand yuan.
Combined with the savings they have and the valuables they bring to Hong Kong, it should be enough for them to live abroad for several years.
Huang Lingling was counting her things when she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door and asked, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"
After cleaning up the old things, Xiao Xiao's grandfather said in high spirits, "Looking for Wang Dajun, does he live here? We have an appointment to come and look at the antiques, and the price has been agreed."
"I don't know you, you've come to the wrong place!"
Grandpa Xiaoxiao looked embarrassed and said, "It's really not here, Wang Dajun, it's the man with a black mole here. I specialize in collecting old items. He went to the antique street to ask, but the price was not right, so he asked me to come."
“Why are the prices in Antique Street inappropriate?”
Grandpa Xiao Xiao smiled and said, "He lowered the price. It was originally only 60 yuan, but he had to lower it to 50 yuan. He knew that my offer was high, so he called me."
Huang Lingling also felt that the price was too low. Five cents for two items was not cost-effective.
Unexpectedly, the boss said that the product was not very good, and that was the market price, so he took her to another store to ask, and the price was lower.
Huang Lingling didn't know that the bosses all knew her, and as long as she brought a customer over, they would cooperate with her and not tell her the high price!
Okay, the water is deep!
Huang Lingling was moved when she heard what Xiaoxiao Grandpa said. It was a time when she was short of money, and a dollar could buy a lot of things. She couldn't bear to suffer any loss again.
Looking at the little grandfather, Huang Ling had an idea: "Uncle, we also have some old things at home, come and have a look, we agreed to go to the store to buy them, if the price is right, I will give them to you."
"Ah, I have an appointment with Wang Dajun, and the time is almost up..." The little grandfather was pulled in with an unhappy look on his face.
He doesn't understand these, but he's still good at acting.
Otherwise, Yang Zhaozhao would not ask him to come.
Besides, Huang Lingling saw that Xiaoxiao's grandfather was reluctant and seemed to be waiting for the appointment, so she was anxious to make a move, fearing that she would be cheated, so she asked him to name a price.
Yang Zhaozhao watched from outside as little grandpa was welcomed in, and knew that today's marriage was settled.
The little grandfather didn't know much about old things, but Yang Zhaozhao said that no matter the size, quality or quality, they should just give a price of three to five yuan each, and told them that they also wanted the courtyard house.
Being in a hurry to buy old items probably means you are short of money.
A siheyuan is neither cheap nor expensive now, and five or six thousand is a lot of money.
If Huang Lingling was short of money, there was no way they would not miss this opportunity.
Grandpa Xiao followed Yang Zhaozhao's instructions and gave the price, three to five thousand, six to seven thousand, anyway, no more than one thousand.
He collected all forty-three items, big and small.
Seeing him take out several stacks of ten-yuan bills and big unity notes from his briefcase, Huang Lingling and her daughter knew that they had made a profit today.
When counting the money, Xiao Xiao's grandfather said, "You are going to study abroad. This courtyard house will deteriorate easily if it is left vacant. It also costs money to go abroad. I heard that the places abroad are very good. You don't have enough money, so you can sell it while the price is good now."
"This is our ancestral home and we can't sell it." Mother Huang was reluctant to part with it.
Huang Lingling didn't think so. What's so good about a courtyard house? Only tall buildings are magnificent.
An elevator would be better.
Moreover, her cousin said that foreigners all live in big villas, high-rise buildings with dozens of floors. The apartments are clean and beautiful, which cannot be compared with courtyard houses.
When she has money, she will buy an apartment.
Judging from her cousin's spending, they have less than 30,000 yuan in their hands, which will not last for a few years. If the courtyard house is sold, she can sell it back after she finishes her studies and returns.
Thinking of this, Huang Lingling asked: "How much is our courtyard house?"
When Xiao Xiao's grandfather heard this, he knew that buying the courtyard house was a sure thing.
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