Knowing that Yang Zhaozhao was not a liar, the old man went to look for those who had antiques overnight.
Half an hour later, seven or eight people from the village came to the old man's house. With him as the middleman, everyone trusted the old man and knew that Yang Zhaozhao was rich.
They carefully took out their collection of treasures, including two pieces of Tang Sancai and some gold artifacts. Some people secretly melted them down, while others were reluctant to do so.
The melted money was worthless, so Yang Zhaozhao didn't want it.
One of the hairpins was inlaid with jewels, but the gems had become dull and no longer shimmered, but the material space indicated that it was valuable: [Tang Tianbao period butterfly hairpin, slightly flawed, estimated value 50,000, please accept.]
"I'll give you one thousand for this. Can you tell me if it's worth it?" Yang Zhaozhao gave the price generously.
When they heard the price was one thousand, they were a little reluctant to part with it. They felt that the hairpin was quite heavy and were afraid that Yang Zhaozhao would cheat them. In fact, they would be cheated wherever they went. After all, the thing was in their hands and was not worth much.
It’s a different story when it falls into the hands of antiquities dealers.
If others could offer three or five yuan, it would be a high price, but Yang Zhaozhao asked for one thousand, which was generous.
Seeing her owner's thoughts, Yang Zhaozhao was not angry. She asked the owner of the hairpin to think about it again. After all, she would stay here for three to five days before leaving.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at all the other utensils and collected all that could be collected. The lacquerware was well preserved, so Yang Zhaozhao collected it. It had the story of its owner painted on it. It turned out that she was the wife of a wealthy family.
She had a harmonious relationship with her male owner, but died of illness. The man was very reluctant to let her go, so he buried her with rich things, including all her favorite things in her life.
Among them are many gold and ceramic utensils.
Yang Zhaozhao placed the lacquerware in the inventory space, which gave an appraisal: [Lacquerware, minor flaws, appraised value 100,000. Should I use it for the unbilled items?]
"Yes." Yang Zhaozhao didn't expect that a painted lacquerware could be worth so much money.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the man's lame leg and said that he broke it accidentally. He could barely do some farm work to earn work points, but he could not support his family at all. He hoped to sell this thing for some money.
Yang Zhaozhao thought for three seconds and gave eight thousand.
The man's eyes widened. "Eight...eight thousand?"
"All of them?" The man thought it was too little. "How come Mr. Liu's can sell for over 10,000, but mine is only 8,000? Sister, don't bully me just because I'm disabled."
"Yes, yes, his family is not well off, you can't bully him!"
"Yes, it seems his stuff is not bad at all. He fell in love with this paint bucket at first sight and thought it was worth a lot of money!"
Uncle Liu, who was named, also looked at Yang Zhaozhao and said, "Can you add a little more? It's really not easy for us, especially Er Quezi. He has a family of eleven to support!"
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the people who were trying to persuade her, and also saw Er Kuizi, who was about to cry, and said, "Let me finish what I said. The eight thousand I mentioned is the price of this paint bucket, not all of it."
"Including this Tang Sancai, the porcelain plate, and the teapot set, the total is 17,000. What do you think?" Yang Zhaozhao said the price was fair.
If it were someone else, they could only give 10 million.
She gave 17,000, which was not unfair at all.
Er Quezi's mouth was watering with excitement: "Ten thousand for me?"
"It's seventeen thousand." Yang Zhaozhao took out stacks of money, including notes of ten, fifty, and ten.
It looked like a lot, and their eyes were dazzled.
"Can you give me ten dollars each as a token of great unity? I don't know anyone like it and I'm afraid it's fake." Ercuizi is also a straightforward person.
Yang Zhaozhao didn't mind and gave them all ten yuan. They counted for a while and decided on seventeen thousand, not a penny more or less.
Seeing that Ercuizi took 17,000 yuan, the others who had treasures did not hide them and took them out to Yang Zhaozhao to have their prices estimated. Ercuizi took the most.
The owner of the hairpin said he needed to think about it, and took his Tang Sancai, vase and pottery figurine away. Yang Zhaozhao took a look and thought they were worth about several hundred thousand.
After seeing the villagers off, Yang Zhaozhao put all the collected items into the supply space.
Material Space: [Thirty-two Tang Dynasty antiques, assessed value: 92,500. Should I use this for loan repayment?]
"yes."
Material Space: [After deducting outstanding bills, the current debt is zero, with a balance of 225,000 yuan.]
Yang Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief; the debt was actually cleared.
I didn't expect to gain so much from coming here.
"How's the debt?" Li Yiling poured Yang Zhaozhao a glass of water and took out 50,000 yuan from his pocket and gave it to Yang Zhaozhao: "This is what I earned recently. You can use it."
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the money that carried Li Yiling's warmth, smiled, and kissed him on the cheek: "Thank you, you can keep it. The debt has been cleared, so I won't be short of money for the time being."
"Then you keep it too. It's my wife's money and I will definitely give it to my future daughter-in-law." Li Yiling refused to accept it. There was no reason for him to take the money he took out.
Yang Zhaozhao teased him deliberately: "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with your money?"
"Don't be afraid, I will chase you. Wherever you go, I will go. You can't run away." Li Yiling stroked her earlobe and tucked up the loose hair beside her ear.
The two looked into each other's eyes, and the burning emotions made them unable to help but get closer. Just when they were about to kiss, Xiao Cui said from inside the room: "Sister Zhao Zhao, there are mosquitoes, it's itchy!"
Li Yiling: “…”
Yang Zhaozhao glanced at the speechless man, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then lifted the curtain and walked into the room: "I'll light some mosquito coils, and there will be no mosquitoes soon!"
Xiao Cui nodded, fell down and continued to sleep.
Li Yiling stood in the main room for a while, stroking his lips. It seemed that her scent was still lingering on him, making him unable to help but raise the corners of his mouth.
The next day, Zhao Yiran came. He was not seriously injured, just twisted his foot. It did not affect the filming. He just needed to not walk.
The actors are in place, and Xiao Cui starts filming.
Yang Zhaozhao watched from the side. In order to let them take better care of Xiao Cui, Yang Zhaozhao took out a lot of food from the supply space, including big rabbit milk candy, chocolate, melon seeds and peanuts, and rice crust biscuits.
After eating Yang Zhaozhao's food, they became more tolerant towards Xiao Cui.
Xiao Cui's performance went smoothly over the three days, but sometimes she couldn't get into the mood, and the director needed to communicate with her, such as letting her cry.
The director asked, "If your sister doesn't want you anymore, will you be sad?"
When Xiao Cui saw Yang Zhaozhao and thought of the scene where Yang Zhaozhao didn't want her anymore, tears of grievance streamed down her face. She cried so sadly that she was sobbing.
When Yang Zhaozhao found out later, he almost scolded the director.
Even if you want to create emotions, you can't say that!
Although Xiao Cui will have her own world when she grows up, Yang Zhaozhao can clearly see that Xiao Cui is dependent on him now. She is putting her feelings for Li Yiling on herself and Li Yiling.
On the third day, Xiao Cui finished filming her last scene of singing on the bridge, and received a bouquet of wildflowers picked by Yang Zhaozhao: "Xiao Cui is awesome, your acting is great, let's go to the cinema to see it when it comes out."
"Can it be shown in my sister's cinema?" Xiao Cui knew that there was a cinema in Yang Zhaozhao's square, but it was not open yet.
Facing Xiao Cui's expectant gaze, Yang Zhaozhao gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, let it go."
"Great!" Xiao Cui happily hugged Yang Zhaozhao: "Sister Zhaozhao, you are the best!"
Yang Zhaozhao's smile was a little bitter. He had another twenty million yuan in debt. As expected, he felt uncomfortable if he didn't owe any debt for a day.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
