Yang Zhaozhao stopped a wandering old man 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 there such a good thing?
How could the old man not be moved when he saw the white unity?
He immediately took the money and happily followed Yang Zhaozhao and her mother.
Yang Zhaozhao went to the store and packed up everything he liked. He was quite satisfied with the space he had, after all, there were so many treasures.
Ten minutes later, the old man came and said, "I'm the seller. They look like good stuff. The boss is trying to lower the price. He only gave me 500 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 everything he had heard.
Yang Zhaozhao gave the balance of ten yuan, watched the mother and daughter leave happily after selling the item for five hundred yuan, and went to the store.
They do know how to choose the largest store, which is also the most deceptive. The prices they offer are not higher than those of other stores, but the products they sell are more expensive than those of other stores.
Yang Zhaozhao arrived at the right time. The boss even checked to see if the items were genuine, to prevent him from making mistakes.
Looking at Yang Zhaozhao, he smiled and said, "Oh, Boss Yang is here. Come and take a look at my Boshan furnace."
Without looking, just looking at the carefully cleaned Boshan stove and smelling its ancient aroma, Yang Zhaozhao knew it was a good thing.
I didn’t expect that Huang Lingling 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 some space for supplies, she would make a profit.
"This number." The boss was not polite. He bought things just to sell them at a high price. It was no secret that Yang Zhaozhao was generous and this antique street was built.
As soon as he showed a slap in the face, I knew he was expensive.
Yang Zhaozhao smiled and made a "yeah" gesture.
The other party was not satisfied and slapped him anyway.
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 help even if I like it."
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 and said, "Forty-five thousand is fine, along with the Begonia bottle. I'll take them all!"
"That's right, two of them will get 60,000."
Yang Zhaozhao said, "I can only give you 45,000. The vase does look nice, but it's a shame it's not worth the price. After all, there are many vases like this. If there were more, they wouldn't be worth much."
The boss also knew about this and refused to give in.
Yang Zhaozhao knew that she couldn't stay today, so she didn't waste any more words and prepared to leave.
Just when she was leaving, the boss gritted his teeth and looked like he was reluctant to let her go. Every boss was like this, and Yang Zhaozhao was no longer surprised by it after seeing it so often.
"Fifty thousand and two taels are for you. I really don't have anything less."
Yang Zhaozhao was also straightforward: "Fifty thousand is fifty thousand, I'll take it!"
Her decisiveness made the boss feel like he had lost out.
After spending fifty thousand on two antiques, Yang Zhaozhao placed them in his inventory space, which quickly provided an appraisal: [Western Jin Dynasty Boshan furnace, minor flaws, valued at three hundred thousand.]
[A Western Jin Dynasty crabapple-mouthed flower and bird vase, valued at one hundred thousand.]
Yang Zhaozhao knew that even fifty thousand was not a loss.
It’s just that there are not enough leaks.
The boss bought the item worth 400,000 yuan for 500 yuan and sold it to her for 50,000 yuan. What a profiteer.
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 are all from the Western Jin Dynasty.
Yang Zhaozhao wanted to call the police.
Finally, I decided to find Xiao Xiao Grandpa and ask him for help, so I knocked on Huang Lingling's door.
After Huang's mother and Secretary Huang divorced, they were assigned 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 it from Huang Lingling’s good friend before her death.
I didn’t expect there were courtyard houses to live in.
Moreover, this courtyard looks nice.
Yang Zhaozhao currently owns a courtyard house, but he hasn't been able to buy a suitable one recently, mainly because there is a shortage of houses and commercial housing has not yet appeared.
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 preparing to get involved in the real estate industry, but that was a story for later.
Huang Lingling and her daughter sold some items for 500 yuan. Seeing that they still had more than 40 items at home, they knew that according to today's prices, they could sell them for 10,000 yuan.
Combined with their savings and any expensive items they bring to Hong Kong, it should be enough for them to live abroad for several days.
As she was counting her things, she heard a knock on the door. Huang Lingling opened it and asked, "Uncle, who are you looking for?"
The little grandfather, who had been specially cleaned up, said in high spirits, "Looking for Wang Dajun, does he live here? We've agreed to come and look at antiques, and we've already negotiated the price."
"I don't know you, you've come to the wrong place!"
Grandpa Xiaoxiao looked embarrassed. "It's really not here. Wang Dajun, the man with the black mole here. I specialize in collecting old things. He went to the antique street to ask, but the price was not right, so he asked me to come here."
"Why are the prices in Antique Street inappropriate?"
Grandpa Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "He was trying to lower the price. It was originally only 600 yuan, but he insisted on lowering it to 500 yuan. He knew my bid was high, so he called me."
Huang Lingling also felt that the price was too low. Five hundred yuan for two things was not a good deal.
Unexpectedly, the boss said that the product was not very good, and the market conditions were like this, so he took her to another store to ask, and the price was lower.
Huang Lingling didn't know that the bosses all knew each other, and as long as they brought customers over, they would cooperate with her and not tell her the high price!
That guy, the water is deep!
Huang Lingling was moved when she heard what Xiao Xiao's grandfather said. She was short of money at the time, and one hundred yuan could buy a lot of things. She couldn't bear the 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. If the price is right, I will buy them for you."
"Ah, Wang Dajun and I made an appointment, and the time is almost up..." Little Grandpa was pulled in with an unhappy look on his face.
He didn't understand these things, but he still acted.
Otherwise, Yang Zhaozhao would not ask him to come.
Besides, Huang Lingling saw that Xiao Xiao's grandfather was reluctant and still waiting for the appointment, so she was anxious to make a move, fearing that she would be cheated, so she asked him to give a price.
Yang Zhaozhao watched from outside as little grandfather was welcomed in, and knew what happened today was over.
Xiao Xiao's grandfather didn't know much about old things, but Yang Zhaozhao said that no matter the size or quality, the price would be determined by the price, which was three to five hundred yuan per piece. He told them that they also wanted the courtyard house.
If you are in a hurry to buy old things, it’s probably because you are short of money.
Siheyuan houses are 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 hundred, six to seven hundred, but never more than one thousand.
He collected all forty-three items, large and small.
Seeing him take out several stacks of hundred-yuan bills and the Great Unity from his wallet, Huang Lingling and her daughter knew that they had made a profit today.
While counting the money, Xiao Xiao's grandfather said, "You are going to study abroad. This courtyard house will easily deteriorate if it is left empty. Going abroad also costs money. I heard that the places abroad are very good. Since you don't have enough money, you can sell it while the price of courtyard houses is good now."
"This is our ancestral home and we can't sell it." Mother Huang was reluctant to do so.
Huang Lingling didn't think so. What's so good about a courtyard house? Only high-rise buildings are magnificent.
An elevator would be better.
And her cousin said that foreigners live in big villas and high-rise buildings with dozens of floors. The apartments are clean and beautiful, which cannot be compared with courtyard houses.
She will buy an apartment when she has money.
Judging from her cousin's spending, they only had less than 30,000 yuan in their hands, which was actually not much to spend. If the courtyard house was sold, she could sell it again when she returned from school.
Thinking of this, Huang Lingling asked, "How much does our courtyard house cost?"
When Xiaoxiao's grandfather heard this, he knew that buying the courtyard house was a sure thing.
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