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Chapter 257, Chapter 254

"Dangdangdang..."

Hearing the sound of knocking on the car window, Yang Hao turned his head and looked over, and immediately saw a tall woman standing on the curb outside the car window.

Yang Hao leaned over and opened the car door from the inside. As soon as the woman got into the car, she stretched out her white hand towards him.

"Bring it? My big director."

"what?"

"Didn't you say you want to pay me back? It's a total of 4000 million Hong Kong dollars!" The woman cast a glance at Yang Hao, her expression a little unhappy.

What's the matter?Are you kidding me?
You sent me a text message yesterday saying that you will pay back the loan today, but after you came today, you pretended that you didn't know anything.

"Oh, pay back the money, yes yes yes..."

Just now I was confused by Gao Yuanyuan's words, but now Yang Hao realized that it was something to ask Wang Fei out today.

"Sister Fei..."

"Ok?"

"I heard that you have a lot of research on antiques?" Yang Hao asked.

"It's okay, I know a little bit, and my close friends basically like antique collection, such as Ma Weidu, like Liu Jialing..." When talking about this, Wang Fei also has a posture of eloquence.

"Well, let's go then!"

While talking, Yang Hao started the car, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the black Grand Cherokee drove onto the main road.

"Why are you dragging me?" Wang Fei was curious.

"Yang Hao, I made an appointment with Liu Jialing just now, and I'm going to watch a movie today! Yes, it's "Embroidered Spring Knife" directed by you."

"It's too late, you watch a movie today, let's go to Panjiayuan, I saw two chairs when I went shopping yesterday, please go over and help me hold my eyes."

"Please let me go over and help you..., are you crazy? Who doesn't know me in Panjiayuan? As long as I go there, they will dare to ask me for 50 for things that can be sold for [-] yuan." Looking at Yang Hao, Wang Fei blinked, feeling that this guy is crazy.

"50 is 50, as long as it is real, we can make money, and after making money, I will almost have money to pay back your debts."

Yang Hao smiled, and didn't explain much. Anyway, the car just drove to Panjiayuan.

.........

In the early years, the countryside around the capital was full of treasures, and the private antique trade gradually emerged, and it also gave birth to the Panjiayuan and other antique trading markets that are still very famous today.

Zhang Zhiyong was in the capital, so he would naturally be affected.When he is free, he likes to go to the antique market.The most fascinating thing about the antique world is its "uncertainty". You may spend a lot of money to buy a fake thing, or you may spend a small price to "pick up" a real thing.

However, this requires a certain amount of antique knowledge and ability.Zhang Zhiyong knows that he doesn't understand these things, so he just likes to look around, and doesn't really participate in various transactions, let alone spend a lot of money to buy things.

For Zhang Zhiyong, the most reliable thing is to collect the waste products around the antique market, so that he can sell them for money and "pick up" some unwanted things for free.

Although the income is low, but at least practical and stable.After going back and forth, he became familiar with the people around him.

Although relatives and friends don't understand the constant "picking up" of some "waste" from outside, Zhang Zhiyong still enjoys doing it, likes to collect, and is not willing to throw it away.

One day, a familiar stall owner stopped him and gave him a pile of scattered wooden boards. The stall owner said that he couldn't sell them anyway, so he might as well ask Zhang Zhiyong to take them home to burn firewood.

Zhang Zhiyong looked at the board, although it was in pieces, but the board was pure solid wood, and there were carved patterns on it, so he happily accepted it, thinking that it might be useful for taking it home?

When he got home, Zhang Zhiyong felt that it was a pity that it was burnt. Maybe he could fight again and sit still.

Therefore, these few "picked up" wooden boards were preserved after being repaired by Zhang Zhiyong.Unexpectedly, it has been preserved for 29 years.
With the rapid development of the social economy, housing prices in Beijing also began to increase rapidly last year. Zhang Zhiyong didn't care about it at first, but this year, when the children need a new house to get married, Zhang Zhiyong is worried about the housing prices.

The neighbors all knew that his house had many old objects picked up around the antique market, especially the pair of chairs that fell apart at that time, so they joked, Lao Zhang, why don’t you try to sell the things you collected to see if there are any real antiques.

So Zhang Zhiyong came to Panjiayuan with his family's rags.

Panjiayuan couldn't get in because he needed to charge a stall fee, so he set up a small stall outside and sold all the junk at home.

If you can sell some money, you can sell some money. Anyway, I picked it up at the beginning. These days are the National Day holiday. There are quite a lot of tourists from all over the country. Maybe you can meet a rich man.

At ten o'clock, not long after the stall was set up, Zhang Zhiyong, who was sitting on the mat and attracting customers, felt that his eyes were dark, and someone blocked the sunlight.

"Master, how much is this snuff bottle?"

The voice is clear and ethereal, so damn nice. Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the woman in front of me wants to buy her own things.

So Zhang Zhiyong stretched out his right hand and made a [[-]] gesture.

Zhang Zhiyong learned this trick from the old guys who sold antiques in the past. He doesn't speak, but only gestures with you.

With this trick, those old guys who sell antiques have cheated Tie Hanhan from all over the country.

Just like this time, my psychological price for selling things is 6000, maybe the woman in front of me thought it was [-].

Sure enough, after making the gesture, the woman pondered for a moment and said:
"Master, 6 yuan is a bit high.

To be honest, although your snuff bottle is an old item, its condition is too poor, with cracks and gaps. "

"Then how much can you give me?" Zhang Zhiyong suddenly became a little excited, because he recognized the woman with the bag in front of him.

Wang Fei...

Even though I am old, I have heard of the love story between this Chinese music queen and rock singer Dou Wei a few years ago.

Tsk tsk... No wonder she raised the price to [-] yuan, it turns out she is rich.

"Hmm..." Wang Fei thought about it, and said with a smile, "Master, it's okay not to lower the price, but you have to give me these copper coins."

"Ha ha…"

Zhang Zhiyong was suddenly happy when he saw the few copper coins that Wang Fei was fingering.

It turned out that the beauty's main goal was not the nasopharyngeal pot, but these copper coins, Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao, Jiaqing Tongbao, these are the famous Five Emperors coins.

These copper coins are not imitations, but real antiques. Whether the child's house can be purchased in full depends on these few copper coins.

"Why, master, don't you want to give it?" When Zhang Zhiyong was silent, Wang Fei asked with a smile.

"I can give it to you, but the price of the snuff bottle must be 30."

This time Zhang Zhiyong didn't play tricks, but combined with Wang Fei's identity and worth, he directly called out his psychological price.

"Well... 30."

Wang Fei was rubbing her chin in thought.

But at this moment, Zhang Zhiyong heard a man next to him asking questions.

"Master, how much are your two rotten chairs?"

crappy chair...

Can you fucking talk?
Don't you see I'm soliciting big clients?
Therefore, Zhang Zhiyong, in a rage, directly called out the sky-high price.

"Twenty thousand, ten thousand for a chair!"

"okay!"

The man agreed, and handed over two stacks of red banknotes.

"Okay, I want it."

(End of this chapter)