Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 170 Pay attention and don’t lose face!
Ximen Lang is not a worldly-wise person.

Especially in antiques and furniture.

Every day, there are no less than a hundred pieces of antiques and furniture worth at least over a million yuan that pass through his hands.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to handle such a big business!

In fact, under the slow cultivation of Lao Luo and others, Ximen Lang even began to feel that as far as cultural relics were concerned, there would be nothing in his life that could surprise him.

But when he really saw that it was packed full, there were even so many bronze swords that they could be described as piles, and the warehouse was full of all kinds of rare antiques.

Ximen Lang was still stunned by the generosity of Bai Ling and Lao Luo.

"This, so much?!"

He even felt that his IQ was insulted, Ximen Lang said unhappily.

"Is this what you said about only a hundred or so pieces?! There are so many that the warehouse can barely hold them all. Is this what you told me about only a hundred or so pieces?!"

Bai Ling was also embarrassed.

She didn't expect that in just one night, Lao Luo had stuffed so many things into the warehouse!
Bai Ling didn't even know where he got them from, and she was a little at a loss.

"Hey, hey, I don't know. I didn't see this many yesterday. At most, there are only a few hundred pieces. Who knows where Lao Luo got so many from?"

As we were talking, Speak of the devil, and he appeared.

Bai Ling had just finished speaking when Lao Luo drove over with a small convoy of cars.

When I walked in, I saw Ximen Lang and Bai Ling were there too.

I immediately felt annoyed.
"It's all the museum's fault. I told them I'd find a way to buy them back when I had more money. But they kept dithering, and it's been delayed until now! Now I'm late, aren't I?"

But he didn't show any panic on his face.

In fact, as if he had met a noble person, with a bright smile on his face, he quickly came to Ximen Lang.

Without saying a word, he held Ximen Lang's hand and began to express his gratitude in a daze.

"We really have to thank you this time. If it weren't for your help, we wouldn't know what to do with all these large antiques and furniture. Let alone properly storing them, we wouldn't even have anywhere to put them. In the end, we had no choice but to melt them down to save money. Not only does Bai Ling feel sorry for it, but I do too. Thanks to you!"

Wow, he just started praising me like I didn’t care and directly put Ximen Lang, who was born with a good face, in the picture.

Ximen Lang was immediately immersed in the pleasure of "I am the timely rain".

It's all at my lips
"Lao Luo, this is not right. It's hard for me to handle so many taboo things."

In the complete ecstasy, he became...
"Hey, it's just a small matter. In front of my brother Lang, is that all you have? It's just a small matter! I can take care of this small matter with just one phone call."

Even more weight
"Are there enough trucks? If not, tell me and I'll send you another ten or eight to avoid a shortage of transportation capacity."

He was so proud of himself that Bai Ling couldn't bear to watch him.

When I turned around, I saw that Lao Luo actually looked interested.

Bai Ling quickly changed the subject.

"Isn't this quantity a bit too much? Of course, I'm not doubting your ability. But with so many, can your market handle it?"

Bai Ling is really underestimating the huge market of 14 billion people in the future.

"That is to say, the circulation of this thing is strictly restricted. Apart from going to museums, there is no better place to go. Otherwise, let alone this little thing, even if you pay ten times or a hundred times more, you can't make any waves!" After all, even the niche collectible corn can be hyped up to a sky-high price by those unscrupulous businessmen.

When it was the most expensive, the price even exceeded tens of thousands!

How could such a serious and good thing, which couldn't be more serious, lack a market?
Ximen Lang was really worried about whether Xia Yiyi had such great power.

But who made him brag so much?

Even if it means crying, he has to finish pretending to be a bitch!
Especially, in front of Bai Ling!

"Come on, don't lose face!"

The confusion on his face flashed away immediately, and Ximen Lang regained his previous calmness and composure, and said proudly.

"As I said, nothing is impossible in front of me, Brother Lang! Don't worry about this matter, just bring as many as you can to me. I'm sure I can find a way to sell them all and find a suitable buyer for all the good stuff."

I'm also really afraid that Bai Ling and Lao Luo will have too high expectations of me, which will make me embarrassed.

Ximen Lang went back to find a way.

"Of course, because the quantity is so large and it's a bit taboo, the price will definitely not be that high. But generally..."

As he spoke, Ximen Lang directly opened a golden nanmu box that he had set his eyes on a long time ago.

He picked up one of the books with the four big characters "Yongle Encyclopedia" on it, and a sword inlaid with gems and agate next to it. It was obvious from the looks of it that this was a sword that could only be equipped by the rich and powerful, or even the royal family.

While constantly praising
"Good things are good things. They make people feel comfortable just looking at them."

On the other side, Ximen Lang said confidently.

"For something like this, perfect in every way, I'd bet on a ridiculously high price even if someone from the museum showed up! They'd be begging me to sell it!" (The museum's prices are reasonable, certainly not as high as the market price, but neither are they as outrageous as 500 yuan plus a banner.)
Ximen Lang has already expressed his opinion, and his old face is almost gone. Lao Luo, who has worked so hard to get so many good things, naturally cannot be polite to Ximen Lang.

With a big wave of the hand.
"discharge!"

All kinds of large and small bags, large and small boxes were directly unloaded from the car by the accompanying comrades.

As for Ximen Lang, it was just as Bai Ling said.

I just took a quick look at the list, picked out a few things that looked good, and played with them.

Then, let alone the rows and piles of boxes, even the many things that could not be put in suitable boxes were just covered with a piece of cloth, and no one was too lazy to remove the cloth.

Drop a sentence.
"Lao Luo, you guys are busy. Let's go to work first. When I have time later, I'll find a way to deal with these things. Oh, and don't forget to have a drink with me later. It's my treat."

"No, I'll treat you later. Fengze Garden, private room, let's have a nice drink."

"Fengze Garden? That would cost a lot of money. Your pockets are cleaner than your face. Where are you going to get the money to treat me?"

"So I'm not allowed to have a small treasury? Anyway, don't worry about it. You don't have to worry about money."

"Hahaha! Okay, then I'll wait to beat the rich!"

After saying hello to Lao Luo, Ximen Lang went straight to the steel rolling mill.

Then he went straight into the office and never came out again.

(End of this chapter)