Today is Saturday again. Wen Yiming got up early and went out to Wenwan Street. There are several bracelet processing shops there to make the Venus Red Sandalwood that I picked up last time.

"Brother, I haven't seen such a good material in a long time!"

The master has seen the red sandalwood material and sighed: "Now there are many new materials, few old materials, and there are many artificial fakes! There are so many old materials with such delicate old materials, so buy one less piece!"

Wen Yiming nodded. He might have been excited before, but his horizons have been wide open recently. He has become accustomed to red sandalwood. He asked the master to start cutting materials and turn into beads as soon as possible.

I worked hard and got everything before noon, and I got a lot of money. Two full sets of Venus bracelets, three and a half full sets, and the rest were also high-end and high-quality ones.

Wen Yiming put away two strings of full stars and gave them one to Mr. Zhao, which was considered a gift for the meeting. He took the other string first and played with it for nothing. The others were sold and sold for 18,000 yuan!

Now tens of thousands are really a small fuss for him. Yesterday I got a piece of Nha Trang Huang Qinan. Ling Yuxin just got it from the auction, 18 grams, 1.2 million!

70,000 per gram! One gram of 100 gold!

He and Mr. Zhao studied this kind of top-notch one day, so he naturally couldn't let it go. His vision was getting higher and higher, and the incense Taoist master was really not something that ordinary people could do!

There are 450,000 yuan in my pocket, which is exactly two days after the rent expires. I rented a good house near Yaxiangju, which will be convenient for me to go back and forth in the future. After a while, I sent money to my home and said it was a salary, so that my parents could rest assured.

Wen Yiming finished lunch and slowly came to the antique city. He used to be unpaid and didn't dare to come, but now his sense of smell is getting sharper and he might be able to get a bargain.

Zhongzhou Antique City was founded in 1997. It has a four-story large shopping mall, including antiques, arts and crafts, collectibles and other business projects. It has more than 500 merchants, more than 1,000 employees, and a 20,000 square meters of trading venues and ancillary facilities. It is one of the largest antique markets in China.

The first floor is a jade and wood crafts business area, the second floor mainly deals with antiques and miscellaneous items, the third floor is calligraphy and painting art, the fourth floor is high-end jade street, and the fifth floor is Yongchang Porcelain Village Exhibition Hall and weekend flea market. The north side of the building is a free trading area, specializing in the mounting of calligraphy and paintings, large porcelain and rare ancient books.

Today is Saturday, there are street stalls and there are many people. Wen Yiming started to move from the first floor. There are all merchants here. If you don’t greet customers when you enter, it depends entirely on your eyesight.

The regular customers are trading privately, and the counter is basically full of handicrafts. The oldest one is but the Republic of China, so there is nothing to be seen. Wen Yiming has also read a lot of information, but his theoretical knowledge is okay, but he has no practical ability. The water in porcelain and jade is too deep, so his purpose is still wood.

I walked around and asked a few times. The things were real, but the price was also high. I was not stupid to open a store here. The chance of finding a bargain was too low, so I simply went to the fifth floor and went to the street stall to try my luck.

Wen Yiming began to sigh at his wisdom in learning incense, and he only had three points of vision and seven points of luck! Even if a national treasure appraisal master came to the street stall, he would not be able to successfully pick up bargains every time. At most, he could pick up a bargain and make a difference.

There are many street stalls, and everything you sell, ranging from bronze porcelain to stamps and coins, and it is dazzling.

There are all kinds of players, from octogenarians to young people in their twenties. Although the antique craze has passed, the market is not as popular as in previous years. However, the Central Plains is a cultural province with a profound foundation, so people come and go, and there are endless people.

The air is filled with various scents. Now you can basically control your sense of smell. Any good thing must have a strange fragrance. You are concentrating on finding opportunities. I hope you will be lucky today.

“Huh?”

Wen Yiming looked as he walked, but he didn't notice anything along the way. When he walked to the northwest corner, he suddenly moved his nose and followed the smell to a street stall.

The stall owner was in his fifties, dressed a little worn, and sat down listlessly on the bench, with a piece of black cloth in front of him, with seven or eight things on it.

Wen Yiming picked up a yellowed old book and asked, "Old man, how do you sell this?"

"One hundred!" The old man saw that the business came to the door and quickly cheered up and began to introduce: "Young man, you really have a vision. Don't look at me, but every piece is a family treasure..."

"Don't...don't!" Wen Yiming quickly interrupted and frowned and said, "The antique shop is the most important thing to listen to stories. Just ask, eight of the ten companies here say that they are inherited by ancestors, and anyone still believes this?"

"I……"

The old man turned pale, sighed dejectedly, sat down slowly, looked at Wen Yiming, and smiled bitterly, "Hey, you're right, who still believes this now!"

"Young man, whether you believe it or not, I have everything I have passed down from my ancestors! The old man has no ability and can only sell the things left by his ancestors. I am shameless!"

Wen Yiming looked at the old man's eyes and turned red. Is this the rhythm of crying? He quickly changed the topic and said, "Don't be discouraged, old man, who hasn't encountered a hurdle? I think the things here are all old objects, such as Guan Gong, elm?"

After saying that, I picked up a wooden carving, which was black and dirty. After a closer look, I realized that it was Guan Erye!

"Good eyesight, it's an elm!" The old man took Guan Gong and gently stroked it: "This is an object left by my great-grandfather. It has been at least seventy or eighty years in my house. Before my grandfather passed away, he pointed at the statue of Guan Gong before his death, muttering, and finally he didn't even close his eyes when he died!"

Wen Yiming nodded secretly after hearing this, and this matched him! He took Guan Gong and frowned and said, "The things are old objects, but their quality is too bad. There are still signs of being burned by fire here? Your family won't use Guan Erye as a chopping material, right?"

"this……"

The old man turned red and said embarrassedly: "It's all my fault. My grandson didn't watch it and threw it into the coal stove, so..."

"Three hundred!" Wen Yiming waved his hand, stood up and pointed at Guan Gong, "I want Three hundred!"

"Only three hundred?" the old man shook his head and said reluctantly: "It's too few, right? It's still an old object that has been around for a hundred years, at least eight hundred!"

"Then you keep it yourself!" Wen Yiming snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave, and said as he walked: "Eight hundred? Who would want a piece of rotten wood?"

"You...wait!"

The old man took a deep breath, shouted Wen Yiming suddenly, and said helplessly: "One price, six hundred!"

Wen Yiming said firmly: "Three hundred and five, a penny won't be much!"

The old man gritted his teeth and shouted: "Give the money!"

Wen Yiming slowly took out the money, handed it to the old man, picked up Guan Gong and left. He went downstairs, waved his hand to take a taxi, and got in the car and couldn't help but look back and saw that there was no one, so he breathed a sigh of relief, holding the dark Master Guan Er, smirking.

"Little brother, have you found a bargain?"

The driver probably encountered this situation a lot. After looking at the black wood in Wen Yiming's hand, he said in confusion: "What are you?"

"Red Sandalwood!" Wen Yiming held the wood carving with a treasure and said excitedly: "A real century-old material!"
Chapter completed!