Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Nine: I'm Unprofitable and Can't Get Too Early (Seeking Monthly Pass)
Chen Wenzhe didn't want to waste time, and he was also afraid of accidents, so he simply quoted the price.
"No, three hundred thousand a year, only twenty-five thousand a month, how is that possible? Besides, how can I transfer a store without a transfer fee?"
Uncle Chen was unhappy. The price was a bit insulting.
Those porcelains of his are not money?
Even if it’s a little cheaper, it’s still worth thousands!
Zhang Yijie couldn't stand it anymore and said directly: "Uncle Chen, this price is not low. My brother studies ceramics and specializes in high-imitation porcelain. Would he not know the value of your things?
Did you know that a teapot he made can sell for 30,000 yuan, and he does not accept reservations? Also, there is a decoration period for the house rented by others. If you want to allow ten and a half months for the decoration period, how much is that?
money?"
"I can also give you a ten-day renovation period and an annual rent of 330,000 yuan, no less." After looking at Zhang Yijie, Uncle Chen said helplessly.
As for making a teapot worth RMB 30,000, just listen. How could someone so young and a classmate of Zhang Yijie have such ability? Who would believe it?
Zhang Yijie smiled and said: "Pay three years' rent at a time and sign a ten-year contract. You can say how much you want. You can quote your own price. If you can't satisfy us, forget it."
When Uncle Chen heard this, his expression changed. They are all decent people, how could they use money to throw money at people like this?
"It's only three hundred thousand, just for your sake, Xiaojie, otherwise..."
As he said this, Uncle Chen was so excited. He was not afraid of being insulted by money. He was kneeling down to make money without being embarrassed.
If he didn't need money urgently, how could he agree so easily?
They are all smart people. If he didn't say 300,000, he would probably be a loser!
He glanced at Zhang Yijie hatefully. This bad boy must know that he is short of money!
Chen Wenzhe looked at Zhang Yijie's performance stupidly. Is it so easy?
Three hundred thousand a year, only twenty-five thousand a month, and there was no transfer fee or money to pay for the goods. Chen Wenzhe was very satisfied.
No matter what Uncle Chen thought, Zhang Yijie was very happy. He asked Uncle Chen to initial the agreement, stipulating that if the industrial and commercial registration was changed and the signboard was changed, he would pay immediately.
The next whole day was busy revising industrial and commercial registration and handling tax matters.
The next day, Chen Wenzhe transferred the money to Uncle Chen's account.
If you have money, you don't need to deliberately delay it. After signing a formal contract, Chen Wenzhe simply paid the money.
Back at the shop, Chen Wenzhe took out an oak signboard with three words on it: Yi Nian Tang.
Chen Wenzhe found the wood yesterday, and he also carved the words, which mean one thought of heaven and one thought of hell.
This is a reminder to myself at all times, no matter how strong our abilities are, we must keep our true intentions, otherwise, we may die unexpectedly!
System warnings should be taken seriously.
On Sunday, at nine o'clock in the morning, Chen Wenzhe's Yi Nian Tang officially opened.
Zhang Yijie, Cao Qingchun and Zheng Yu all appeared in the shop to help suppress the battle.
When a new store opens, it needs to get in touch with the surrounding stores. Zhang Yijie has already reminded you of this.
No matter which industry you join, all the people you work with are enemies. In this antique city, all the shops are enemies.
Chen Wenzhe is naturally not afraid. Since he dares to open the door to do business, he is not afraid of any challenges.
They had just sat down here and before they finished a cup of tea, an old man walked in.
"Qian Qinggu, the boss of Qingguzhai, he is treacherous here, so be careful." Zhang Yijie reminded the old man as soon as he came in.
Chen Wenzhe stood up and immediately greeted him. Bullying newcomers seemed to be something everyone in all walks of life liked to see.
Although he is a little dissatisfied, Chen Wenzhe is still looking forward to it.
No matter what people come for, etiquette must be in place.
"Old man, what do you want to see?"
Chen Wenzhe showed his eight teeth and served with a smile to the extreme.
This store will be handed over to his brother and sister-in-law in the future, so he will naturally not offend anyone, otherwise, his brother will not be able to work here.
"You're a good young man. There's a little traitor. You should know what I'm here to do, right?" The old man said with a smile while stroking a few of his rat whiskers.
"Stretch me, please, and see how good I am. Let's talk about it first, old man. I'm a person who can't afford to be too early."
"Okay, I like young people like you. Look at this, old man, I want to make a move and give you a price!"
Chen Wenzhe laughed when he saw it. This was a Qing Dynasty Huang Ge glaze blue and white vase with figures, swords and horses.
The cylinder bottle, also known as the elephant-leg bottle, is a new type of vessel created during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.
In fact, it is a bottle that looks like a tube, which is not common, but Chen Wenzhe has inherited too many things after all.
When he was studying this thing in his dream, he had done a few things before. How could he not recognize it?
Although you can recognize it as the real thing at a glance, you still have to get your hands on it and take a closer look.
In the antique shop, it’s easy to keep your eyes open and make conclusions after just a few glances, but that doesn’t end well.
However, before getting started, there are some things that need to be said.
He looked away from the bottle, looked up, and saw three young people walking in together.
This place is really nice. At least there is no shortage of customers. As long as you use a little refreshment, you won't go wrong if you want to do business.
Signaling Zhang Yijie to come over to entertain him, Chen Wenzhe looked at Qian Qinggu.
"Old senior, what are you going to do with this bottle?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
Qian Qinggu looked at Chen Wenzhe, who was putting on makeup, and felt a little funny. What does such a young guy know?
Yesterday, he found out clearly that he was born in a rural area in Dongshan, and his family had generations of farmers, but not a single literate person.
There is no inheritance. He just relied on reading a few books in college to get into the antique business? It’s a big loss for him!
"Sell!" Qian Qinggu said firmly.
If you don’t take advantage of the opening of the new store to collect some wool, you won’t be able to collect it in the future.
Chen Wenzhe smiled: "Are we really going to kick the gym? Senior, don't blame me for standing up!"
"Haha, when I come here, it can only be regarded as an exchange within the industry. How can it be called a gymnasium? However, if you stand still, you can survive here."
"Is this Dou Bao?" I don't know when a middle-aged couple walked in with two children.
"Is this Dou Bao? Use that porcelain cylinder?" After hearing this, the young man next to him asked curiously.
This store is really small, so everyone can hear them clearly.
"If you guys are interested, just take a look and listen. Not everyone can enter this antique store." Qian Qinggu was even more excited when he saw people watching.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Wenzhe carefully inspected the bottle.
While checking, Chen Wenzhe asked: "How much does the old man want?"
In fact, he knew the value of this thing as soon as he held it in his hands.
The thing looks good, but the value is not high. There must be something wrong with it.