Yangjiang is a small place, but the real good buyers are in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. Take the TV series "Osmanthus in May" as an example. The price of an enamel olive bottle from the Kangxi period is 80,000 yuan.
This is because of connections. To put it bluntly, this thing is rare for foreigners. If you buy it back, the British Museum will pay a high price for it.
Judging from what the shopkeeper means, 50,000 is basically his limit.
It's just that Zhang Heng had heard about the depth of water in the antique jade, and was ready to try it again: "Eighty thousand oceans, if it works, I will keep the things. If it doesn't work, I will go back to Yanjing and take a look over there."
"Eighty thousand?"
The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and smacked his palms: "Eighty thousand is eighty thousand, I'm going to raise money right now."
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.
It's so happy. Seeing this, he would have lost 80,000 yuan. The shopkeeper must have made a profit of at least 20,000 yuan, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy.
Fortunately, this thing seemed to be real but not real, and Zhang Heng made a lot of money, so he immediately said: "I will only wait for you for two hours."
After saying that, he added: "Don't play tricks, otherwise if I smash something, it won't fall into your hands."
"Oh, I was afraid you would run away with your things."
The shopkeeper was even more anxious than Zhang Heng and hurriedly told the boy: "Whatever Mr. Zhang likes to eat or drink, take the money from the counter to buy it and do it. Even if Mr. Zhang is happy, he will burn down the shop. In short, it will be done."
You have to wait for me to come back."
Under the watch of the young man, the shopkeeper ran away quickly.
The wait was over an hour.
Zhang Heng was eating snacks, drinking tea, and was thinking about whether to go to the toilet again when the shopkeeper came back with a happy face.
"Mr. Zhang, please look..."
The shopkeeper held a stack of silver notes and introduced with excitement: "The number of Xishan banknotes is rising day by day. There are eight 10,000 ocean banknotes. They can be redeemed nationwide."
Zhang Heng didn't know much about the banknotes, so he glanced at Zhang Zhentian.
Zhang Zhentian took the banknote and examined it carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "It's true."
Zhang Heng nodded and asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, how many gold bars can these 80,000 silver dollars be exchanged for?"
The shopkeeper replied: "30 silver dollars can be exchanged for a small yellow croaker of 1 tael, and 80,000 silver dollars can be exchanged for 2,600 gold bars, which is 2,600 taels."
Zhang Heng made an estimate in his mind.
If 2,600 taels of gold were brought to modern times, they could probably be exchanged for 35 million.
Of course, he can't take all the money away, as Dagou Town also has expenses.
The high imitation jade Guanyin bought for RMB 30,000 can earn a return rate of more than a thousand times once it is resold. It is impossible not to make a fortune.
And he has an idea.
Low-end jade is too low-end, and it is still easy for rich people to make money. In the future, we should continue to take the high-end route, where a single transaction can cost tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands.
Not to mention, countries such as Fotai, Fusang, Singapore, and Myanmar all like jade.
Especially Fuso, everyone from the royal family to cabinet ministers, influenced by the Han and Tang dynasties, loves jade.
In addition, Fuso people also like to collect tea utensils and spend a lot of money on this.
In reality, there is an aunt named Li in Jiangnan who can make this thing.
A set of low-end products costing 180 yuan can fool Fuso's treasure appraisal experts.
If we replace them with high imitations and create a batch of customized versions for royal use, I wonder if we can deceive the Fuso royal family.
When he walked out of the pawn shop, Zhang Zhentian's face was red and he could no longer maintain his usual composure.
Brothers Da Kui and Xiao Kui also followed Zhang Heng with their chests held high and their heads held high. Pedestrians on the road came a little closer and were shouted back by the two men with stern eyes. They looked like a bitch.
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"It's only eighty thousand oceans, it's not worth it."
"Cousin, take these 10,000 yuan in silver notes and go to the bank to exchange them for 1,000 yuan in cash and come back. The remaining 9,000 yuan should be exchanged for 100 yuan in small notes."
"Wait a while, let's go to the market to buy some chickens, ducks, pigs and cows. After a while, when I return to the family tree, I plan to set up a flowing banquet in the town for three days, and then invite a theater troupe, and let everyone follow.
Busy and lively.”
Zhang Heng was calm and calm.
Eighty thousand oceans could not touch his heart at all, because he knew very well that this was just the beginning.
"Cousin, this is 10,000 yuan. I have never seen so much money in my life. Why don't you ask Da Kui to come with me and bring a few people with me, otherwise I won't feel at ease."
When he heard that he was asked to exchange for cash, Zhang Zhentian murmured a little, fearing that someone would rob him halfway.
When Zhang Heng saw this, he didn't hesitate and ordered: "Dakui, call a few tribesmen to accompany my cousin."
"okay."
Dakui happily agreed, greeted a few tribesmen sitting in the teahouse, and followed Zhang Zhentian to the ocean.
Zhang Heng refused to wait and asked someone to stay at the tea shop while he led the others to the market.
"Candy man, a delicious and fun candy man."
"Baby cabbage, a penny a bundle."
"Baozi, freshly baked buns."
In the market, people were coming and going, and the sound of selling was endless.
Zhang Heng watched with interest and soon noticed a Zhuangzi with a straw rope hanging at the door not far away.
"What is this for sale?"
Seeing that the people in the market were avoiding Zhuangzi, Zhang Heng became interested.
"Brother Heng."
Zhang boldly explained later: "Nowadays, there is war and chaos, and disasters are still happening in some places. Life is difficult for everyone. Many people can't afford to eat, so they can only sell themselves as slaves. This village with straw ropes is selling live food."
Livestock farm."
"Renzhuang?"
Zhang Heng couldn't help but take a second look.
People always have to live. When a person is so hungry that he digs grass roots to eat, dignity, morality, bottom line, and conscience become no longer important. What matters is living.
"Go in and have a look."
Zhang Heng took the lead.
The persona he gave himself was that of a rich young man who had returned from Nanyang. It was impossible for him to live alone in the old house for a long time. This was not in line with his identity.
They met today, so he took a few people back. He thought to himself that it would be better for these people to follow him than to follow other people. At least they wouldn't be like the stingy landlords in movies and TV shows, who really treat people like cattle.
"Brother, choose me. I eat less. I only need half a bowl of millet for a meal."
This is a little girl with a sallow complexion.
"Master, choose me. I can work, I have strength, I can cook, herd cows and raise chickens."
This is a boy walking with a limp.
"Sir, choose me. He is lame and cannot herd cattle at all."
"Who says I can't herd cows? I can herd cows."
"Bah, you cripple, who would want you? You haven't been sold for half a month."
"No one wants you, I will fight with you."
Two boys started fighting.
"You two idiots, who asked you to fight in front of the guests?"
During the commotion, a man in red and green pushed two little boys to the ground.
The two little boys did not dare to cry. They got up timidly and stood aside, their whole bodies trembling with fear.
"Sir, this kid doesn't understand the rules. I will teach them a lesson later."
Ya Po has a horse-like face and a black mole on the right corner of her mouth. She has a mean look on her face: "What do you guys want to see? I have all kinds of people, boys and girls, smaller ones, big ones."
Someone who knows how to cook, someone who can warm a bed, someone who knows how to plow the fields, someone who knows how to serve people, everything you need."
Zhang Heng glanced over, unwilling to talk nonsense with Ya Po, and said bluntly: "Are there any servant ladies over thirty years old?"
"Yes, it's cheaper to escape from the north."
Ya Po laughed when she heard this: "How many do you want? I can't find enough for you. As long as the price is right, I can sell it to you even if you want my sister."
Zhang Heng didn't accept the words, but just ordered: "Mother-in-law, here are eight of you."
"Young maids in their teens, if you want good looks, here are four of them."
"A watchman in his forties, with good legs and feet, here comes one."
"Here comes a concierge who is in his fifties and is an honest and responsible person."
"I want a mother-in-law who knows how to cook and is a good cook. There is no age limit."
Zhang Heng ordered fifteen people in one breath.
As a result, just after he finished speaking, Zhang Zhentian came back with someone. When he asked Zhang Heng whether he was looking for servants, he said: "Cousin, we have people in our clan who want to use them, so there is no need to spend this money."
Zhang Heng didn't see it that way, and shook his head and said: "I can't write two Zhangs in one sentence. I don't feel comfortable using people from my own clan as servants. Furthermore, these people are selling people as slaves, so they don't necessarily have to do it."
Wherever they go, I will buy them back to prevent them from being sold to some bad places."
Zhang Zhentian opened his mouth, unable to say anything else.
In fact, what he meant was that the total number of the Zhang clan was more than 7,000, and there were many people in the clan who had no way to feed themselves and had to sell their sons and daughters.
Rather than using outsiders, it is better to give opportunities to people in the tribe, so that they can have food to eat and avoid separation of flesh and blood.
"I do things in a measured way. As long as I am here, everyone in the Zhang family will have enough to eat."
Zhang Heng saw Zhang Zhentian's hidden meaning and waved his hand to signal him to calm down.
After a while...
"Sir, I have prepared all the people you want, especially these four little girls. Look at their appearance, do you still care about them?"
After a while, Yapo directed a few strong men to bring the people over.
Needless to say, the rough messengers and wives are all middle-aged women in their thirties and forties.
Some came to escape famine, some sold themselves because their families didn't have enough to eat, and some were desperate for money and took the initiative to work as servants.
These people were very cooperative, and some were still muttering in a low voice about how much money they would get after selling themselves. The family would be waiting for the rice to be cooked.
However, there are those who cooperate, and naturally there are those who do not.
Two of the four little girls had expressionless faces, looking resigned to their fate.
His eyes wandered around, looking at Zhang Heng carefully.
Another one looked dissatisfied and shouted: "I don't want to sell myself, and I don't want to work for others. Whoever you like can go."
"Hey, you little trickster, I bought you from your gambler father for the price of two hundred kilograms of millet."
"If you say you don't want to go, you won't go. I think you are in high spirits."
Yapo stretched out her hand and wiped it on her head, took off the silver hairpin on her head, bit her back molars and ran to the little girl: "Old lady, I specialize in treating troublesome people!" She said fiercely: "I have to treat you!"
"okay!"
Zhang Heng waved his hand and stopped Ya Po.
The little girl was very frightened, but her eyes were still full of defiance, just like a little tiger.
"Sir, this person is really cunning. If you don't treat her harshly, she won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the old woman carefully. I'll keep her in custody and let her howl without hurting her body."
Ya Po looked proud.
A person who can be a nanny is not afraid of encountering unfaithful people, and is afraid that he will not be able to eat this bowl of rice.
Others thought this little tiger was too powerful to be treated, but she didn't think so.
A patient with a tough temper will feel relieved after being admitted to hospital, just like taking a bite of ice-cold watermelon in the dog days of summer, all he wants is this energy.