Chen Hao appeared southwest of Panjiayuan Bridge on the East Third Ring Road of Zhongzhou. He no longer held the iron box weighing more than 500 kilograms and only carried a military satchel with him.
Jubaozhai.
This is the most impressive antique shop in the area.
Chen Hao pushed the door open and walked in.
The room is antique, with all kinds of porcelain on display, and old calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, setting off the artistic conception that an antique store should have.
"Please give me a price for this thing."
Chen Hao took out a silver dollar from his military satchel and handed it to the old man standing behind the counter.
The old man took the silver dollar and saw clearly the T-shaped pattern on the edge of the silver dollar. His eyes narrowed slightly. He took out a magnifying glass and carefully looked at both sides of the silver dollar. Then he blew on the silver dollar, put it to his ear, and listened intently for a few seconds.
"Silver dollars are not rare, thirty yuan."
The old man bid nonchalantly.
In his opinion, how could a mere middle school student understand the value of this silver dollar?
"Thirty yuan..."
Chen Hao sneered, took back the silver dollar, turned around and left.
The old man was stunned for a moment and shouted: "Fifty!"
"Two thousand five, I won't sell it for a penny less." Chen Hao turned around and responded to the old man with a firm attitude.
"this......"
The old man's expression changed continuously, he frowned and looked at Chen Hao, and said: "Two thousand and five thousand is too high."
Chen Haodao: "Do you believe it or not, I asked for three thousand, and some people accepted it?"
The old man was at a loss for words. He realized that Chen Hao knew the value of the silver dollar beside him, so he nodded helplessly and said: "Two thousand five thousand, I'll take it."
Chen Hao returned to the counter and took out twenty T-edged silver dollars from his military satchel.
"so much......"
The old man was a little surprised.
Chen Hao said nothing.
The old man carefully checked the silver dollar and made sure it was fine. He opened the safe under the counter, took out five stacks of hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to Chen Hao.
Chen Hao took the money and counted it with a calm expression.
This kid is not simple.
The old man sighed secretly.
Fifty thousand yuan is not a small amount of money. Even if an adult in his thirties or forties receives such a sum of money, he or she will probably be overjoyed and find it difficult to be so calm.
"Just right."
After Chen Hao counted the money, he put it into Jin Jun's shoulder bag.
"If there are still such silver coins with t-edges, you can bring them again." The old man put away his contempt and faced Chen Hao with a smile.
"How much do you want?"
"right!"
"I still have more than nine thousand coins, do you want them?"
Chen Hao's words stunned the old man.
"I live in Room 1106 of Daxia Hotel. This is the room phone number. If you want silver coins, please contact me within three days. I will go to Shanghai in three days."
Chen Hao left the room phone number and left the antique store.
That night, the old man and his two apprentices accompanied a Hong Kong businessman to meet with Chen Hao.
In the living room of the suite.
Chen Hao faced six people, including two burly men in black suits.
These two men are obviously the bodyguards of Hong Kong businessmen.
"Do you really have more than 9,000 T-edge silver dollars?" The Hong Kong businessman said as he sat on the sofa and took out the cigar box from the inner pocket of his suit jacket.
Snap!
The delicate cigar box lid pops open.
A Hong Kong businessman who looked to be in his forties with a slicked back hair picked up a cigar, held it in his mouth, slowly leaned against the sofa, and crossed his legs.
It's like he is the owner of this room.
Behind the sofa, a man in black quickly took out a lighter and bent down to light a cigar for the Hong Kong businessman.
Not to mention now, in more than ten years' time, this Hong Kong businessman's current style and posture will be able to intimidate most mainlanders.
But this method is of no use to the reborn Chen Hao.
"This is the boss of our Jubaozhai, Mr. Zheng." The old man introduced the Hong Kong businessman to Chen Hao.
The owner of Jubaozhai is a Hong Kong businessman, and Chen Hao is not surprised at all.
"Did you bring the money?"
Chen Hao is neither humble nor arrogant in the face of the arrogant and coaxing Hong Kong businessmen.
"Aren't you afraid of being caught for reselling so many silver dollars at once?" There was an implicit threat in the words of the Hong Kong businessman.
"What do you mean?"
Chen Hao asked Hong Kong businessmen tepidly.
"If I report it, your silver dollars will be confiscated and you will go to jail. How about this? If you sell me a silver dollar for 500 yuan, you can get nearly 5 million. At your age, earning 5 million is already very good."
That's great, don't be too greedy, greedy people usually don't end well."
After the Hong Kong businessman finished speaking, he shook his legs and smoked a cigar leisurely, as if he was convinced by Chen Hao.
"You report it now."
Chen Hao is fearless.
The old man standing aside was surprised that a middle school student was so calm and unbelievable.
"you......"
Hong Kong businessmen were speechless.
"If you don't report it, I'll make the call myself."
Chen Hao walked to the desk, picked up the phone, and asked to call the police.
"Don't!"
When the Hong Kong businessman saw Chen Hao really dialing the number, he stood up in a hurry.
Overseas, the value of a t-side silver dollar is more than 3,000 yuan. If you collect one for 2,500 yuan, you will earn at least 500 yuan. Moreover, the t-side silver dollar has great potential for appreciation.
Collect it and sell it after three or five years to make more profits.
Such a good opportunity to make money is in front of you, how can you miss it?
Chen Hao, who was holding the phone, stopped dialing and looked at the Hong Kong businessman coldly, "What's wrong?"
"I was just joking."
Hong Kong businessmen smiled.
"joke?"
Chen Hao looked disdainful and put down the phone.
"Mr. Zheng is really joking. I brought all the money." The old man hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, and hinted with his eyes to the two apprentices and bodyguards to take out the money.
The four people placed four large bags on the coffee table, opened the zippers, and stacks of brand new hundred-dollar bills appeared.
"Twenty-four and seven million, every penny is a penny. It's all here. I wonder where your silver dollars are, little brother?" The old man looked at Chen Hao with a smile.
Chen Hao walked to the bedroom.
The Hong Kong businessman stared at Chen Hao's back, his smile disappeared, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Of course he was not happy about being messed up by a middle school student.
Chen Hao took out the iron box from the bedroom, placed it next to the coffee table, and lifted the lid.
A Hong Kong businessman named Zheng couldn't help laughing when he saw that the box was full of silver coins.
Next, Chen Hao counted and inspected the money, and the old man led two apprentices to appraise the silver coins.
After both parties finished their work, it was already late at night.
The two bodyguards and the old man's two apprentices worked together to lift the iron box and place it on the luggage trolley that had been prepared in advance.
The group is leaving.
"Wait."
Chen Hao suddenly spoke.
The six people turned around to look at Chen Hao.
Chen Hao shook his hand and shot out a silver dollar.
Peng!
Silver dollars embedded in the wall.
The six people were stunned.
Chen Haodao: "This silver dollar is considered a gift."
Hong Kong businessman, the old man came back to his senses and stared at the silver dollar embedded in the wall.
Most of the silver dollars are embedded in the wall.
One of the bodyguards took great effort to pull out the silver dollar.
Mr. Wu, a Hong Kong businessman named Zheng and the shopkeeper of Jubaozhai, stared at the silver coins and shuddered.
The silver dollar is slightly twisted and has traces left by thumb pressing.
While the two of them were shocked, they remembered that Chen Hao was holding an iron box weighing more than 500 kilograms as if he was holding something dozens of kilograms, calmly and calmly.
This guy is a practicing practitioner, not just any ordinary practicing practitioner.
When the Hong Kong businessman surnamed Zheng realized this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Just now he was still thinking about how to deal with the young man who made him more than 24 million yuan.
He would inevitably feel distressed and unwilling to pay so much money at once.
Fortunately, I was warned by the other party, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Don't worry, I will never say anything you shouldn't say, and I won't do anything you shouldn't do." The Hong Kong businessman surnamed Zheng understood that Chen Hao was warning him and expressed his stance sincerely.
"As you wish."
Chen Hao seemed indifferent.
Mr. Wu, a Hong Kong businessman named Zheng, increasingly felt that Chen Hao was mysterious and unpredictable, so he bid farewell to Chen Hao in a polite manner.