After bidding farewell to Yang Xiaoyun, Zhang Yuan went home to rest.
The next day, Zhang Yuan came to his store early.
The newly recruited store clerks yesterday also came to work on time.
After a while, there was a chirping sound outside, and Zhang Yuan asked the clerk standing at the door.
"What's going on outside? Is there any excitement?"
The clerk replied.
"Boss, it's an old lady leading a group of children."
As he said that, the group of people walked up to him.
The old man looked up at the plaque and asked with a kind face.
"Excuse me, is this Zhang Yuan's shop?"
The clerk was stunned for a moment and then hurriedly called Zhang Yuan.
"Boss, boss, I'm looking for you."
Zhang Yuan walked forward full of doubts, only to realize that the people coming were actually Dean Cao and the children from the orphanage.
He hurriedly greeted everyone and said.
"Dean, why are you here? Come in quickly."
Then he quickly asked the clerk to pour water and prepare food.
The children looked around with surprise and curiosity, and couldn't help but ask Zhang Yuan.
"Brother Yuan, is this really your shop? It's so beautiful!"
"Brother Yuan, can I come here to work for you when I grow up?"
"Brother Yuan, these vases are so beautiful!"
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Zhang Yuan also answered each one with a smile.
Dean Cao saw this and said.
"Okay Xiao Yuan, don't be too busy coaxing them. I brought the children here because I wanted to help you clean up your new store when it opens."
Hearing Dean Cao's concern and seeing the smiles on the children's faces, Zhang Yuan's heart was instantly filled with warmth.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that it was not that he had no home, it was just that his home was different from ordinary people's.
So he said with a smile.
"There's nothing I need help with. Everything was sorted out yesterday."
After hearing this, Dean Cao wanted to take the children to work hard and did not want to stay here and cause trouble to Zhang Yuan.
Even though Zhang Yuan tried his best to stay, he still couldn't win over the other party and had no choice but to let them leave in the end.
It was not until noon that Zhang Yuan welcomed the first customer of his shop.
I saw a man wrapped in a coat walking in.
The man looked about forty, with a cautious look on his face, and asked with a slight dialect accent.
"Is your boss here?"
Zhang Yuan glanced at the man's bulging skirt, stepped forward and responded.
"I am the boss, do you have anything to sell?"
The man glanced around, his hands on his clothes tightened again and again, he didn't speak, he just nodded dully.
Zhang Yuan saw this and said directly.
"Then let's go to the reception room to talk."
Then he led the man to the reception room and ordered Wan Peng to prepare tea.
After sitting down, Zhang Yuan did not speak in a hurry and waited quietly for the man to speak.
The man grabbed the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he opened his clothes and took out a one-eared porcelain bottle from his arms, placed it gently on the table, and said.
"That's it."
When Zhang Yuan took a closer look, his face lit up with joy.
I can see that the porcelain bottle has soft and round lines, giving people a simple and solemn feeling.
The enamel is thick and moist, and although the decoration is a bit blurry, it is very freehand.
All are characteristics of the mid-Ming Dynasty.
Even Wan Peng on the side couldn't help but feel a little excited.
Zhang Yuan subconsciously picked up the porcelain vase and wanted to take a closer look.
But the man suddenly stretched out his hand to help the porcelain bottle.
Zhang Yuan was stunned when he saw this, and then said helplessly.
"Brother, if you want to sell, I, the buyer, always have to take a look to make sure I can buy it."
When the man heard this, he hesitated for a moment, and then slowly backed away.
Zhang Yuan immediately picked up the vase and inspected it carefully, and finally determined that it was a porcelain vase from the Ming Dynasty, but from a private kiln. However, he couldn't afford to put away the vase from an official kiln, so he spoke directly.
"10w, if you think this price is okay, I'll take it."
Seeing that the man looked honest, Zhang Yuan directly quoted a real price. Of course, he would probably make a profit of about 10,000 when he resold it in the future. After all, he was not a philanthropist.
The man was obviously stunned for a moment after hearing this number, then stood up suddenly and said excitedly.
"Really? Is this thing really worth 100,000 yuan?"
Wan Peng on the side couldn't help but smack his lips secretly when he saw this reaction. He never expected that this man who regarded the bottle as a treasure didn't even have a general understanding of the price.
I can't help but feel upset for Zhang Yuan. If I had known earlier, I should have lowered the price.
But Zhang Yuan didn't think so and just said with a smile.
"Of course it's true. If you think it's okay, I can give you the money now."
The man sat on the chair for a while, swallowed his saliva, and asked seriously.
"Then if I still have many bottles like this, or even better-looking ones than this one, can you still accept them?"
Zhang Yuan was stunned.
Then I heard the man gesticulating and saying.
"There are many bottles like this in my old house. This is just one of them. I can sell them all to you."
Zhang Yuan came back to his senses and was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that the first business was a big deal, so he said immediately.
"Of course it's no problem. Just bring it over and I'll accept it if there's no problem after I take a look at it."
When the man heard this, he suddenly looked embarrassed and said.
"There are too many bottles. I can't get them. Why don't you come with me?"
Zhang Yuan didn't think too much and just let Wan Peng prepare the car.
The car was soon ready. After Zhang Yuan and Wan Peng got on the car, the man did not move.
Zhang Yuan was stunned and asked.
"What's the matter, bro? Get in the car."
The man replied dully.
"Go with me yourself."
Wan Peng frowned immediately after hearing this and asked.
"What's the meaning?"
The man said bluntly.
"There are so many bottles in my old house. If you have bad thoughts after seeing them, I can't handle you two by myself."
After hearing this, Zhang Yuan immediately felt dumbfounded and opened his mouth to explain.
"Brother, don't worry, we are not that kind of people. Besides, my store is right here. If anything happens, you can let the police find me."
But the man remained silent and unmoved.
Upon seeing this, Wan Peng immediately reminded him in a low voice.
"Boss, something is wrong. Be careful of fraud."
Zhang Yuan also frowned, but he was not willing to lose such a big business, so he thought for a moment and spoke.
"Wan Peng, please stay in the store. I'll go with him and contact you if anything happens."
Seeing Zhang Yuan's determined look, Wan Peng could only get out of the car.
Then the man got in the car and left with Zhang Yuan.
Under the man's guidance, Zhang Yuan quickly drove to the suburbs, and finally stopped in front of an old house that seemed to be in disrepair.
The man unlocked the door and led Zhang Yuan into the dark old house. Suddenly, a musty smell hit his nose.
This didn't look like a place where antiques could be stored, so Zhang Yuan took out his cell phone indifferently and sent his location to Wan Peng.