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Chapter 1336

Chapter 1336

It's been 81 years, and within a year or two, I'll start returning things. If I don't buy them, I won't have anywhere to buy them.

That's not right. The cultural relic shops are closed, but the antique market is about to emerge, and you can buy more things.

But there were also many fakes there, so Hua Zhao was afraid of being noticed, so she bought it at a cultural relics store with peace of mind.

Although there are fakes here...but they are few and cheap.

Hua Zhao was very happy to find a few more calligraphy and paintings.

"Mr. Gu, why didn't you take out this treasure from the bottom of the box before?" Hua Zhao chatted with the manager of the cultural relics store.

This is probably the outsider she is most familiar with. Over the years, she has taken care of his business.

Well, this is not his business, he just gets a dead salary.

Mr. Gu likes Hua Zhao very much because he likes cultural relics, and Hua Zhao also likes them.

In all the capital, he has never seen anyone more fanatical than Hua Zhao.

Over the years, Hua Zhao bought enough things from him to open a store.

"Where did you get the treasure at the bottom of the box? You have already emptied the box. It was just delivered from the store below, waiting for the right person." Mr. Gu winked at Hua Zhao.

His gray hair and rosy skin make him look like an old naughty boy.

Most people would not take out these good things when they come here. Only when a few players who really like to collect them come, he will take action.

And here, of course Hua Zhao takes priority.

"Thank you, old man. If you get such a good thing in the future, be sure to call me! I'll treat you to dinner later!" Hua Zhao said with a smile.

"That's a good feeling." Mr. Gu smiled.

"By the way, I came today to trouble you." Hua Zhao said.

"What are you looking for again?" Mr. Gu asked curiously.

Hua Zhao often troubles him and asks him to help find things.

"This time I want to find a master who can make gold foil. Do you know such a person?" Hua Zhao asked.

Gold foil is not something that ordinary craftsmen can do, they are all special talents.

And this kind of talent has been unemployed for many years, so she has nowhere to ask.

But Mr. Ancient should know.

Before there were antiquities shops, he was a goldsmith.

"You want gold foil? How much do you want?" Mr. Gu asked.

"It takes a lot," Hua Zhao said.

She plans to make a batch of gold foil invitations.

However, the invitation must be taken back. No matter how luxurious it is, it can only stay in the hands of the guests for a while and will not make them happy.

Hua Zhao wanted to make some bookmarks and put them in the invitations as a casual gift. When the guests return the invitations, they can leave the bookmarks, which is more fun.

"I also need a craftsman to help me make a few things." Hua Zhao said, taking the pen and paper on the counter, and casually drew a few invitations and bookmarks.

She is well-informed and the style of the invitations is absolutely unique.

The pattern above needs to be embellished with gold foil.

Just embellishment.

It's not impossible to cover the whole piece with gold foil, it doesn't cost much anyway.

The price of gold fluctuated greatly in 1981. At the beginning of the year, it was nearly US$600 an ounce, and by the end of the year it was more than US$390 an ounce.

Then convert the exchange rate.

At its cheapest, one gram of gold is equivalent to 24 yuan, and at its most expensive, it only costs more than 30 yuan.

One gram of gold can make half a square meter of gold foil.

Even if the entire invitation is made of gold foil, the cost per piece is only a few cents.

But outsiders won't know how cheap gold foil is. They will only see it shining brightly.

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