The other party laughed loudly and said, "You look like an amateur at first glance."
"There are many versions of Yongzheng Tongbao. Yours belongs to Baowu Bureau."
"How much more is it worth? If it's from other bureaus, I don't want it."
After the appraisal was completed, the middle-aged man said seriously, "Well, I won't lie to you. I want the eight hundred yuan."
Chen Fan snatched it over. Antiques are valuable if you like them, but worthless if you don't.
"One price, two thousand."
"I'll give it to you if you want it, don't push it down."
"One thousand and two, no more!"
The middle-aged man seemed to really want it and offered a real price.
In fact, Chen Fan also checked online and found that a genuine Yongzheng Tongbao, the version he owns, is about between one thousand and two thousand.
But he paid Wang Hao 216 and didn't even earn a thousand yuan, so he quit.
"At least one thousand fourteen, no bargaining!"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "One thousand and four doesn't sound good, I'll give you one thousand three hundred and eight."
"make a deal!"
The middle-aged man was also an expert. He paid the money quickly and then handed Chen Fan a business card.
"Young man, if you have any good things in the future, you can come to me at Baibaozhai on Wenzheng Street."
After seeing the 1,380 yuan received on WeChat, Chen Fan truly believed his eyes.
Since the information you see with your eyes is true, what do you have to worry about?
The door to wealth has been opened, and he doesn't want to waste time.
I walked around the antique street again and found that there were indeed very few things here, but they were not completely absent.
Sometimes some antique dealers collect some treasures from the countryside, and even they themselves cannot tell whether they are genuine or not, and they get the advantage of others in a confused way.
This is picking up leaks.
There are many things on display at a stall in front.
Pottery, purple clay, porcelain, jade, jewelry... a dazzling array of items.
Chen Fan glanced at it, and a message suddenly popped up in front of his eyes: Palace snuff bottle, 1832, Beijing.
There were a dozen snuff bottles on the stall, and only one of them had such a message pop up.
Everything else is fake or worthless street stuff.
Chen Fan was a layman anyway and didn't understand anything. He randomly grabbed a fake and asked.
"Boss, how do you sell this?"
The stall owner glanced at him and said, "Five thousand!"
What a joke.
For fakes like this, if they cost more than ten yuan each, you should just pick them up, right?
He held it in his hand and tossed it, "Tell me the real price, I'll buy it for fun."
The other party glanced at him, saying there was no business anyway, and casually said, "If you really want a thousand yuan, take it!"
You can never buy a real thing with a thousand dollars, and a real thing will definitely cost more than a thousand dollars.
Chen Fan put it back again, pretending to be ready to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, come back!"
"How much do you pay?"
Sure enough, it's like selling clothes. If you don't want it, he will call you back.
Chen Fan said boringly, "You really think they are treasures! If it costs two hundred yuan, I will buy one and play with it."
"Okay, okay! Okay, you pick one!"
The boss shook his head, business is hard to do these days.
I got these things from the countryside for more than ten yuan each.
If you encounter someone who doesn't know the goods, kill him if you can.
Anyway, there is a rule in the antique street: no matter whether the goods are genuine or fake, you will leave after buying them.
If you buy a fake product, it means you have poor eyesight and you will consider yourself unlucky.
If you find genuine products, you will be lucky.
Chen Fan paid two hundred yuan and took away the snuff bottle.
Baibaozhai, right?
Chen Fan rode a shared bicycle and followed the navigation on his mobile phone to Wenzheng Street.
There are many teahouses and some antique shops on Wenzheng Street.
This is a famous leisure street in Jiangzhou. The people living here are very leisurely and not at all as depressed as in big cities.
Those who are able to open a shop on this street have basically achieved financial freedom, drinking tea and walking around every day.
As for whether the store's business is open or not, they don't care.
Chen Fan came to Baibaozhai, and the middle-aged man who just bought his copper coins happened to be there.
"Hey, little brother, why are you here?"
Chen Fan looked at his shop, and his eyes were blinded by the antiques.
Countless pieces of information popped up before my eyes, explaining clearly the origins of these treasures.
He is indeed a connoisseur, and almost all the things he collects have their origins.
Chen Fan took out the snuff bottle he just found and said, "I have something here, do you want to take a look?"
"Hey! You really have a lot of treasures in your hands?"
"Why didn't you take it out just now?"
At this point, he suddenly realized something, "You couldn't have picked this up in the antique street, right?"
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Do you want it?"
The other party took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and then took out the magnifying glass.
The inside of the snuff bottle is painted with pictures of ladies.
After seeing it, the other party said, "Although this can be considered an antique, it is not a royal item. It is just an ordinary palace snuff bottle. How much do you want to sell it for?"
Chen Fandao, "Mr. Zuo, although we only met today, it can be considered a fate."
"I don't understand the antique industry either. Just look at the price."
"If I think it can be sold, I will sell it. If you don't treat me badly, I will sell you something in the future."
The implication is that if you deliberately kill me, our friendship will only last once, and there will never be a second time.
Zuo Handong smiled and said, "Tell me first how this came about?"
"Didn't you guess it just now?"
Chen Fan didn't hide it either. Zuo Handong said in surprise, "Where did you really get it?"
He gave Chen Fan a thumbs up.81Zw.????m
I'm afraid this young man is lying if he says he doesn't understand. If he really didn't understand, how could he have found such a treasure?
He thought for a moment and said, "Since you trust me so much, then I will give you a real price."
"This snuff bottle only costs RMB 60,000 to RMB 70,000 on the market. What percentage of profit can you give me?"
He is also very sophisticated. The value of things lies here. If you want to make money, I also want to make money.
It just depends on whether you have a big appetite and whether it's worth dating.
Chen Fan didn't expect that the other party would put the problem on him, so he simply said, "Give it fifty thousand! How much you can earn from the rest is up to you."
"Happy! Deal."
Zuo Handong admired this young man more and more for his straightforwardness and courage.
He transferred 50,000 yuan to Chen Fan's account.
"Little brother, come to me if you have good things in the future."
Zuo Handong personally walked him to the door and watched Chen Fan leave on a shared bicycle.
I resold two things this morning and made 50,964.
Chen Fan is becoming more and more confident.
But I am a student after all, and I cannot go to the antique market every day to pick up missing items.
Besides, I also lack knowledge in this area. Although I know the origin of these things, I can't grasp many things.
There was also news about the stock market that he couldn't miss, so he went to a securities company to open an account.
Set aside 3064 and transfer the remaining 480,000 to the capital account of the stock market.
A message popped up on the newly downloaded stock trading software: Dongfeng Pharmaceutical rose 10.02%.
Now it has dropped slightly by 1.32%, Chen Fan unceremoniously bought the whole position!
