In response to Fat Brother My Last Name is Wang, he said that Xue Chen, who made a huge fortune in Pingyuan City and made new gains in Beichang City, was his brother. Many members responded with criticism and contempt.
"Driver Wang, stop talking and get off the train quickly."
"Brother, stop bragging. This Xue Chen is obviously my brother, the kind who chops off chicken heads and burns yellow paper. How come I didn't know I had a brother like you?"
"Fat brother, when you see someone getting rich, do you want to become a brother and take advantage of him? I despise you. How can you not bring me with you for such a good thing?"
"He is your brother? Don't believe it!"
There are all kinds of messages: ridiculing, contemptuous, joking, etc.
"If you don't believe it, you can come to my place and see for yourself. Brother Wang, I'll treat you to tea. Five hundred and one taels of good tea! The coordinates are Excellent Antique Shop on Sandao Street, Nancheng District, Haicheng City, Yunzhou Province." Fat brother, my surname is Wang, spoke.
road.
This person is naturally Wang Dong. He has been paying attention to the posts about Xue Chen on the forum for the past two or three days. When he saw those members expressing envy, jealousy and hatred, he couldn't help grinning.
Now I see some people questioning him, how can that be done!
"It looks real. Didn't someone reveal it? That Xue Chen also opened an antique store in Liulichang, the capital, also called Zhuoyue Antique Store. It turned out to be a branch." Someone replied.
"Hey, it turns out that the old driver is hiding his secrets, and he actually has such an awesome brother."
"It turned out to be a Zhuoyue antique store. I am from Yang'an City, Yunzhou Province. There is also a Zhuoyue antique store in Yang'an. It has been open for less than a year and is doing well."
Seeing that the members and friends on the forum believed him this time, Wang Dong sat in front of the computer, crossed his legs, smiled and started typing on the keyboard with his two fat hands.
The Shengshi Ancient and Modern Collection Forum has a very large number of visitors, ranging from experts, professors, big collectors and other upper-class people in the antique circle, to ordinary antique enthusiasts, young white-collar workers, and a large number of antique dealers.
Antique dealers can grasp some changes in the antique industry at the first time through the information exchanged on the forum, and sometimes they can obtain huge business information that takes advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.
Basically, several ancient relics occur all over the country every year. When large tombs are inadvertently discovered by farmers plowing the ground, digging vegetable cellars, or when construction sites are started, looting often breaks out before the relevant departments arrive.
The act of stealing.
Most of the time, this kind of news is not reported on TV, and even if it is broadcast, it will be one or two days later. However, it is often broken out immediately on the forum. At that time, antique dealers from all over the country will swarm over to buy the robbed and stolen items first.
Dig up the antiques and then resell them to make profits.
These antique dealers usually travel to various places to participate in exchange meetings. The antique dealers in Beichang City all remember Xue Chen's characteristics in their hearts. He is male, about 25 years old, with an accent from Yunzhou Province.
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Xue Chen washed up after returning to the hotel from the exchange meeting, had a meal in the restaurant inside the hotel, and after returning to the room, he lay on the bed and read for a while, and rested early. Naturally, he didn’t know that there were many people on the forum.
People are talking about him.
"I hope I can get a few more good ones today."
At around eight o'clock the next day, the weather was still cool. Xue Chen got out of the taxi and stood at the door of the market.
The market was still so lively, and there seemed to be more people than yesterday. Like other people, he strolled in, looking left and right quietly.
But after a while, he felt something was wrong. He always felt like someone was looking at him vaguely.
Suddenly, someone from behind shouted, "Xue Chen!"
Xue Chen turned around subconsciously and saw that the person calling him was an unknown vendor.
"Are you really Xue Chen?" The vendor looked at Xue Chen with wide eyes, as if he were looking at a giant panda that had just escaped from the zoo.
"Uh, who are you?" Xue Chen was stunned for a moment, making sure that he didn't recognize this vendor.
"Nothing." The vendor waved his hand.
Xue Chen looked at it strangely, ignored it, and walked further into the market. Little did he know that the conversation between him and the vendors just now had fallen into the eyes of interested people, especially among the vendors, the news spread rapidly.
Word spread and that person was indeed here!
At a glance, there are more than 200 stalls in the market. On average, each stall contains at least dozens of various antiques, large and small, with a total number of tens of thousands. But the real thing can
There are not even 1% of them. On average, it is impossible to find even one genuine product in one stall. The total number is only one hundred and eighty.
Needless to say, it goes without saying how difficult it is to pick out the one hundred and eighty genuine items among these tens of thousands.
There are two types of genuine products on the stalls. One is that the stall owners don’t know whether they are genuine or good. This situation is very rare. Most stall owners know the condition of their items very well.
Xue Chen didn't expect to encounter the former situation. After all, that situation was very rare. His idea was very simple. Find a good real thing, talk to the stall owner, buy it as long as the price is right, and take it to the antique store.
Sell it and earn the difference, or even if you don’t make any money, it doesn’t matter!
Now that he has opened four stores, he is already relatively experienced. Genuine antiques are the cornerstone and foundation of an antique store, and they are indispensable, while cheap imitation art is the superstructure, both of which are indispensable!
If you compare opening an antique store to a restaurant, genuine antiques are the signature dishes, which can attract customers. However, customers can never only order the signature dishes and will always order other dishes. Even if the signature dishes are priced low and are not profitable, they can make money from other dishes.
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After wandering for nearly an hour, he finally found the first "signature dish" of the day.
He knelt down in front of a stall and picked up something casually. It was a lacquerware ear cup mainly made of red and black. It was in good condition, but the workmanship was average. It was from the late Qing Dynasty, because Wang Xizhi's Lanting Collection
Preface, the elegant story of flowing wine and flowing water, lacquerware ear cups are loved by today’s upper-class literati, and are very suitable to be used to prop up antique shops.
Seeing that the stall owner was a man in his forties, he said politely: "Brother, I really like this ear cup. Please give me a price."
But to Xue Chen's surprise, after the stall owner glanced at him for a few times, he suddenly snatched the lacquer ear cup back, held it tightly in his arms, and said excitedly: "I...I don't sell it.
, not for sale!”
"Ah?"
, what are you doing outside?" After saying that, he shook his head and stood up, planning to go to other places to have a look.
"Wait, wait a minute." The stall owner held the lacquer ear cup with great care and asked hopefully, "How many millions is this thing of mine worth? Is it ten million?"
"What?" Xue Chen was amused and laughed, "Brother, what are you talking about?" Millions, tens of millions, he really suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.
"I know you. You are Xue Chen. You made hundreds of millions by picking up things at the exchange meeting in Pingyuan City. Since you have taken a fancy to this thing of mine, its value must not be low. Don't try to fool me. I am not
It will sell."
Seeing the stall owner say these words in a hurry and with some excitement, Xue Chen was stunned. He really didn't expect that he was so famous now? Even a stall owner who had never met him could recognize him.
Come on, I was a little surprised, and I vaguely understood what this person was thinking.
"Brother, you should know very well that your own thing is a lacquerware ear cup from the late Qing Dynasty. The quality is not bad, but the craftsmanship is average and not high-quality. If you find one you really like, you can sell it for 150,000 yuan.
Between 200,000 and 200,000." Xue Chen said truthfully.
"How is it possible? If it was just so ordinary, would you still be interested in it? You must be hiding it from me because you just want to take my things away." The stall owner looked like he didn't want to believe it.
Seeing this situation, Xue Chen frowned and didn't say anything. He walked to the other side of a dozen stalls and squatted down when he found one. After thinking about it, he reached out and picked up a palm-high white jade stall.
Guanyin suddenly thought about it and asked the stall owner: "This jade Guanyin is good. What's the price?"
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. She stared at Xue Chen for a few times. Like the previous stall owner, she took the Jade Guanyin back into her hands and said, "I won't sell it! I won't sell it!"
"Do you know me?" Xue Chen frowned.
"I don't know him, but someone in the chat group said that if a young man in his mid-twenties with a Yunzhou accent buys something and can't sell it, it must be a treasure." The middle-aged woman said without any secret.
"What chat group?" Xue Chen asked.
"It's a group of us brothers and sisters who travel across the country to participate in exchange meetings and practice stalls. There are thousands of people. I just looked at my phone and everyone said that someone is here. When I saw it, it was you, Yunzhou
The accent is unmistakable." There was a sense of pride in the middle-aged woman's tone when she spoke, as if she was happy that she had inspired her.
"F*ck!" Xue Chen cursed in his mind. What is going on? Why does it sound like he is on a blacklist? You won't even sell it to me. What kind of trouble is this?
Xue Chen stood up with a dark face. He planned to go to other stalls to experiment with some disbelief. Seeing him walking away, the woman hurriedly asked: "Hey, tell me, is this Jade Guanyin of mine a treasure and worth it?"
How much?"
"Go to Shifo Town, Nanhe Province. The wholesale price is 200 yuan. You can get whatever you want, and you can also customize it!" Xue Chen replied unhappily and strode away.
Half an hour later, Xue Chen stood in the crowded market, looking dumbfounded and almost on the verge of tears.
He had just tried five stalls, and four of the stall owners looked at him as if they were on guard against thieves. No matter what he saw, they didn't sell anything. Only an old man who was almost seventy years old and sold literature and walnuts was very enthusiastic.