Fortunately, Zhou Zichen's speed became much faster in the following time, but it was already afternoon and the antique street was beginning to close.
Zhou Zichen spent nearly 100,000 yuan on a few small items, all of which were inconspicuous!
At this time, many stall owners and storefronts had begun to close their doors.
Su Mu also began to urge Zhou Zichen to spend the one million as soon as possible. At least there would be a chance to get the things. If he didn't buy anything, then there would be no chance.
What everyone didn't expect was that Zhou Zichen didn't go to the store for his last 800,000 yuan. Instead, he found an old man in the antique stall area. This old man sold a roll of yellow cloth, which was not more than one meter long.
The yellow color has faded slightly.
"Old man, how do you sell this thing?" Zhou Zichen squatted down and asked.
The old man sold only this roll of cloth and no other items. Such people are not uncommon in the antique street. They usually claim to sell their ancestral treasures or dug-up treasures, but most of them are scammers.
The old man raised his head and glanced at everyone, with some fear in his eyes, and moved the roll of yellow cloth slightly towards him.
"Three hundred thousand!" the old man said without confidence.
As soon as the old man said the words, Gong Chenggang laughed: "Selling this rag for 300,000 yuan? Who wants it? I'll sell it for 300 rolls."
Zhou Zichen turned around sharply and glared at Gong Chenggang: "Shut up, don't you know the rules? Others can't interrupt when someone else is selling something."
Yan Xilong did not look at the roll of yellow cloth and pulled Gong Chenggang: "Let him buy it. There is not much time anyway. When all the shops are closed, I will see where he goes to buy it."
Gong Chenggang was shouted at by Zhou Zichen in public, and his face felt hot. He wanted to give Zhou Zichen a beating, but he didn't dare to say anything when Yan Xilong spoke. If Zhou Zichen really entered the council, it would definitely be Su Mu.
Over there, your group will lose one vote, and the chain reaction will be detrimental to your side.
Zhou Zichen didn't have another chance. Gong Chenggang asked with a smile on his face: "Old man, do you know what kind of cloth you are?"
The old man was dressed very ordinary but very clean. He should belong to an ordinary family: "I heard from my grandfather that my ancestor was a Jinshi during the Qianlong period and served as an official. This is an imperial edict, but I never paid attention to these things in those years.
I couldn't take it out, so I hid it under the bed. Although I used insect repellent, it wasn't eaten by bugs, but it got wet and the words were a little unclear and faded."
Zhou Zichen nodded repeatedly: "Then you plan to sell it for 300,000 yuan."
The old man thought that Zhou Zichen thought the price was too high, and spending three hundred thousand to buy a few meters of cloth seemed a bit extravagant. Even if the cloth was an imperial edict, in the end it was still a piece of cloth.
"It doesn't have to be 300,000 yuan, it can be cheaper." The old man was a little restrained when he spoke. There were more than a dozen people standing behind Zhou Zichen, all in suits and leather shoes, which looked a bit scary.
But Zhou Zichen said: "It's not that it's expensive, my 300,000 yuan is indeed a bit cheap. How about this, I still have 800,000 yuan here, how about you sell me this thing for 800,000 yuan?"
The imperial edict sounds very impressive, but in fact it is not as valuable as blue and white porcelain. The market price is about 1.3 million. If you put it in an antique city and sell it for 1.5 million, you can find a suitable buyer.
almost.
Some truly valuable imperial edicts are the most valuable ones issued to certain important figures during certain major historical events, but looking at this edict, it should be just a relatively ordinary edict of praise.
The old man was stunned.
Yan Xilong looked at Zhou Zichen like a fool. Although Su Mu appreciated Zhou Zichen's behavior, he still thought that Zhou Zichen's behavior was irrational.
In normal times, Su Mu would have praised that eight hundred thousand was not a particularly large amount to the people present.
But now we are competing. An extra 500,000 yuan equals a 500,000 extra yuan chance of winning. However, Zhou Zichen wasted it like this. In Su Mu's view, even if Zhou Zichen wants to do good things, he should wait to replenish the elderly afterward instead of taking it now.
Give the money stipulated in the competition to the elderly.
The old man asked tremblingly: "Little boss, are you telling the truth?"
Zhou Zichen smiled and nodded. Because of the relationship between the dean and his grandmother, Zhou Zichen hated to see two kinds of people suffer the most, one was children, and the other was the elderly.
The old man suddenly fell to his knees: "Thank you! Thank you! I...I...thank you!!"
The old man's words were incoherent and he just kept saying thank you. Zhou Zichen quickly helped the old man up, only to find that his face was covered with tears.
Zhou Zichen comforted the old man.
Gong Chenggang said: "Check... give me 500,000 for free and I will cry too."
Zhou Zichen had tolerated him for a long time, but he slapped him in the face: "Try saying something again!"
That crisp slap stunned everyone. No one expected that Zhou Zichen would suddenly hit someone, and hit him so thoroughly.
"Zhou...Zi...Chen" Gong Chenggang gritted his teeth and yelled out these three words one by one, and then he wanted to rush up and fight Zhou Zichen.
Yan Xilong quickly signaled to his group to grab Gong Chenggang: "Cheng Gang, please don't be impulsive. Beating someone like him will lose your identity."
Zhou Zichen looked at Gong Chenggang coldly, did not speak, and did not take action again.
Gong Chenggang pointed at Zhou Zichen and shouted: "You wait for me, I will definitely..."
Gong Chenggang suddenly saw Zhou Zichen's emotionless eyes, and felt a chill in his heart, but he still gritted his teeth and said the harsh words: "I'll kill you."
Zhou Zichen didn't have much reaction to all this. He turned around and continued to say to the old man: "I'm leaving too. I don't have that much cash now and you don't have a bank card. I'll transfer it to you immediately."
"I...I don't have a bank card here, so...what should I do?"
Zhou Zichen asked patiently: "Can you let your son come here? Let him bring his bank card and I can transfer it to him."
Only then did the old man react: "That's right, I'll call my son over right away."
The old man took out a mobile phone, pressed a number, and excitedly informed the other party that his "imperial edict" had been sold for 800,000 yuan.
Yan Xilong is only disgusted with all this. It's only 800,000 yuan. He can earn more than just this amount from any small project: "Zhou Zichen, you spent the one million yuan, so we can just forget about it!"
Zhou Zichen turned around: "Okay, the Qi Baishi painting you bought for one million can probably be sold for seven or eight million, or eight million at most. The Xuande furnace is enough for the things I sell."
Yan Xilong has endured it for a long time in order to maintain the image he thinks he should have, especially after Zhou Zichen slapped Gong Chenggang, which was also a slap in his face. Everyone present knew that Gong Chenggang was with him.
However, Zhou Zichen still slapped him without hesitation.
Now Zhou Zichen actually dared to praise Haikou with the fake product he bought for 100,000 yuan. Yan Xilong laughed angrily: "Okay, you are very stubborn. I would like to hear how much your treasure is worth."
Zhou Zichen thought for a moment and said, "If you want it, I can give you a friendship price of twelve million."
When Zhou Zichen said this number, not only Yan Xilong, but everyone present felt that Zhou Zichen was messing around.
"Why didn't you say 1.2 billion? Why don't you pay 12 million!" Yan Xilong was angry, and his voice raised by three points. Everyone knew that Yan Xilong was really angry.
Zhou Zichen, however, was still lukewarm and said calmly: "You can find someone to identify it."
"Song Yuanxun doesn't know how to identify farts himself?"
Zhou Zichen raised his eyes: "If he could see it, he wouldn't sell it to me for 100,000 yuan."
What Zhou Zichen said made Yan Xilong speechless. It was indeed the case. If this thing was real, Song Yuanxun would have kept it as a treasure a long time ago. How could it be sold outside so cheaply?
Yan Xilong thought for a while, but still felt that Zhou Zichen was trying to bluff people: "Then let someone come and see me, am I still afraid of you?"
"Okay, anytime!" Zhou Zichen didn't care at all.
Yan Xilong glared at Zhou Zichen, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Master Huang, what are you busy with?"
"It's like this. I'm having a little fun with someone here. I can't tell the difference with a Xuande furnace."
"Yes, Master Huang, if you have time, can you come and take a look at it now?"
"Okay, let's wait at Boss Song's shop!"
"Okay, that's it!"
Yan Xilong hung up the phone and looked at Zhou Zichen: "I have made an appointment with Master Huang Wei from Songcheng. You are from the antique industry. I believe you know him. You are fair. I heard that you have a good relationship with Su Yuanshen. I asked him
Master Huang Wei has also invited him here, so don’t say that I bully you when the time comes."
"Okay, you can wait here, or you can wait at Song Yuanxun's store first. When I finish the transaction, I will go to you." Zhou Zichen is not worried at all. He has already figured it out. So far,
So far, he has seen nothing wrong using his powers.
Yan Xilong was not interested in accompanying Zhou Zichen here, and left two people here to monitor Zhou Zichen and others. As long as Zhou Zichen and others did not subcontract the Xuande furnace, as for Yan Xilong and the others, they went to Song Yuanxun's shop first.
, after all, the store is about to close now, and they still have to keep Song Yuanxun and let him close the store later.
Zhou Zichen didn't wait long here. About twenty minutes later, a middle-aged man who looked a little tired strode over. The middle-aged man's eyes were a little tired, and he was obviously wary when he looked at Zhou Zichen and others: "
Dad, are they the ones who want to buy our family’s imperial edict?”
The middle-aged man's tone was not very good, and the old man quickly said: "Little boss, this is my son, his name is Feng Yuanzheng."
Zhou Zichen didn't mind. He paid 800,000 yuan to buy something that only cost 300,000 yuan. It sounded a bit weird: "My name is Zhou Zichen, and I want to buy this imperial edict."
"Eight hundred thousand?" The guard in Feng Yuanzheng's eyes still did not disappear, but his tone became much better.
"Give me the money first!" Feng Yuanzheng said, taking out a bank card and handing it to Zhou Zichen: "Put it into this card."
"Okay!" Zhou Zichen took the bank card.
Tao Haoran and others were a little displeased when they saw Feng Yuanzheng. Zhou Zichen thought that the old man was pitiful, so he got an extra five hundred thousand. He didn't expect that in the end, he would be guarded by others, as if he and his group were liars.