Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 179 He is the great author who wrote the three-word essay.

"Brother Wang, do you want to resist the Qing?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I come here?"

"Then, is there anything I can do to help you?" Su Jiahe was afraid that she would not be able to help and would become a burden.

"You don't have to do anything, just watch me operate."

"It's not appropriate for me to stay here and do nothing."

However, Su Jiahe thought about it and realized that there was really nothing he could do to help.

"Forget it, I'll go out and buy some groceries."

Su Jiahe came to the market with a basket and bought some dishes that Song Yingxing and Wang Mang liked. On her way back, she happened to pass by a stall selling antiques.

"Take a look, take a look, these are genuine antiques, they are all very old." The stall owner kept shouting.

Su Jiahe took a look and saw a few ancient coins, some jade jewelry, and some miscellaneous items on the stall.

"Girl, come and take a look. This jade pendant is made of the finest white marble. It will look so beautiful when you wear it." The stall owner greeted Su Jiahe warmly.

"How much?" Su Jiahe asked casually.

"I'll give you a cheaper price, five taels of silver."

"No, I don't wear these things." Su Jiahe had already seen that the jade pendant was just an ordinary stone.

"Girl, take a look at the others and see if there's anything you like." The stall owner still didn't give up.

Su Jiahe scanned the various goods on the stall and found that they were all fakes, except for a purple clay teapot, which was indeed from the Zhengde period and was very exquisitely made.

“How much is this teapot?”

"Miss, you have good taste. This is a rare treasure. I want ten taels of silver." The stall owner said, pointing at the purple clay teapot.

Su Jiahe calculated that, based on purchasing power, ten taels of silver was roughly equivalent to 6,600 yuan. If brought back to the modern era, the price would be more than ten times higher.

"Can it be cheaper?"

"Eight taels, is that okay?"

"Okay." Su Jiahe took out a handful of silver, carefully put away the purple clay teapot, and quickly returned to the store.

"Jiahe, why did you buy this?" Wang Mang asked curiously when he saw the teapot.

"This is a treasure I found in the market."

"What treasures can I find in the market?" Wang Mang casually picked up the teapot and played with it in his hands.

"Brother Wang, be careful." Song Yingxing saw the teapot and hurriedly took it carefully. "This is a top-grade purple clay teapot. It's very expensive."

"Ah, it's really a treasure. How much did you buy it for?"

"Eight taels of silver, I didn't think it was expensive, so I bought it."

"Only eight taels?" Song Yingxing was stunned. "It seems that the boss doesn't know the value of the goods."

"So, this teapot is actually more valuable?" Su Jiahe asked.

"A former colleague of mine loved collecting purple clay teapots. A high-quality teapot from his family would cost at least dozens of taels of silver, and at most hundreds of taels."

"So many?" Su Jiahe didn't expect that she had stumbled upon such a great bargain. "I was planning to take it back, but since it's so valuable, let's sell it now and get some extra money."

"Jiahe, you are so lucky. You picked up dozens or even hundreds of taels of silver for free when you went out." Wang Mang looked at Su Jiahe in surprise.

"I didn't rely on luck alone. You forgot that I can appraise treasures."

"Yes, I've seen it before. You really can tell the difference between real and fake antiques. Sigh, if I had your skills, I wouldn't have spent a million on a bunch of fakes." Wang Mang recalled the past and slapped his thigh hard in anger. The next day, Wang Mang found a customer for the purple clay teapot and earned a hundred taels.

"Antiques are so profitable. The profits are higher than any other business." Wang Mang sighed.

"Antiques are indeed very profitable, but there are too many counterfeiters, and the quality is mixed. Many people lose their fortunes if they are not careful," said Song Yingxing.

"Hey, I have an idea. Since Jiahe can appraise treasures, we can add an antique business."

"Yes, I haven't realized before that I can make money with this talent of mine." Su Jiahe also suddenly understood.

A few days later, Wang Mang, with the help of Su Jiahe, purchased a batch of antiques. Since every piece was authentic, the store's business was booming.

"Miss Su is so young, but she has such a profound knowledge of antiques. I wonder who her teacher is." Song Yingxing was shocked by Su Jiahe.

"No one taught me, I just learned it suddenly." Su Jiahe didn't know how to explain.

"You suddenly learned it? Could it be a gift from heaven? Miss Su is truly a genius."

Of course, Song Yingxing had long known that Su Jiahe, who could bring him to the afterlife and travel through time and space freely, must have some "divine power".

In the blink of an eye, autumn has passed and winter has come. The weather is getting colder and a light snow has fallen in Yingtian. The banks of the Qinhuai River are white and pure, making the red lights look even more vivid.

Wang Mang counted the accounts and found that in just two months, the shop had made a profit of five to six thousand taels of silver. Moreover, Juqi Pavilion had become famous throughout Jiangnan, and many wealthy people traveled long distances to patronize it.

"Now that we have capital and fame, we can't just limit ourselves to Yingtian. We need to open several branches in other places," said Wang Mang.

"Where is it?" Song Yingxing asked.

"I plan to go to Suzhou. I'll leave the business here to Lao Zhao. You can continue to research your things."

"Okay, brother Wang, go ahead and rest assured. I will definitely live up to your trust."

Wang Mang and Su Jiahe took some of the merchandise and a few employees and quickly rushed to Suzhou to open a second "Juqige". Sure enough, the restaurant was packed with customers on the opening day.

"Brother Wang, this year is almost over. Can we make enough money?" Although the store business is good, Su Jiahe is still a little worried.

"Don't be anxious. Making money is only one aspect. What's more important is that we find people. People are the most important." Wang Mang said.

"Who are you looking for?"

"You'll know then."

One morning, as soon as the store opened, many customers who had been queuing up for a long time rushed in and rushed to buy things.

"Don't rush, don't rush." ​​Several guys hurried to maintain order.

There was an old man in the crowd who walked calmly up to Wang Mang and bowed politely.

"Excuse me, is the boss here?"

"I am. What can I do for you?"

"You are Mr. Wang from Juqi Pavilion. I've heard a lot about you." The old man excitedly handed Wang Mang a business card when he saw him. "I've heard that Mr. Wang is a remarkable man. Could you please meet him?"

Wang Mang opened the business card and saw "Feng Menglong" written on it.

"Are you Mr. Feng? Excuse me, please follow me." Wang Mang hurriedly took Feng Menglong to the backyard and busied himself with serving tea and bringing cakes.

Su Jiahe was helping out in the backyard when she saw Wang Mang bringing in a white-haired old man. She couldn't help but become curious.

"Brother Wang, who is he?"

"This is a great god, Feng Menglong." Wang Mang said in a low voice.

"Feng Menglong? The one who wrote Sanyan?" Su Jiahe was immediately surprised.

"That's him. I wanted to visit him, but he came here on his own."