Pick up bargains in Chinatown and make 10,000 times the profit at the beginning

Chapter 3 Is it time for dinner?

Until now, Chen Shiquan still doesn't believe that it is his nephew's ability, but thinks that his nephew is just lucky.

Therefore, he didn't take it seriously.

The next day, he and his uncle came to the antique street in Chinatown. His uncle planned to set up a stall. He carried his rags on his back, came to the usual stall location, fixed his small stool, and sat down on it.

Next, it’s just a matter of waiting for the right person.

People who do this business are often like Jiang Taigong fishing - those who are willing will take the bait!
Lin Yuan started the show on time: "Brothers..."

Before he finished speaking, an old fan who had just entered the live broadcast room joked: "Is the meal coming?"

Lin Yuan: “…”

Why does this sound familiar?

No, do you really think I'm Runren?

"Hey! What are you talking about? I'm not here to beg for food. Don't compare me with those people. Just look at how I kill everyone on the other side of the ocean!" Lin Yuan started bragging again.

However, this time he was confident.

With the treasure hunting instrument in hand, he would not worry about not finding a bargain or making a fortune. Therefore, he was not afraid to speak more confidently.

The few old fans in the live broadcast room like to see Lin Yuan being stubborn. The more stubborn he is now, the more he will be slapped in the face later.

"Uncle, I'm here for a walk." Lin Yuan greeted him.

Chen Shiquan waved his hand: "Go! Don't run too far."

He knew that his nephew had just gone abroad and was still new to everything there, so it was understandable that he wanted to go for a stroll.

Finally, he did not forget to remind: "Don't sympathize with the lame guy over there, he's just pretending."

I was afraid that my nephew was kind-hearted and too naive, and would be deceived.

Lin Yuan walked forward, stopping in front of each stall and scanning with the treasure-hunting device. He scanned several antique stalls in a row, but the treasure-hunting device showed no movement.

It seems that, whether at home or abroad, these antique stalls are full of fakes and the real ones are hard to find!

Suddenly, a red light appeared on the treasure hunting screen. Lin Yuan stopped, squatted down, and glanced at the stall next to him.

The stall owner was exactly the cripple that Uncle Lin Yuan mentioned, a disabled person. At first glance, it looked like he was missing a leg.

Before Lin Yuan could even say anything, the audience in the live broadcast room started to complain. They could have just put out a bowl, but they had to put out some small commodities for people to choose from.

With his uncle's reminder, Lin Yuan naturally couldn't muster any sympathy.

He only thought about how to get the treasure.

After scanning the small items on the stall, Lin Yuan's eyes fell on a thread-bound ancient book.

"Can I take a look at that book?" Lin Yuan asked.

The stall owner moved his body with difficulty, reached out to pick up the book, and handed it to Lin Yuan: "Read it at your leisure."

Lin Yuan took it in his hand and confirmed that the treasure-hunting instrument showed this book. He pretended to flip through a few pages.

"How to sell it?"

The stall owner smiled and said, "Just give me two thousand."

Lin Yuan: "RMB?"

"Of course it's US dollars! Who still uses RMB here?" The stall owner shook his head quickly.

There was a hint of a local accent in his voice, but Lin Yuan couldn't remember which province it was from.

"How about five hundred?" Lin Yuan bargained.

However, he was not professional enough. A professional bargainer would probably only give one or two hundred dollars, and a more aggressive one would give a few dozen dollars.

“Please have pity on me! I’m a disabled person with a broken leg. It’s not easy for me.” The stall owner started to act pitiful.

Did you make yourself like this just to make people feel embarrassed to bargain? You're just waiting here?
You know what, this routine has something interesting.

If Lin Yuan's uncle hadn't reminded him before, I'm afraid the audience in the live broadcast room would have spoken up, after all, disabled people are weak! But now, the audience in the live broadcast room just wanted to watch the fun. Just as Lin Yuan was about to speak, his uncle's voice came from a distance.

"Ghost Leg Seven, who are you trying to fool? He's my nephew. Two hundred is already too much for you. Take it or leave it."

The stall owner was stunned, then stood up in full view of everyone and stretched his muscles.

Then, he said to Lin Yuan, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were his nephew? You're wasting my expression. Give me the money! 200 dollars."

Lin Yuan: “…”

Exposed, giving up? No more pretending?
The audience in the live broadcast room was also impressed.

Lin Yuan took out 200 US dollars, handed it over, and took the ancient book away.

He had just walked a short distance when the stall owner returned to his original state and continued to do his disabled work.

At this time, Lin Yuan's uncle caught up.

"Uncle, don't you need to watch your stall?" Lin Yuan asked.

Chen Shiquan glared at him and said, "If you keep buying like this, that little money won't be enough for you to squander. If I don't keep an eye on you, you'll be able to collect relief money in a few days."

As for the stall, I can only ask my friends to help look after it.

After saying that, his eyes fell on the ancient book in Lin Yuan's hand.

"You don't think this is really an ancient book, do you? I have also purchased this kind of 'old book', about ten dollars a copy, and it was imported from the motherland." Chen Shiquan told the inside story.

"Uncle, you must have seen it wrong. This is the real thing, and it must be worth a lot of money."

Lin Yuan believed that the treasure hunting instrument would not make any mistakes.

The book in his hand is the Song Dynasty Longshu edition of "Collected Works of Wang Wengong".

Just now, he checked the Song Dynasty Longshu edition of Wang Wengong's Collected Works, which was extremely precious, with a total of 100 volumes. After the Southern Song Dynasty, it had not been reprinted. It was originally stored in the Qing Palace Cabinet, and was obtained by Liu Qirui of Baoying during the Guangxu period.

Seventy-six volumes were auctioned for more than 200 million yuan, an average of more than 3 million yuan per volume.

Unfortunately, there are only four volumes, Volumes 4 to 7. If calculated according to the previous auction price, these four volumes are worth more than 12 million RMB.

Lin Yuan also understood that it was almost impossible to sell it at such a high price.

After all, that was the auction price.

In addition, such scattered sales are bound to not sell for too high a price.

But even so, Lin Yuan was still extremely excited.

Even if it was sold for a few million RMB, he would be rich! He could move out of his uncle's old and dilapidated house and find a better place to live.

As long as you open this book, you will find that the paper used for printing was the back of old documents from the Shuzhou public treasury, which were printed by Xiang Fan or his son Shi Pei. Each page is stamped with a rectangular seal in red regular script that reads "Xiang's Collection".

"What bullshit! If this is true, I will call you uncle." Chen Shiquan made a statement on the spot.

The group of people in the live broadcast room also started to "eat and drink for free".

"Don't believe it? Then let's go find Uncle De."

Chen Shiquan: "No need to look for Uncle De, just follow me!"

He was determined to pour cold water on his nephew to prevent him from getting cocky.

So he took Lin Yuan to an antique shop not far away.

"Boss Lei, my nephew just received a book. Could you please take a look at it?" As he said this, he picked up a pack of cigarettes from the counter and took out a cigarette for himself.

It seems that we are old acquaintances and must come here often, right?
Boss Lei was wearing a hat and was very tall, about 1.8 meters.

"Is this your nephew?" Boss Lei looked at Chen Shiquan, then at Lin Yuan, and questioned.

"Dear."

(End of this chapter)