Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Zhu Wei was receiving an old man, who must have been sixty years old at least. His hair and beard were white, but his eyes were full of energy. He was wearing faded blue cloth and looked very simple.

There is also a calligraphy and painting spread out on the table, which is constantly flashing a milky white light.

"Brother Jiang is here." Seeing Jiang Yuan enter the room, Zhu Wei smiled and poured tea for Jiang Yuan, "Sit down quickly."

The old man frowned, "Boss Zhu, isn't this against the rules?"

Zhu Wei waved his hand, "This is Jiang Yuan, who is also an insider and runs an antique shop. Master Mo doesn't have to worry."

Old Man Mo nodded, "Then let's take a look together, I'm in a hurry."

Zhu Wei stood up with a smile and leaned over to study the calligraphy and paintings on the table, but Jiang Yuan sat still.

This is a rule in the antique business. When someone comes to see something, others have to wait.

Zhu Wei watched for a few minutes and then sat down again and said slowly:

"I have cooperated with you, old man, for many years. I can trust your old things. Just like before, you can quote me a price."

But Old Man Mo shook his head, "It's different this time, you can make a quote."

Zhu Wei thought for a while and said:

"one hundred."

Jiang Yuan smiled and took a sip of tea, but remained silent.

Old Man Mo shook his head without thinking, "At least five hundred."

Five hundred, which is about two months' salary for an ordinary person, is enough for Old Mo to live for half a year.

Zhu Wei pondered for a moment, and then slowly shook his head, "I don't have enough calligraphy and painting, so I can still consider it if it's three hundred."

Old Man Mo didn't force it. He turned to look at Jiang Yuan and said, "Look, I still want five hundred."

Jiang Yuan nodded and stared at the work.

This is a calligraphy work, cursive script, with flowing ink and strong strokes. It can be seen that it was written by a calligrapher.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but read out:

"I am buried on a high mountain, looking at my hometown; my hometown cannot be seen, and I can never forget it."

Bury me in...’!

This poem was very familiar, but Jiang Yuan couldn't remember who it was from. But when he saw the signature, Jiang Yuan's eyes lit up:

"This is the name of Yu Youren!"

Zhu Wei nodded, "Yu Youren is known as one of the four great calligraphers of the Republic of China. His works are not very rare in existence. The current price is probably similar to what the old man quoted. However, the collection value is a bit different, so I won't buy it."

Mr. Mo frowned for a moment and said, "Zhu Wei, what you said is probably against the rules."

Zhu Wei waved his hand, "Master Mo doesn't know something. Even I admire Brother Jiang's accomplishments in antiques. Even if I don't say these things, Brother Jiang also knows."

Jiang Yuan smiled, he knew what Zhu Wei said, but what he knew, Zhu Wei didn't know.

Regardless of whether Yu Youren's calligraphy is not popular now, after 2000, some of the more popular ones will have sold dozens or even millions.

The calligraphy work on the table is about fifteen square feet, and its current value is only about five hundred.

But Jiang Yuan knew the future value of this thing, five hundred, which is really not expensive.

What's more, looking at the old man's appearance, he won't want any less.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Yuan directly took out the money and said with a smile:

"make a deal."

Seeing Jiang Yuan's decisiveness, Zhu Wei didn't say anything. He also thought this thing was worth five hundred, but he was not very optimistic about the future market.

Putting the calligraphy into the box, Jiang Yuan took the initiative and asked:

"From Brother Zhu's words, we know that Master Mo has many antiques at home?"

Old Mo frowned and glanced at Zhu Wei, who took a sip of tea and said, "Don't worry, Old Mo, Brother Jiang has no bad intentions."

Old Man Mo was relieved, "Then you don't have to ask, I will give you something every once in a while, just enough for food and clothing."

Jiang Yuan smiled and nodded. Almost everyone in the circle wanted to make friends with people like Master Mo.

There is no other reason than that they have a lot of treasures in their hands.

This type of private collectors usually remain anonymous, but they have many good things at home.

This Master Mo must be like this, he exchanges some not-so-valuable things for money to live, and the really good things are treasured as family heirlooms.

"Jiang Yuan, the junior, opened a shop next to the Jinxing Enamel Factory in the city center. If Master Mo has treasures to sell, you can come to me at any time."

Old Man Mo said ‘hmm’ and stood up to leave.

When Master Mo came downstairs, Zhu Weicai sighed:

"There are not many people like Master Mo left. They are the real collectors."

Jiang Yuan nodded, but began to worry about it in his heart.

According to the experience of the previous life, shoveling the land everywhere or waiting for someone to come to your door with antiques are just a shortcut, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

The best way is to buy antiques in large quantities from people like Master Mo.

Or you can participate in some auctions, which not only reduces the risk of eye-catching, but also is fast and efficient. Although the price will be high, it saves worry and effort.

But all of this requires strong financial support. Jiang Yuan sighed, he still had to save his fortune.

"By the way, why did you come to see me?"

Zhu Wei's face was full of doubts, "Aren't you busy building a factory in the village? Is the shop decorated?"

"Several friends have asked me to ask you, when is the next auction?"

"Do you think I'm a wholesaler?" Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at Zhu Wei, "To get down to business, Sun Dabiao should have known about the return of Dashan and the others, and my shop was also destroyed by someone sent by Sun Dabiao."

"I noticed that people have been staring at me these days," Zhu Wei frowned, "Are Dashan and the others safe in your village?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Sun Dabiao's people made a scene at the village construction site, but it's okay. Once things get serious, they don't dare to cause trouble easily. Dashan and the others are safer."

"There are so many people in the village, and a hoe for each person is enough for them to remember."

Zhu Wei frowned and thought for a while, "You are building a factory to compete with Sun Dabiao's Jinfu Ceramics Factory. There will be trouble in the future. After all, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain."

Jiang Yuan's eyes turned cold, "Then I will act like Wu Song and beat this big tiger!"

"Besides, I'm going to Jingdezhen in the next two days. Xiaojun and Shiqi have to ask Brother Zhu to take care of them."

Zhu Wei nodded, "Don't worry."

"There is also the matter of shop decoration, too..."

"You are using me as a coolie," Zhu Wei said with helplessness on his face, "Go ahead, I will make your shop better than mine at Jiabaoxuan."

Jiang Yuan smiled softly, "I will pay you the fees when the time comes."

After leaving Jiabaoxuan, Jiang Yuan drove a truck to the city center.

According to the address Ye Zhiqiu said, Jiang Yuan parked the truck on the side of the road and walked into a community.

This community is densely covered with trees, and there is a villa area isolated among several streets.

In the 1990s, most villas were single-family small western-style buildings. After walking through a small garden, Jiang Yuan stopped in front of a three-story gray-white small western-style building.

This is where Ye Zhiqiu lives.

"Who are you looking for?"

An aunt in her fifties came out with a broom and looked at Jiang Yuan, "Are you okay, young man?"

"Auntie, is Miss Ye at home?"

"Are you looking for the young lady?" The aunt frowned, "You are also with those people, right? I tell you, you don't want to cause trouble for the young lady."

Jiang Yuan frowned,

"You misunderstood. I am Miss Ye's friend. If you don't believe me, just tell her that Jiang Yuan is here."

The aunt turned around and entered the villa with suspicion. After a moment, she saw Ye Zhiqiu coming out.

Ye Zhiqiu was wearing a snow-white turtleneck sweater today, with a bright smile on his face.

"Jiang Yuan, please come in."

Jiang Yuan smiled and followed her into the villa, only to find that it was empty, with no other furnishings except some basic furniture.

"This is my parents' house. Aunt Li and I live together now."

Jiang Yuan took the tea handed over by Aunt Li, thanked him and then said:

"How is the acquisition of Ye's going?"

"I have already found a lawyer, and he has already come forward to discuss the acquisition of the company."

Jiang Yuan nodded, but remembered another thing. According to Zhu Dashan, Ye Qingshan's will was to leave the family property to Ye Zhiqiu, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't know about it.

I think that will had been destroyed by Ye Zhiqiu's two uncles a long time ago.

"If we go through the legal process, Ye should have your share."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, "The lawyer said that if we go through the procedures, I should be able to get 15% of the shares. That's good. It only costs about 750,000 to acquire other shares."

While the two were talking, Aunt Li hurriedly walked into the living room and said, "Miss, Lawyer Wang is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man under thirty years old strode in.

He wears glasses, is tall and thin, wears a well-fitting suit, and carries a briefcase in his hand. He looks like an elite at first sight.

Seeing Jiang Yuan, he frowned instantly, "Who is this?"

"Lawyer Wang, this is my good friend Jiang Yuan."

There was a hint of displeasure in Wang Kun's eyes for a moment, but he still extended his right hand to Jiang Yuan:

"Hello, I am Wang Kun, Ms. Ye's legal advisor."

Jiang Yuan reached out and shook Wang Kun's hand, but found that Wang Kun was secretly trying hard.

With a smile on his face, Jiang Yuan exerted force on his hand, and Wang Kun grunted and quickly pulled his hand away in pain.

Sample~

Jiang Yuan has been working as a farmer since he was a child, carrying burdens and bags. How can he be more afraid of a lawyer than his strength?

“Rude!”

Wang Kun snorted coldly and sat down on the sofa, "Miss Ye, things have changed."

"The representative from Jinfu Ceramics Factory has offered 500,000 yuan to buy your uncle's shares. Your second uncle's lawyer has also come forward. He wants a higher price, 600,000 yuan."

"If we want to acquire all their shares, I conservatively estimate that it will cost at least 1.2 million."

"Also, they asked to see you."

Ye Zhiqiu frowned slightly. People kept coming to trouble her in the past few days, and she didn't even dare to leave her residence.

If I really went to Ye's, I would definitely be in more trouble.

"Let's do this," Jiang Yuan suddenly said:

"Wang Kun, you continue to talk to them. Get the shares belonging to Miss Ye first, and then take the shares from Miss Ye's uncle. It doesn't matter even if the price is increased."

"As long as Miss Ye holds more than 50% of the shares, it is equivalent to controlling the Ye family."

"You think it's simple," Wang Kun snorted coldly, "Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"

"Stop talking so much, can you do it?" Jiang Yuan glared at Wang Kun, "If you can't do it, I can help Miss Ye find a lawyer."

Ye Zhiqiu also said softly:

"Lawyer Wang, if you find it difficult, then I will find someone else. It's okay."

"Miss Ye, you have to believe me!" Wang Kun's face changed slightly, "My reputation in Binhai is not just a boast. Don't worry, Miss Ye, I will go back and prepare the information."

After Wang Kun finished speaking, he stood up and glared at Jiang Yuan, "You are a reckless man who doesn't understand anything!"