Time and Space Trading Drift Bottle

Chapter 18 Another person who wants to make a fortune

In the end, the massage still didn't work out. After the phone call, Fan Chengfeng said that he was hungry, so he went to a restaurant to treat himself to the Wu Zang Temple first.

Because they drove here by themselves, the two of them did not drink alcohol.

During the meal, Zhong Ping secretly looked at his nephew several times.

Before coming to dinner, Fan Chengfeng told Zhong Ping that he would only take 13 of the 5000 yuan, keep 10 to send it back, and give Zhong Ping the rest. When did he feel that [-] yuan is a trivial matter before paying back give him.

10 yuan is not a small amount for Fan Chengfeng now, and it is almost equivalent to the total income of his family for two years.

But in Fan Chengfeng's mouth, what he said was so easy.

"How about we just rest in the provincial capital tonight?"

After he was full, Fan Chengfeng said lightly.

Zhong Ping had no objection to this. On the contrary, he was worried that his nephew would insist on returning to Yuan County.

Now that they have plenty of money, Gu Xiong and Peng Hanyun naturally want to feed them. Otherwise, how could others be willing to take themselves to the construction site?
"Well, let's see if there is any good hotel nearby. You have done my uncle such a big favor today, and all the food, drink and fun are covered by me."

Zhong Ping patted his chest and said boldly.

On the mobile phone, he found a hotel with a fairly high-end decoration. Zhong Ping drove there directly. The deluxe double room cost [-], but Zhong Ping didn't even frown, and directly paid the deposit.

Following the waiter to the outside of the room, he opened the door with his key card, and then turned on the light. Fan Chengfeng saw a few colorful cards scattered on the ground, and couldn't help being speechless for a while.

When the waiter stepped back, Zhong Ping showed him a smile that any man could understand.

Fan Chengfeng said, "Did you make an appointment with Gu Xiong and Peng Hanyun later?"

Zhong Ping nodded, "There is no other way. If you want to make money from them, you must satisfy them first."

"If the two construction sites can be started at the same time this year, your uncle dare not say anything else, there will be no problem with a million dollars."

Zhong Ping cheerfully talked to Fan Chengfeng about his bright future this year, and he was very firm.

But Fan Chengfeng's interest in this is not high, what he said now is just self-righteous, the real truth will not be known until the end of the year.

"Then you go to play tonight, I will go out to do something by myself."

Zhong Ping said with some doubts: "Aren't you going to play with me?"

"No, this matter is very important to me."

Fan Chengfeng pointed downstairs, "Open the car door later, I'll get something."

Zhong Ping suddenly realized, and said, "You are,"

Fan Chengfeng smiled and said nothing, there was also a small wooden box containing gold in the car, it was from the late Han Dynasty, its value was definitely not lower than those two gold cakes.

Zhong Ping nodded, Fan Chengfeng turned and went downstairs.

Biu,

Zhong Ping's car barked, and Fan Chengfeng opened the door, carried the wooden box out, and closed it heavily.

"Soon, I will have a car of my own."

As long as this small wooden box is sold, it is absolutely not a problem to change to another car.

The driver's license test was taken when I was in college, and the six people in the dormitory applied for the test together.If you don't buy a car again, you will forget how to drive it.

While eating, Fan Chengfeng looked it up, there were two antique shops in the provincial capital, Jingyangzhai and Taoju.

The closest to Fan Chengfeng's location is Taoju. He reached out to stop a taxi and reported the place name. After 10 minutes, he saw the old-fashioned signboard with the word "Taoju" written in dragons and phoenixes. There was a seal inscription on the bottom, which looked very tall. .

Red lanterns were hung on the door, two expensive potted plants were placed at the door, the two stores were connected, and the containers were lined up with all kinds of curios, which caught the eye.

Fan Chengfeng looked around, and there was no one else in the shop except for two young guys lying on the counter playing with their mobile phones.

Glancing at Fan Chengfeng, seeing that he was young and wearing ordinary clothes, he simply lay down on the table again.

In the antique business, the most important thing is a pair of tricks. If the tricks are bright, they will make money. If the tricks are muddy, it is very likely that they will lose everything.Like Fan Chengfeng, the two probably regarded him as a poor student who had no money to buy antiques but wanted to come in and see the world.

Such a person has nothing to gain from him, so what would he do?
Fan Chengfeng knocked on the counter and said calmly, "Do you accept antiques here?"

The small wooden box was held under the armpit, and the two guys saw it at a glance, and one of them smiled lightly: "Brother, do you know what an antique is?"

"Whether it is an antique or not, you have the final say."

Fan Chengfeng didn't want to spoil his plan because of these two people. There was no one else in the store except these two guys, and Fan Chengfeng wanted these two people to call someone who could really talk.

The King of Hell is easy to provoke, and the kid is difficult to deal with.

I took out a handful of King Furong from my pocket, opened it, and handed one to each of the two guys, "I also found this thing from home. It seems to be very old, so I brought it here to try my luck." .”

The two guys burst out laughing. They have seen this kind of people a lot, and each of them thought that what they held was a priceless treasure, but after the master appraised it, it turned out to be a pile of scrap metal. funny.

"Try your luck,"

Fan Chengfeng also smiled indifferently.

At this time, a man in his 40s walked in from the door, wearing casual clothes, holding a pair of walnuts in his right hand, pale complexion, sunken eyes, and thick dark circles.

In addition, for some reason, Fan Chengfeng felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw this person. Yes, although he looked like a short-lived ghost, those eyes were extremely scary.

It's nothing more than the case.

"Who is this?"

After the man came in, he glanced at Fan Chengfeng and asked rather displeased.

"Another man trying to make a fortune,"

The two guys replied cheerfully.

The man looked at Fan Chengfeng casually, until he saw the small wooden box in his hand, he gave a little gasp, took a closer look, and asked the waiter to fetch a magnifying glass from the counter.

Fan Chengfeng simply put the small wooden box on the counter and let him look at it.

"Is this what you want to sell?"

The man watched for at least half an hour before he finally straightened up, put down the magnifying glass, and asked in a deep voice.

"Not bad, let's estimate the price."

He didn't ask how much it was worth, but directly asked someone to ask for a price. The meaning was obvious, and he knew everything about this thing.

"The things are well maintained, but the material is average, and it's not a rare thing. The collection value is too low. If you really want to sell, I will give you this amount."

The man stretched out five fingers, but he didn't say what unit it was.

But thinking of his evaluation of the small wooden box, Fan Chengfeng picked up the small wooden box and was about to turn around and leave.

(End of this chapter)