A scrap collection station comes to mind

My parents turned away from the shopkeeper. Because of the arrival of their goddaughter, they didn’t come to the station today, and they didn’t know where to take her to play.

At the station, apart from Yu Dashan who was busy weighing the people who came to sell scraps, Brother Shui and Li Guoxiang were busy unloading the things that Chen Muyu had brought back.

The wood, furniture, and other sundries were sorted one by one, and Chen Muyu would make the unified selection later.

Fortunately, the site of the acquisition station is large enough and there is room for storage.

The youngest Wang is also helping, but he is too old to carry large items, so he just joins in the fun.

"Old man!"

Chen Muyu stepped forward to say hello and called Mr. Wang into the back room.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyu?"

After entering the room and sitting down, he took a sip of the tea handed over by Chen Muyu. Young Wang looked at Chen Muyu with some confusion. Chen Muyu was obviously in trouble!

"I picked up something in Ganquan Village today. I can't understand it. Please help me understand it!"

In the past, Chen Muyu only thought that Wang Laoyao was just an ordinary scavenger, but judging from his recent contacts, Wang Laoyao is still quite discerning in the antique business. He is quite invisible and hidden in the market. .

Some time ago, the youngest Wang picked up a pair of blue and white porcelain vases and sold them for three million. It didn't seem to be an accident.

"Oh? What is it?" Wang Laoyao suddenly became interested.

After all, he is already in his seventies. Life is rare in seventy years. He has seen a lot of things, so his vision is naturally unique.

Chen Muyu didn't hesitate and took out a large amount of silver ingots from his crotch.

It was placed on the table in front of Wang Lao with a clang.

This action.

It’s hard to describe in one word!

The youngest Wang was stunned for a long time before he set his sights on the ingot of silver and took out his reading glasses to take a closer look.

He held it with both hands and cushioned it.

It's really heavy. Just such a piece of silver must weigh at least three kilograms.

"How's it going, old man?"

Chen Muyu was not worried about the authenticity of this thing, because it must be real. He just wanted to know how much this ingot of silver was worth.

The price of silver is not high. According to the current silver price, it is only a few yuan per gram. At 5 yuan, such a piece of silver cannot be sold for 10,000 yuan.

What Chen Muyu wants to know is its historical added value.

"Good stuff, why is there still sand on it? Did you get it from Ganquan Village?" After looking at it for a while, the youngest Wang took off his reading glasses.

Chen Muyu briefly told the story, avoiding the important and trivial. He only said that he accidentally caught it from the bottom of the reservoir. As for the skeleton and the giant frog, he didn't mention a word.

"Not bad, not bad, Xiaoyu, your kindness is well rewarded!"

Wang Laoyao grinned, "This should be a 50-tael silver ingot made in Qingshan County during the reign of Emperor Guangxu. It cannot be fake..."

Chen Muyu said, of course he knew that this was a silver ingot made in Qingshan County during the reign of Emperor Guangxu. All he cared about was the value of the silver ingot. Chen Muyu didn't know much about this kind of thing.

In ancient times, one catty was sixteen taels. Calculating this, a 50-tael silver ingot weighed about three catties.

"As far as I know, not many of these spindles were made in Qingshan County during the reign of Guangxu. I heard that two years ago, someone went out from the shanty town of Dongcheng, and the price was less than 100,000 yuan!" said Wang Laoyao.

"Xiao Shiwan?"

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, and it seemed pretty good, "How small is it?"

"It seems like there are around 200,000!"

Wang Laoyao gave a specific number, which was a bit vague, but it was still a rough idea. Chen Muyu had an idea in his mind.

"How much do you have, just this ingot?" Wang Laoyao put the silver back on the table and asked casually.

"Two lumps!" Chen Muyu chuckled.

"Okay, you have made a profit this time by acting bravely!" Wang Laoyao chewed his teeth, "So, in this dark cycle of cause and effect, good people should do more good deeds!"

…

One lump is 200,000, two lumps is 400,000!

The cost of demolishing the house in Ganquan Village was recovered during this trip.

Not a loss!

Chen Muyu was in a good mood and showed the ring and pendant to the youngest Wang.

After seeing it, the youngest Wang shook his head. It was pretty much what Chen Muyu had expected. The huanghuali wood of the pendant was not of high quality and the workmanship was rough. It weighed more than a dozen grams and could be worth a thousand.

And the lake green ring is even worse, worth a small thousand at most.

However, the old man also said that these two things should be some kind of tokens, so there is no way to calculate their true value. People who value it are naturally expensive, and people who don't value it are naturally the same. There is no difference between ordinary literature and play.

…

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the next day.

Tenghu came to Qingfeng Garden early in the morning and was waiting in the same Land Rover.

The injury on this guy's face has long since healed, and he has returned to his original cold and arrogant temperament, the one who couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Along the way, Teng Hu didn't say a few words to Chen Muyu, he just told Chen Muyu not to be afraid.

Afraid?

Chen Muyu smiled, what is there to be afraid of?

Is it possible that people from Youjia can be more terrifying than that toad in Meieryan Reservoir?

…

He went directly to Ganlin Village on the outskirts of Xicheng City. Qin Hong had a house here. Chen Muyu knew that he had visited once or twice when his grandfather was still alive.

This old man is quite good at enjoying life. He usually doesn't have anything important to do and usually stays in the village to take care of his health.

Chen Muyu felt that he couldn't understand this old man.

…

At this time, the backyard of the small courtyard.

Two old men stood.

One is Qin Hong, and the other is wearing a long gown, dressed like an outsider.

"Junior brother, I really envy you. I should have followed you down the mountain if I had known that I should have followed you down the mountain. Now you are doing much better in your family business than me, senior brother. I can only guard a broken Taoist temple. Alas, it's hard to explain..."

The old man in a long gown played with the autumn chrysanthemums in the garden, shook his head and sighed, but there was no regret at all on his face.

Qin Hong smiled bitterly, "Senior brother, please stop laughing at me. You still don't know how much I weigh? In these years, if I hadn't relied on Shao'eshan's reputation, would I have been able to make this fortune? I’m afraid I’ve been beaten and eaten long ago!”

The old man smiled and said nothing.

"I really didn't expect that, senior brother, you would actually come!" Qin Hong added. It was obvious that he respected the old man in front of him very much.

The old man leaned over and sniffed the flowers, "In this generation, including you, there are only three people alive. As a senior brother, I can't watch you being bullied, right? If you are a high-ranking person, why are you violating the law? , I will definitely not help you, but we will be reasonable this time, so there is no need to be afraid!"

"Thank you so much, senior brother!"

Qin Hong's face showed a bit of joy. With the old man's words, he felt a little more confident, "I have sent someone to pick up Xiaoyu, and the people from the You family will be here soon..."

"Okay, I just want to take a look at this young man in your family!" The old man nodded slightly, with a calm smile on his face, "But, junior brother, after this matter is resolved, you have to promise me something!"

After saying that, he raised his head and looked at Qin Hong.