A scrap collection station comes to mind

"Just tell me, how much can I sell for this painting of an eagle spreading its wings?"

The fat old man thought for a while, "Let's not say whether this picture is true or not. I'll take it as an authentic work. A few years ago, Tang Yin's "Spring Trees and Autumn Frost Picture" was sold for over a thousand dollars. Now it should be worth two. Qian, this picture of yours..."

two thousand? Of course the unit is 10,000!

Chen Muyu was a little dumbfounded. Can this picture be sold for 20 million?

This number, of course, also shocked Qin Hong next to him.

"Brother Xu, you read that right, 20 million. Even if you sell this kid, it's not even worth 20 million. Besides, has Tang Yin ever had such a painting? I've never heard of it!"

"Mr. Qin, what are you saying? You haven't heard it. It can only be because you are ignorant. Who can tell clearly how many paintings Tang Yin has painted in his life? Moreover, haven't you heard? This is when Tang Yin was young. The paintings..." Chen Muyu replied unhappily.

Qin Hong held his breath and glanced at Chen Muyu.

The fat old man ignored it and said, "Twenty million is its ideal price. Although Tang Yin's paintings are easy to buy, they still require operating costs. To tell you the truth, this painting is not as good as Spring Trees and Autumn Frost. And the damage is too serious, I can buy it for you now, but it can only be sold to sixty at most, you see..."

Six hundred thousand?

When Chen Muyu heard this price, he couldn't say he was disappointed. For him now, six hundred thousand was already a lot. You know, he got it for nothing.

"Of course, if you are not in a hurry to use the money, you can leave it to me. I will help you find someone to repair it and then sell it for auction. No matter how much it is sold at the end of the day, you can just pay some restoration fees, appraisal fees, and auction fees. However, this repaired The cost is not a small sum..."

cost? Listening to these words, why do you feel like a liar?

Looking at Chen Muyu's expression, the fat old man thought he was hesitating.

"This is Mr. Xu Sihai, a well-known collector in this city. Have you heard of Sihai Group? He is worth more than 6 billion, I can't scare you..." Qin Hong said disdainfully from the side.

Xu Sihai?

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, and almost called him daddy in excitement. He felt that the fat old man looked familiar, and it turned out to be the master.

Sihai Group is a famous large enterprise in Qingshan City and even Xichuan. It is involved in real estate, agricultural products, feed industry, chemical industry, etc. It is the largest ceramic tile factory in Qingshan City, and Sihai Brick Factory is only one of its industries. .

Xu Sihai's name can be said to be like thunder, and he is the richest man in Qingshan. How could he not recognize such a giant Buddha standing in front of him?

Chen Muyu wanted to slap himself. This fat old man was simply the God of Wealth.

Who would have thought that this old guy Qin Hong could actually get involved with the richest man in Qingshan?

He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Little brother, what do you say?"

Xu Sihai smiled. When people have money, they like to engage in hobbies. Collecting is one of them. That way you appear to be well-educated and culturally rich. Otherwise, no matter how much money you make, others will only call you a rich man. name.

If there was a painting of Tang Bohu, it would be enough for him to shine in his circle for a while.

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In the afternoon, Chen Muyu walked out of the Qin Family Building.

The painting was not sold. After all, 600,000 yuan was too much of a loss. Why should I sell something for 20 million yuan at a low price?

The system has a repair function. If you can't repair it now if you don't have money, it doesn't mean you can't repair it in the future. Wouldn't it be nice to wait until you repair it and then sell it?

Although the painting was not sold, Xu Sihai left him his contact information.

This time I hooked up with the god Xu Sihai, and there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future. It won’t be too late to sell him after the painting is restored.

I looked up at the sky, and the sun suddenly became brighter. I paid 20,000 yuan, and suddenly I felt that the pedestrians on the road were so cute.

Collecting rags, it turns out you can make money in this way!

Should I borrow 500,000 from my mother first?

If my mother is so picky, she will probably beat me to death, right?

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"Tenghu!"

At night, in the Qin family building, Qin Hong's face was dark, and he called Teng Hu in front of him.

"Master Qin?"

Teng Hu stood in front of him, expressionless, looking like a tough guy.

"You should find an opportunity to contact the boy from the Chen family. Maybe that old guy Chen Guanhai has left something good for him. If so, don't let others take advantage of it..."

Qin Hong said lightly, and the implication seemed to be that even if there was an advantage, he should take advantage of it.

During the day, he couldn't say anything in front of Xu Sihai, but now he was finally free.

Teng Hu responded and quietly retreated.

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"Where can I get these 500,000?"

There was an extra 20,000 yuan in the account. For Chen Muyu, he had never had so much money after graduating from college. However, compared to the 500,000 yuan needed to restore "Eagle Spreading Wings", it was still a drop in the bucket.

Chen Muyu had been thinking about this all afternoon. If he asked his mother, she would probably not give it to him, and she might even give him a beating.

Xingfuli, an old community in the north of the city.

There was an old customer here who had something to sell, and the station was short of manpower, so my father asked Chen Muyu to come and take a look, because this old customer had some relationship with Chen Muyu.

There are sweet-scented osmanthus trees on both sides of the alley. It is a very peaceful community, just like its name.

At this time, the sweet-scented osmanthus trees have begun to bloom, and there is a light fragrance floating in the alley, which is very attractive.

"Don't come here again. The money your family gives you is too little. My mother won't agree!"

Chen Muyu was standing in the corridor. There was a crack in the door of room 601, and a girl inside was holding the door handle with a very weak and sad look on her face.

She wears a pale pink dress, has a curvy figure, and is quite wow-worthy. A small mole like a sesame seed at the corner of her mouth makes people think a lot.

Her voice was as soft as a small hand squeezing your heart, and her expression and eyes were as if Qin Xianglian had seen the heartless Chen Shimei.

Chen Muyu stretched out his hand against the door, "You let me in first. Is Aunt Jie at home? Can I talk to her?"

"You go, my mother doesn't want to see you, Brother Yu, just treat us as if we are destined to be inseparable in this life..." The girl bit her lip gently, lowering her eyes and wanting to cry.

Chen Muyu's forehead was covered with black lines.

"Sister, I'm just here to collect the rags. There's no need to act like the bride price isn't enough, right?"

Looking at the mobile phone hidden in Huang Xiaoqi's arms, Chen Muyu didn't understand that this girl was probably filming a joke.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pretty face across from him suddenly stepped forward and said, "I hate it, Brother Yu, why are you so straight!"

After speaking, he stamped his feet and let Chen Muyu in.

Straight man?

Chen Muyu didn't understand what straight men were and wasn't straight. When he entered the door, it was like entering his own home. He didn't change his shoes and went straight to sit on the sofa.