My system is not decent

The aunt who was holding the gold bar put the gold bar away, turned around and left.

With his departure, several people took things and changed places directly.

Some people went to other places to line up, some people sat on the benches in the hall, and a few walked out of the hall directly.

These should all come to gather wool, and when they encounter an opportunity, they swarm forward, and if there is no opportunity, they leave decisively.

Taking a glance at the situation in the hall, Chen Wenzhe even saw a few people gathered around to discuss business.

This is a blatant and blatant pawn business. However, such things seem to be commonplace. None of the colleagues in the pawn shop paid attention to it. Even the security guard at the door just reminded them to keep their voices down.

"Look at my gold brick. I need money urgently. Give me a higher price. Damn it!"

Many people left, and some customers who really wanted to pawn came up.

This time it was still gold, but this gold brick was big enough, Chen Wenzhe knew it was a big gold brick weighing fifty catties.

Such gold bricks are specially made only when businesses engage in activities, which is just a gimmick.

Fifty catties, a total of twenty-five kilograms, worth a fortune.

"Why don't you sell it to the bank? They don't charge any fees."

Standing up and hugging the gold brick, Chen Wenzhe asked.

"This Sunday, I need money urgently, and I want cash."

With just one hug, Chen Wenzhe knew something was right.

"Okay, Chengfeng, according to the company's rules, calculate it for him and see how much it is!"

"Is this the end?" Ye Chengfeng looked at Chen Wenzhe in surprise.

"How much trouble is there? This is a modern cast gold brick. It has definitely reached four nines. There is no fraud. According to the current price of gold, minus our handling fee, it is what others deserve."

Regardless of Ye Chengfeng and Zhao Fei, Chen Wenzhe received the next client, and this time he finally returned to his old business.

"Brother Chen, you have to be more careful, this is [-] kilograms, several million funds."

Seeing Chen Wenzhe's big heart, beads of sweat rolled down Ye Chengfeng's face.

"No problem, this is pure gold. If you don't believe it, you can identify it yourself."

Chen Wenzhe was opening a wooden box, which contained a set of tea bowls and small pastel bowls, a set of eight, which looked very beautiful.

But when he picked one up and looked around, he lost interest.

He looked up at the client, an old man in his sixties.

"Master, do you play collection?"

"Yes, I've been playing for more than 20 years."

Chen Wenzhe had a headache, such a professional was the most difficult to deal with.

I don't know which unscrupulous, qualified leeks were cultivated!

"Master, come and see this way, isn't this picture a bit bad?"

"Huh? If you don't remind me, I really didn't see it. It's true that the painting is not very good. The buyer is the one who picks the thorns. Just tell me, how much can your pawn shop give me for my set of eight Qianlong pastels?" Money? My son is getting married and needs money urgently, and I can’t wait to send it to the auction.”

Chen Wenzhe was helpless, he picked up a small teacup again, turned it around and looked at it, and sure enough, the picture was broken again, that is, there was a very obvious vertical mark, and the pastel picture on the small teacup was divided into pieces. for two.

This vertical mark, like a piece of paper, was turned around the small tea bowl, leaving marks on the butt joint.

"Master, look at these eight small bowls of yours. There is such a vertical mark on each of them. It's not because of the painter's fault."

Needless to say, otherwise, it may cause trouble.

"Huh? Really? This is more proof that it is a complete set. It must be drawn by the same artist, or else the mistakes would not be the same."

Chen Wenzhe was speechless, this shit was not painted, but posted.

If it is painted, no matter how bad the painting is, it is always pastel, and it can be worth a little money, but for this decal work, a teacup is at most [-] yuan.

"Master, you can buy this set of teacups in the market for up to 20 yuan!"

The customers who were queuing up were buzzing with each other, but when he said this, his voice immediately stopped.

"20 yuan? Isn't it 20?" The uncle was a little confused.

Chen Wenzhe sighed and said, "Master, this is porcelain produced on a large scale and has no value for collection."

"Hehe, young man, are you kidding me? Are you still a gold medal pawn? I think it should be called a golden basin pawn."

After finishing speaking, the old man put the cup into the wooden box and left with an angry expression on his face.

Chen Wenzhe didn't take it seriously, although he had a bad attitude, but after all, he contributed a little achievement value to him.

"What do you mean? Why is it a golden basin?"

Zhao Fei has a big heart, and she is still struggling with the gold pot and the gold medal at this moment!

"People say that you can wash your hands in the golden basin."

A customer from behind stepped forward with a smile on his face.

Looking at this one, Chen Wenzhe didn't feel good. The smiling tiger type of customer probably came with a big hole.

While talking, the old man also took out a wooden box.

He didn't wait for Chen Wenzhe to do it, but opened it himself, and carefully took out the two pieces of porcelain inside.

"Young man, I think you have real skills, don't let me down!"

With that said, the old man pushed the two pieces of porcelain in front of Chen Wenzhe.

This time, Chen Wenzhe was really surprised, because the two pieces of porcelain that the old man took out were all carmine glazed porcelain.

The plain carmine has no engraving or painting, just a layer of carmine.

The two small bowls are both tall cups, small in size, open, with a diameter of about ten centimeters, slightly larger than tea bowls.

One small bowl was bright red, the other was a bit dull, obviously not a pair.

Sure enough, turn them over and check them one by one. They have different inscriptions. One is made in the reign of Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty, and the other is made by Emperor Kangxi.

Chen Wenzhe directly skipped the Kangxi one, and picked up the Yongzheng imperial one.

Carmine was created and burned in the last years of Kangxi, and it was best burned in the Yongzheng Dynasty.

So that carmine red goblet made by Emperor Kangxi, just glance at it casually, and you can tell by the beautiful hair color that it is either a new imitation, an old imitation, or an official imitation, no matter which one it is, it is not as good as it is. The one in his hand is of high value.

"The young man doesn't like the Kangxi one? It's older than the one in your hand. There are no cheap things from the third generation of the Qing Dynasty, let alone the Kangxi one. It shouldn't be cheaper than the one in your hand, right?"

The old man, who was always watching his words, saw what Chen Wenzhe was thinking at a glance.

But Chen Wenzhe ignored the old man and asked directly.

"Old man, are you living or dead?"

"What is the price of death?"

"You have to look at things first, are you planning to die?"

"Well, let's take it to death!"