Rebirth: I am a first-line antique dealer

Ding Mao didn't know why he had such good luck after rebirth. Maybe he was really cheating, maybe God arranged higher challenges later, so he took care of him, but no matter why, being able to be reborn is already a profit. Once it’s done, there’s no need to consider anything else, just accept it happily.

For three to five days in a row, because Ding Mao picked out Jingkang, he no longer focused all his energy on coins. Instead, he made archaeological racks during the day and picked out coins at night.

At this time, he had already assembled two pairs of shelves, and even used the remaining wooden materials to make a table and two chairs. During this period, his three uncles came over to help him, and the finished product was very effective. He is satisfied.

"It seems it's time to take some time to go to Beijing!"

Just as Ding Mao was thinking about it, his cell phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was his father, so he quickly pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Dad, why are you on the phone at this time today? Is there something wrong?"

Normally, his father would call him at night, but today the call came before noon!

"Xiao Mao, do you have time to come back?"

Ding Mao was a little nervous when he heard his father's words. Could it be that something happened at home?

"I have time to go back. What's wrong? Did something happen at home?"

"That's not true, that's it. The person who came to collect sheep from our house today told me that a relative of his family dug out several jars of silver ocean in his yard a few days ago. He can help contact us and sell them to us! But we have to get him some. Benefit fee!”

Hearing this, Ding Mao immediately changed from worry to excitement: "That's right. It's impossible to let people contact you in vain. I'll pack my things and go back. You contact the middleman to set a time, and we'll go over and take a look!"

After hanging up the phone, Ding Mao immediately picked up his backpack and loaded all the more than 5 yuan in cash in the safe. Then he ran to the bank to withdraw more than 5 yuan, and then started riding a three-wheeled motorcycle towards his hometown.

In fact, he also wanted to go back by car, which would be much faster, but if the harvest was harvested, there would be several jars of silver and it would be a problem to get it back, so he thought about it and rode a three-wheeled motorcycle back.

It turned out that after Ding Xian decided to go to the county, he contacted him about selling sheep and livestock. It happened that someone came to see the sheep this morning.

After the two caught the sheep, they chatted while paying. When they heard that Ding Xian was selling sheep because he was going to the county, they couldn't help but ask more questions.

"Is there a good business in the county at this time? Also, what kind of development can there be in our rural area!"

"How can I make a living? My son bought a house in the county to collect antiques. I just went up to help him look at the house and stuff!"

"Your eldest nephew is awesome, that thing should be quite profitable!"

"What kind of money are you making? We don't understand that thing. We just saw him buying it, but we didn't see him selling a few!"

"Hey, brother, do you want to accept the old silver coins from your nephew? My uncle's family is an old landowner. He dug out several jars of silver coins in the yard a few days ago!"

"Collect it! I've seen that he collects that thing a lot! Then please help me contact him!"

"It's okay to contact him, but it can't be in vain. My eldest nephew makes money, so he should give some benefits to the trouble!"

"That's easy to say. My boy is not a stingy person. I told him that if the purchase is completed, I will definitely give you a lot. Then you can leave me a phone number! I will contact you when he comes back!"

"Okay, I'll be there to help you, and I'll definitely let my eldest nephew buy it!"

In fact, he had long heard from his uncle that he wanted to sell it, but he just had no way out!

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Carrying more than [-] yuan in cash, Ding Mao didn't get home until after two o'clock in the afternoon, and he even refueled with gas on the way!

After arriving home, Ding Xian immediately called the middleman, and the two agreed to go see the goods tomorrow morning.

"Dad, I see the livestock and sheep have been sold!"

"Well, they're all sold, and all that's left is this little bit of land. Once we finish cleaning up, your mother and I will go up and help you!"

"Dad, don't take the land away from me. Give it to my uncle's second brother. Don't give it to him for nothing. Let him give me my grandma's two pairs of dusting bottles. In addition, I will give it to him at the market price every year. kind!"

"How about this? Your grandfather is here. Are your uncle and uncle willing?"

Ding Mao thought about it and realized that this was true. The reason why he wanted to give him his second brother was because he wanted him to take care of the old yard with all his heart.

"Then let my uncle arrange it. This year's harvest will be given to them, but I want my aunt's pair of ground bottles. As for how they divide it, let my uncle arrange it!"

Uncle Ding Mao's name is Ding Sheng. He is a pensioner's son-in-law. His father-in-law's family is from this village. There is a pair of large earth vases at home. Ding Mao has seen them since he was a child. However, he went to another place in his last life. After the uncle passed away, his aunt remarried and sold the old yard. , the earth bottle disappeared.

"That's okay, but it's a bit of a pity. We should be able to harvest some money this year!"

Ding Xian was still a little reluctant.

"It's not a pity, dad. I really don't want you to get hurt. Besides, I have to go to Beijing in a few days. There are so many things in the house. If someone breaks the door, it would be inappropriate to throw away one less and one more. It's up to you. Mom and I are going to help me keep an eye on it!"

"Okay, then come back and talk to your uncle tomorrow! You are really tired from riding all the way back, so go and rest for a while!"

Ding Mao nodded in agreement and went to catch up on his sleep. When he woke up, he and his father went to his grandma's house in the front yard. He asked his second brother to help take care of the house and also proposed to buy the two pairs of dust bottles.

Cousin Ding Mao was a real person, and was even nicknamed the old man. When he heard that Ding Mao wanted the two pairs of bottle dusters, he discussed with Ding Mao's uncle to give them away for free.

Ding Mao didn't have the nerve to ask for it for free. His grandma, uncle and second brother were easy to talk to, but his aunt and sister-in-law might not be willing. So after thinking about it, he decided to give his father's motorcycle and the machines at home to his second brother.

This time, even his aunt and sister-in-law happily agreed, and even gave Ding Mao the Hongwu Tongbao and the money he spent to ride the bull.

Early the next morning, Ding Mao and his father rode to the middleman's house, and then led by the middleman to the cargo owner's house.

The distance is not that short, but the total distance is nearly forty kilometers.

As soon as Ding Mao got out of the car and saw the owner's house, he knew that this house would definitely have better old items.

This house is still an old-fashioned house, with old-fashioned gray bricks and blue tiles. The courtyard walls are also inlaid with carved bluestone slabs, and there are a pair of door piers at the door. At first glance, it was not an ordinary family in the past.

As soon as he entered the house, the middleman greeted him familiarly.

"Auntie and uncle are both at home! A few days ago, didn't you say that you wanted to sell those jars of Dayang? I happened to be collecting sheep down there and I met a collector of these things, so I brought them over to you! You guys study it, Let’s talk!”

Because Ding Mao's father was following them, the two old men felt more at ease, and they did not show any contempt for Ding Mao when they saw young Ding Mao.

"I want to sell it, but how much can they give me?"

"Uncle and aunt, don't worry, we are serious about collecting things, and the price will definitely satisfy you, but we have to see the thing first before we can give you a price!"

The middleman also spoke at the right time: "That's right, Auntie, we have to let people see the things first before we can talk about it. You go and find the things first!"

"There are four jars! It's quite heavy. Why don't we go to the West Room to have a look!"

When Ding Mao and others heard this, they nodded and agreed to follow.

What caught Ding Mao's eyes the most upon entering the room was not the four jars of silver, but a folded chair standing on the wall and a wooden pen holder.

With just a simple glance, he withdrew his gaze and had an idea in his mind, but he still wanted to talk about these jars of silver first.

Based on the size of the foreign jars, each jar costs at least about 300 yuan.

After Ding Mao confirmed the authenticity of Dayang and knew that it was not a buried mine, he smiled and spoke.

"Uncle and aunt, there's nothing wrong with the stuff. We've received jars of this size before. A jar costs about 300 yuan!"

The uncle still didn't speak, and it was the aunt who spoke to him. This also shows that it is the woman who calls the shots in the family.

"Just tell me, how much can you give me for such a jar?"

"Mom, can I pour it out and take a look?"

Ding Mao still wants to check again, but he doesn't need to check all of them. He can just pick a jar and check it. After all, if there are some copper coins in it, he will be in trouble.

"Okay, just don't break the jar!"

The aunt didn't object, so Ding Mao picked a jar at random, took out the ocean bit by bit, and secretly calculated the quantity. After confirming that there was no problem, he quoted the price.

"No problem. Look, ma'am, we used to charge 1 yuan a jar for this. Can you think of it?"

The aunt was obviously hesitant.

"I heard at the market that day that someone seemed to charge 50 yuan a piece?"

Yes, although information is not developed enough now, it cannot stand up to the chatter of rural women and word of mouth!

"Auntie, we do charge 50 yuan per piece, but the ones we charge are all rust-free. Yours are all rusty! And the quantities are all estimates!"

As soon as Ding Mao finished speaking, the middleman quickly came up and spoke.

"Yes, Auntie, that one is not rusty, but ours is full of rust. I guess the price will be a little lower. Don't you think those who collect the grain should check whether it is old millet and see if it is beaten clean? No It’s clean and the price is low!”

When talking on the phone last night, Ding Xian promised to give the other party an extra 2000 yuan in benefits after the harvest, so he really helped.

The aunt thought for a moment and said to the uncle next to her: "Old man, please do the math, 50 yuan a piece, how much is 300 yuan for a jar!"

The uncle hurriedly painted on the wall for a while, and then said: "Fifteen thousand per jar!"

Ding Mao took advantage of this moment to pick up the pen holder and examine it, confirming that it was huanghuali. Then he wiped the dust on the chair and found that it was also huanghuali. He couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The aunt said with some embarrassment: "Then this is too big a difference. The difference is 5000 yuan per jar!"

Ding Mao also pretended to be embarrassed and said: "Auntie, these in your house are indeed a bit rusty, but after all, there are a lot of them, and I like them too, but at the price you said, I am really taking the risk!"

The aunt still didn't let go and said, "That's too different!"

Hearing this, Ding Mao opened the zipper of his backpack, revealing the red banknotes inside, and said: "Look, madam, I sincerely want to buy it. I have brought all the money. The main reason is that it is really risky. Do you think this will work? You can put this chair and Can you give me this pen holder and the pair of stone piers at the door?"

Seeing Ding Mao's backpack full of money, the aunt was obviously moved. She confirmed again and asked: "Ten thousand and a half dollars?"

Ding Mao answered simply: "Yes, it's [-] yuan per jar. I gritted my teeth, swallowed it in my stomach, and held on! After all, as I said before, the price will definitely satisfy you. If I say it, Spit out nails! That's all it takes to lose money. I'm young after all, so I can make up for it in other ways!"

"The price is great. I can give you the chair and this, but the stone pillar at the door is still needed for the town house. Can I exchange it for you a pair of bottles?"

Ding Mao didn't notice that there was a bottle in the room, but as long as he got the chair and pen holder, it would be fine. He didn't care about the pair of door pillars.

"Auntie, the pair of door piers are valuable. Many people believe this now. Some bosses find this thing to put in front of the company. But since it is for your house, I can't force it on others. Just use the bottle!"

With that said, Ding Mao took out six wads of bills from his backpack and handed them over.

"Auntie, can you check the money? If there is no problem, I have to ask my aunt to help find the bottle you mentioned."

The aunt smiled from ear to ear, took the money happily, and told the uncle: "Go and get the pair of bottles from the cabinet, don't hit them!"

Then he said to the middleman: "Xiao Tao, can you help me see if the money is okay?"

The middleman Xiao Tao was naturally very happy. He took the money, pretended to be serious and helped check the authenticity, and started counting.

"The quantity is large and the money is fine. Auntie, please put it away quickly!"

At this time, the uncle also brought over the pair of bottles. A pair of green peas and white. At a glance, you can see the dragon ear sea pattern blue and white lion bottles from the mid-Qing Dynasty. They are also called Taishi Shaobao because they have nine lions. It can also be called nine generations living under one roof!

This is a huge profit. In the previous life, Ding Mao also saw such a bottle, but it was only damaged. He asked Lao Zhutou to sell it to a colleague for 200 yuan at the door of the post office, and he finally sold it for 18000 yuan. Got out.

On the way back, the middleman got his 2000 yuan and was very happy.

"My eldest nephew, you should be the one with a higher family background. You can't be so easy to talk to!"

Ding Mao was smiling, but it was impossible to tell that the door pier was just an accompaniment.

"It's okay, uncle, just be as high as you can without losing any money!"

"As long as you don't pay any compensation, leave me a phone number later and I'll contact you if I encounter these things in the future!"