Rebirth 13, starting from the big demolition treasure hunt

Chapter 11 In less than half an hour, everything was sold out

"I really didn't realize that there was a treasure inside this sock!" a person onlookers said to a person who was looking through the old sock.

Wu Yuansheng glanced at the person who spoke, but he didn't recognize him.

And the man who was looking through the socks, he knew, his name was Wang Liang, and he opened a shop here.

The place where he currently sets up his stall seems to be next to Wang Liang's shop.

Compared with when I met him in the previous life, Wang Liang is only about 40 years old now and looks very young.

He has a very good job. It is said that he works in a forestry unit and is also a sinecure.

Wang Liang seldom comes to the antique city on weekdays, but only opens the shop door on weekends.

"How can I sell these two 60s-old marriage certificates, food stamps, gas stamps, cloth stamps, and banknotes for pennies?"

After opening the handkerchief and looking at what was wrapped inside, Wang Liang asked Wu Yuansheng.

"Two old marriage certificates cost 200 yuan, food stamps, gas stamps, and cloth stamps. Some of them come with quotations. You give me 100 yuan. There is a 2-cent trombone in the cents. You also give 100 yuan. All other money is included. Give it to you, 400 yuan together."

"Give me this old handkerchief with the character "囍" on it, and I'll give you 400 yuan."

"Okay! Take it!"

Wu Yuansheng thought about the first time he dealt with him, so he didn't care about the handkerchief. If sold alone, the handkerchief could be sold for dozens of yuan.

However, Wang Liang did not repay his price, which was about the same as 400 yuan.

After Wang Liang rewrapped the things, he took out 400 yuan from his wallet and handed it to him.

"How much do these two wooden toy pistols cost?" Another man asked him, holding the two toy pistols in his hands.

When Zhou Anming was looking at something before, he didn't have time to pick up these two wooden toy pistols. This man took them from Wu Yuansheng's handbag, otherwise he would definitely buy them.

He took another look at the man. He was about 35 years old. He looked very familiar. He had seen him before at the antique market, but he had never interacted with him before.

"These two toy pistols are decades old. They are uncommon and exquisitely made. Even if you find someone to make one now, you still have to pay 100 yuan for materials and processing fees.

Just press one for 100 yuan. If you want both, you will pay 200 yuan. "

"Can it be less? Two handfuls are 150 yuan."

"No less! Look, there are others nearby who might want it! If you want it, pay for it now. If you don't want it, just take it over and I'll sell it to someone else."

"Okay! I want it, here's 200 yuan!"

Maybe he was really afraid that Wu Yuansheng would ask him to take away the two wooden pistols. After the man finished speaking, he took out 200 yuan and handed it to him.

"Li Laoer, can you transfer this wooden pistol to me? I'll give it to you for an additional 100 yuan."

Zhou Anming saw that the man had bought the pistol, so he wanted to buy it from him for an additional 100 yuan.

"I don't want to sell it yet. You can buy it when you get the chance! Besides, do you think I'm short of the 100 yuan?" said the man named Li Laoer.

Hearing what Li Laoer said, Wu Yuansheng felt that if he came to buy his things again next time, he would shout louder.

If you want to make money, make money from rich people like them, people who are not short of money!

Of course, there is no such thing as profit. There is no fixed price for antiques.

Everyone trades fairly, and it’s a matter of your own free will.

Seeing that Li Laoer didn't want to sell, Lao Zhou looked at other things.

"How much does this yellow cloth bag of yours cost?"

Lao Zhou picked up the old coarse cloth schoolbag that said "Study hard and make progress every day" and asked him.

"I won't sell this! If you look at other things, isn't there an old Maotai wine bottle?"

“I know this wine bottle is valuable, but I already have a few of them and my family often drinks this wine, so I don’t want this bottle anymore.

If your old yellow cloth bag is for sale, I can buy it. "

"I really don't sell bags. Look, there are old food boxes, stone mortars, horn seal boxes, old fountain pens, porcelain teapots, abacus, tapes, discs, radios, horn combs and other things. If you want them, there are discounts."

"Then I bought this stone mortar and porcelain teapot. Tell me how much they cost!"

"Both items are 100 yuan, not expensive! This stone mortar is polished from real bluestone and has a history of at least a hundred years."

"100 yuan is 100 yuan. Give me this canvas handbag of yours to hold your things. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to take these things with you."

"Okay! I'll give you something to pack."

"Why is there another street vendor? I haven't seen it before! Lao Zhou, you bought so many things!"

When Zhou Anming was loading his things, a man came over and said to him.

<divclass="contentadv"> "Old Chen, you are late. His things are almost sold out."

"Really? It's not that I'm late, it's that the young man who runs the street stall is late. I came here to shop a few times in the morning." said the man named Lao Chen.

"He also has some things that he says he wants to package and sell. Do you want them?"

"Really! Then let me see."

After Lao Chen finished speaking, he began to look at the remaining things placed by Wu Yuansheng on the ground.

Wu Yuansheng also knew this old Chen. He opened a shop in an antique flower and bird market near Zizhen Park, about ten miles away from here.

Wu Yuansheng didn't know Lao Chen's specific name. He only knew that many people called him Lao Chen. He was about the same age as Lao Zhou, and he was about 50 years old now.

"You can also have these things. Look at this small oil can with a bull nose. It seems to be from the 50s. There is also an old copper spoon with engraving inside. Don't you want any of these things?"

Lao Chen opened the cow's nose cover, pointed to the copper spoon inside and said to Lao Zhou.

"I saw it was a small sauce-colored jar and didn't pay any particular attention to it. Now that you've discovered it, I'll leave it to you!"

"Young man, how much does this little ox-nose jar, the spoon inside, these ox-horn seals, old pens, magnetic tapes, abacus, flashlight, old mirror, ox-horn comb and all the rest of it cost?"

After reading what was on the surface, Old Chen asked him.

"Except for the five-star Maotai old wine bottle and this coarse cloth schoolbag! Everything else is 300 yuan!"

"300 yuan is not expensive, I want it! How much will it cost to sell your Moutai bottle and school bag?"

"If you want a Moutai bottle, I'll give you 300 yuan. In fact, just the two wine labels on the bottle will be collected by someone for 300 yuan. I won't sell the schoolbag."

"Okay! If the schoolbag is not for sale, I won't ask the price. It's 600 yuan, right? I want it, so help me pack it up!"

After speaking, Lao Chen took out his wallet from his wallet, then took out another 600 yuan and handed it to Wu Yuansheng.

This old Chen is also a very cheerful person.

"You can pack it yourself. There aren't many things. There are convenient bags here."

In fact, it has been less than half an hour since he came here until everything has been sold out.

Wu Yuansheng had in his purse a small bird-shaped whistle, a Yongzheng Tongbao, a Jiaqing Tongbao, a two-cent copper Great Wall coin, and the mutton-fat white jade safety buckle, which he had not taken out just now.

Especially the safety buckle, he would definitely not sell it on such an occasion.

Everything was almost sold out, so he decided to simply take a look at some of the items on the stalls set up by other people.

"Do you still have anything at home? There is still one day left for the exchange meeting tomorrow. If you have anything, bring it over tomorrow morning and we can buy some more."

Just as he stood up and was about to leave the place where he had just placed his things, Lao Zhou said to him.

"Of course. Then I will bring the things over tomorrow morning and you can buy them later."

"How about we go to your place to buy things in the afternoon, and you don't have to bring them here to sell them." Lao Chen said to him after loading the things.

"Yes! I didn't think of this just now. Leave a phone number and we will go to your place to look at things in the afternoon." Lao Zhou said to him again.

"I don't have time this afternoon, let's try another day! I was in such a hurry just now that I forgot to bring my phone.

Write down your phone number and give it to me. When you are free later, I will call you and come to my place to see something. "

Next, Lao Zhou borrowed paper and pen from the owner of the store here. He and Lao Chen both wrote their phone numbers on the paper.

After taking the note with their phone number written on it, Wu Yuansheng looked at it and saw that Old Chen also wrote his name on it, which was Chen Guangxing.

Now he knew Lao Chen's full name.

I put the note into the pocket of my clothes and counted the money I paid for selling these things just now. There was a total of 3350 yuan.

It's nothing to find something like this and sell it for [-] yuan. If you're lucky and find something special, it's normal to sell it for [-] yuan or [-] yuan.

If it is in the capital or the magic city and some other provincial capital cities.

In the demolition area of ​​the old city there, people who go treasure hunting are lucky enough to find a hidden antique, which may be sold for hundreds of thousands or millions.

Of course, the safety buckle he found has not been sold yet. If it were sold, the harvest in the morning would definitely not be just more than 3000 yuan.

Although I got a little money from selling things just now, this money will only be enough to buy a bottle of Maotai liquor in the future, which is still a thousand miles away from true wealth and freedom.

No longer thinking about it, he looked at the things on some street stalls on both sides of the alley as he walked.