A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 7 is worth 36 billion?
"Sell me your purchase station, why worry about money?" Qin Hong raised his eyelids to look at Chen Muyu, and sneered, "Take it out, let me see what your grandfather left for you. thing."

It's absolutely impossible to say that you haven't picked up any treasures after you've been working in the junk business for a long time. Therefore, Chen Muyu's excuse didn't make Qin Hong suspicious, but instead filled him with interest.

The fat old man next to him also came over.

Chen Muyu opened the backpack, took out the book of poems, and placed it on the table in front of Qin Hong.

Qin Hong picked it up and looked at it for a while, and then became a little disappointed in anticipation. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Muyu, as if to say, that's it?
"A collection of Tang Yin's poems?"

The fat old man took it, and flipped through it for a while, "The rare book in the late Ming Dynasty is well preserved, so it should be genuine, but, little brother, is it worth it..."

When it came to the value, the fat old man shook his head. Obviously, he wanted to say that the value was not high.

Rare books refer to rare ancient books that are precisely engraved, printed, copied, and collated, precious manuscripts, unique copies, rare documents, etc., with the highest value in Song and Yuan Dynasties.

Chen Muyu also did some homework, and he didn't expect how much this collection of Tang Yin's poems would be worth.

"How much is it worth?" Chen Muyu asked directly, as if he only had money in his eyes.

"2000 yuan!"

Qin Hong took a sip of his tea and uttered a price, with an expression that I don't even bother to talk nonsense with you.

Chen Muyu almost spit out his face, he just spent 1900 on the repair, you give me 2000, I'll earn 100, right?Just took a taxi and it cost 20!
He reached out and brought back the collection of poems, "Mr. Qin, you don't pay attention to it, 2000 yuan, how can you treat me as a second idiot?"

"Then how much do you want?"

Qin Hong raised his eyelids and chuckled, "One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand?"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "Actually, it's not a matter of more money or less money. Since you don't pay attention, I'd better find someone else to look at it!"

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the collection of poems into his bag, turned around and left.

"Little brother!"

After taking two steps, the fat old man stopped him.

Chen Muyu looked back, and the old man was full of smiles, "Young people, don't be so angry. The so-called business is talking about business. Buying and selling this thing is just a bargain. If you trust me, I can give you 2 yuan for this rare book." Yuan, how is it?"

2 yuan?
Chen Muyu looked at the fat old man in surprise. Compared to Qin Hong, this old man was obviously much more kind.

However, those who hang out with Qin Hong may not be good people.

Qin Hong didn't intend to introduce Chen Muyu.

"Are you serious?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The fat old man nodded and said, "If the little brother feels that he has lost money, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Haha, as the old saying goes, a loss is a blessing. I am afraid of everything, but I am not afraid of a loss. If you always like it, I will give it to you!"

Chen Muyu smiled. He was just throwing stones to ask for directions, and he didn't expect to sell it for much. The price Qin Hong offered just now really made him angry.

He spent 1900 to restore this collection of Tang Yin's poems, and sold it for [-]. He has already made a lot of money.

Maybe this collection of poems is worth more, but Chen Muyu doesn't want to be troubled, he just wants to cash in quickly.

The collection of poems was re-handed to the fat old man, and the fat old man was also unambiguous, and transferred the money to Chen Muyu with his mobile phone.

When the 2 yuan was credited, Chen Muyu had a smile on his face, and glanced at Qin Hong next to him, "It seems that Master Qin still has people who know the goods here."

Qin Hong was quite depressed. This kid was insinuating that he was ignorant.

"The little brother must have something better, can you show it?"

The fat old man turned his eyes on Chen Muyu's backpack. He could see that Chen Muyu was throwing stones to ask for directions. Otherwise, he would not have offered that price just now. In fact, he just wanted to see what Chen Muyu could come up with.

"Hurry up, don't waste time!" Qin Hong said impatiently.

Chen Muyu cleared a large area of ​​the desk, and almost dropped Qin Hong's teacup on the ground.

Qin Hong was depressed and wanted to curse a few words, but seeing Chen Muyu's posture, he still held back.

Qin Muyu took out a yellowed painting scroll from his backpack, put it on the table, and carefully and slowly spread it out.

An ancient ink painting was quickly presented in front of the three of them, with distant mountains, boulders, streams, dark clouds, and an eagle with its wings outstretched leaping out of the paper, with sharp eyes, overlooking the common people.

The eyes of the two old men were instantly attracted!
"The picture of the eagle spreading its wings, Tang Yin's original work, only to look at, not to touch!"

The corners of Chen Muyu's mouth curled up slightly, and he took a step back, leaving room for the two of them.

"Hmph, young man, I don't know what to say. If you say it's authentic, is it authentic?" Qin Hong snorted unhappily.

Chen Muyu shrugged, "If you don't believe me, find an expert to take a look!"

Qin Hong was so stunned that he had nothing to say, but unfortunately his level was limited, so he looked at the fat old man next to him.

The fat old man took out his reading glasses from his pocket, and had already moved towards the picture.

The room was very quiet!

After a long time, the fat old man straightened up, with an unconcealable excitement on his face, "The eagle spreads its wings and swallows the world, it is indeed Tang Yin's handwriting, it should be done by Tang Yin in his early years, look at this eagle, majestic and enthusiastic, It fits the state of mind full of ambition when he was young..."

"Look at the worm on the eagle's beak. Although it is small, it is so delicate and vivid. This skill is not easy!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, why did it break down like this..."

"Violent waste, violent waste..."

……

The old man went from being serious at the beginning to being shocked, and then he beat his chest and stamped his feet, heartbroken, and shouted a pity.

Hearing this, Chen Muyu had some ideas in his heart, this old man seemed quite knowledgeable, it seemed that he really found a treasure.

The fat old man took off his reading glasses and looked at Chen Muyu, "Little brother, do you want to make a move on this thing?"

There was undisguised anticipation in his eyes. Although this thing was flawed, it could be used as a family heirloom for ordinary people. He didn't think Chen Muyu would sell it.

"Of course!"

Chen Muyu gave him an affirmative answer, "If the price is right, there is no reason not to sell it."

When the fat old man heard this, his expression became relaxed, "Do you understand the value of this painting?"

Chen Muyu shook his head, "I would like to hear the details."

The fat old man said, "There are not many masterpieces handed down by Tang Yin, and the ones that have been handed down to this day are all rare treasures. You won't be afraid to scare you if you tell them. Among them, the most valuable one, "Waterfall Viewing on Lushan Mountain", sold a total of 36 billion!"

36 million?
Chen Muyu's eyes darkened, and he almost sat on the ground. How much is that?
"Of course, not every painting can be sold that much. You should also understand that in this industry, the water is very deep. Nowadays, Tang Yin's paintings are basically in private collections, and it is almost impossible for anyone to take them. Come out and sell..."

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