It all starts with killing the vicious dog

Chapter 190

After reading the text message, Zhao Shanhe took out another jade pendant and said with a smile, "Do you want to buy it?"

"Look first." Zhang Boyuan said.

Zhao Shanhe put the jade pendant on the counter, then stretched out his hand to signal: "Please."

"How much did you charge?" Zhang Boyuan asked.

"30 yuan." Zhao Shanhe didn't hide anything.

"Awesome." Zhang Boyuan envied and admired him.

"Let's make a price." Zhao Shanhe said with a smile.

"You must know the origin of the item, so I won't waste time beating around the bush. How about a one-shot price of 500 million?" Zhang Boyuan asked expectantly.

Zhao Shanhe, who secretly called second-hand goods valuable, nodded: "OK."

The jade pendant the size of a goose egg has a combined material value and craft value of more than 100 million at most, but the first owner of the jade pendant was an emperor in the previous dynasty, so there is a lot of added value.

"Boss, how much cash do you have?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"Do you still have good products?" Zhang Boyuan asked thoughtfully.

"Recently, I found some things." Zhao Shanhe said.

"What do you have?" Zhang Boyuan asked.

"Porcelain from official kilns and calligraphy and paintings from famous masters are the oldest, about 500 years old." Zhao Shanhe said surprisingly.

"Is there any official kiln porcelain from the Northern Zhao Dynasty?" Zhang Boyuan asked.

"There is exactly one thing." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Can you take a look at it?" Zhang Boyuan looked anxious.

"Similar things sold over 2000 million yuan last year. Do you have that much money?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"One or two hundred million, I'll make a few phone calls and it will be ready in half an hour." Zhang Boyuan laughed.

"That's fine, you prepare some more money, I'll go back and get some." Zhao Shanhe nodded.

Pretending to go back to the residence, Zhao Shanhe brought five antiques.

He is bold and skilled, and he is not afraid of being blacked out.

It took more than two hours for Zhang Boyuan to appraise the five antiques.

After some bargaining, Zhao Shanhe's deposit rose to 600 million.

Correspondingly, the owners of the antiques he brought became Zhang Boyuan.

"The rich are rich, and the poor are poor."

Zhao Shanhe, who had a lot of feelings, embarked on the journey of buying a house.

"Sir, we have a good location here."

"Is there a bigger house?"

"This villa is the largest we have here."

After spending more than a week, Zhao Shanhe found a real estate that met his wishes.

The villa, which is over 100 meters long and wide and covers an area of ​​more than 1 square meters, was built in less than three months, and no one has ever lived in it.

Fan Yuanyang, the owner of the villa, said: "Not counting the land price, more than 2000 million yuan was spent on building and decorating the house."

Knowing that the other party was eager to immigrate overseas, Zhao Shanhe pretended to hesitate and said, "Mr. Fan, if you sell it sincerely, I can offer 3000 million."

"Mr. Zhao, 5000 million is my lowest price." Fan Yuanyang said.

"Forget it, I'd better buy it elsewhere, it's a bit out of the way here." Zhao Shanhe turned around and left.

"Wait." Fan Yuanyang called out hastily.

"3000 million." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Cash." Fan Yuanyang said.

"No problem." Zhao Shanhe nodded.

After signing the contract and paying the money, he went to the administrative hall to go through the formalities of changing the house book, and he became a house owner in the current world.

"Quiet and far-reaching, named Jingyuanju."

On the gate at the entrance of the villa, there was a sign of Jingyuanju.

"All kinds of facilities are available, and it's almost enough to grow some fruits, vegetables and flowers."

After thinking about it, Zhao Shanhe used magic to build an alloy warehouse underground with a length of 50 meters, a width of 50 meters, and a height of [-] meters.

In the blink of an eye, there were more alloy shelves in the alloy warehouse.

"My small goal is to fill the shelves of the alloy warehouse with antiques."

After renovating the villa intelligently, Zhao Shanhe strode out.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, he went to buy a five-seater off-road vehicle.

Coming to the antique city again, Zhao Shanhe bought an antique shop.

All the antiques worth collecting are put into the alloy warehouse, and the antiques that are not worth collecting are all used to make money.

There is an antique shop of his own, which is convenient for him to make money and receive goods in the future.

Spend money to make a signboard of Zhenbaolou, and replace the original signboard.

The things in the antique shop, handicrafts less than 50 years old, all picked out one by one.

"Only eleven things left that barely qualify as antiques."

Zhao Shanhe, who couldn't help but laugh, sold the selected handicrafts at low prices.

"Take a look, take a look, pass by, don't miss it, ten yuan is the same, you can't buy it at a loss, and you can't be fooled."

"The opening of a new store, the handling of inventory, and the ultra-low price of ten yuan, after today there will be no tomorrow."

After standing at the door and yelling a few times, a large group of people gathered around.

The things that can be placed in the store, even if they are fake, at least look good.

The unit price was ten yuan, which attracted a group of people looting.

In less than two hours, there were only a few pieces of handicrafts piled up at the door.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

"Ten yuan a piece, 30 yuan to pack."

"I want it all."

After processing the handicrafts, Zhao Shanhe swept the goods along the street.

There are a total of nine streets in the antique city, and more than [-]% of the commodities are related to antiques.

There are many technical terms in the antique industry. Buying valuable antiques at a low price is euphemistically called picking up leaks.

There are only a dozen or so worthless antiques left in Zhenbao Building. If it wants to operate normally, it needs to prepare some goods.

Even if the time is long enough, Zhao Shanhe has not won the local goods that are less than one year old.

There may be hidden dangers in the things dug out of the ground, and he would rather turn a blind eye because he is afraid of trouble.

Only selling genuine products and not buying imitations, Zhao Shanhe went back and forth to Zhenbaolou again and again.

For several days in a row, Zhenbao Building was closed.

"More than 3000 antiques are almost enough."

After several days of continuous sweeping, the chances of picking up leaks are getting less and less.

Pick and choose more than 100 pieces of antiques, and put them into the alloy warehouse in Jingyuan.

At eight o'clock the next morning, Zhao Shanhe opened the Zhenbao Building.

Many people are engaged in the antique industry. They don't open for three years, and they don't open for three years.

There was no business for several days in a row. This morning, Chu Yang, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, walked in.

"Look around, this store only sells antiques, not handicrafts."

"Boss, your tone is not small. Which antique store can guarantee that it has no handicrafts?"

"I disposed of all the handicrafts in the store."

"How much is this fan?"

"Fifteen thousand."

"It costs fifteen thousand for such an old thing?"

"Antiques, regardless of the user, naturally the older they are, the more valuable they are."

"How many years?"

"Shen San, one of the three great talents, have you heard of it?"

"San Shen used it?"

"believe it or not."

"Is it true?"

"It's guaranteed in the store, if you fake it, you will pay ten, and you won't recognize it when you go out."

Chu Yang took out his bank card and said with a smile, "Swipe the card."

Zhao Shanhe received [-] yuan, and asked, "Do you want anything else?"

"I'll call someone over to inspect the goods." Chu Yang took out the latest flip phone and made a call.

Twenty minutes later, an old man walked in.

"Uncle Liu." Chu Yang called out with a smile.

"Where is the thing?" Liu Jiahe asked.

"Here." Chu Yang picked up the fan on the counter.

Liu Jiahe checked carefully several times, then nodded.

"Everything in the store is guaranteed to be authentic. If it is fake, you will pay ten. If you leave this door, it has nothing to do with me." Zhao Shanhe laughed.

(End of this chapter)