It all starts with killing the vicious dog

Chapter 191 Human Heart
"Boss, can you use that plate?" Liu Jiahe pointed to a plate.

Zhao Shanhe put the plate on the counter, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Please."

Liu Jiahe picked up the plate, looked at it carefully, then looked at the deposit, and asked, "How much?"

"Three thousand." Zhao Shanhe offered a reasonable price.

Liu Jiahe, who is keen on collecting, spent more than 3 yuan without knowing it.

Watching the two leave, Zhao Shanhe closed the antique shop and went out to eat a bowl of noodles.

It opened for a few hours in the afternoon, but there were no customers.

People who come in and out without shopping are at most counted as spectators, not customers.

After finding a restaurant to solve the dinner problem, Zhao Shanhe came to an Internet cafe.

It was the peak time of surfing the Internet, and I waited for more than half an hour before anyone got off the plane.

"How long?" the network administrator asked.

"Go all night." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Now a few minutes after seven o'clock, until eight o'clock in the morning, a total of 15 yuan." The network administrator said.

After paying the money, turning on the phone, Zhao Shanhe started playing games.

It costs two yuan per hour to surf the Internet at ordinary times, and it only costs five yuan from eleven to eight o'clock.

The situation in the current world is similar to that of Blue Star II 30 years ago. The games in the two worlds are similar with minor differences.

Zhao Shanhe, who put on the headset, had a great time playing.

"Axiong, join our SK team, our team has beauties."

"Axiong, join our 001 team, we will give out Doudou every month."

"The top ten members of our team will be given free membership by the captain."

Zhao Shanhe, with quick eyesight and quick hands, quickly became a top player.

All of a sudden, members of each team rushed to invite him to join the team.

After playing the game for several hours, Zhao Shanhe left the Internet cafe.

"It's still half an hour to twelve o'clock, walk over now, just in time for the ghost market to open."

The ghost market is also a kind of night market, nothing more than selling different things.

Ordinary night markets either sell food or clothing. The things sold in ghost markets in Kyoto are basically related to antiques.

Zhao Shanhe, who plays an ordinary person as a cameo, did not use his spiritual sense, but picked up the leaks with his eyesight.

Many seemingly inconspicuous things have amazing origins, and the prices are naturally high.

Zhao Shanhe, who was strolling through the ghost market, stopped in front of a stall.

"how much is this?"

"Five hundred and eight."

"what about this?"

"Three hundred and eight."

"what about this?"

"Two hundred and eight."

After spending money to buy a wooden Buddha statue about [-] centimeters high, Zhao Shanhe walked to the trash can not far away.

The price of oak wood is not very expensive. A Buddha statue with a height of more than [-] centimeters can be made of a whole piece of wood.

The lotus platform and the Buddha body of the Buddha statue are glued together, and Zhao Shanhe could tell the abnormality at a glance.

When he picked up the Buddha statue with one hand, he knew there was something hidden inside.

Break open the lotus seat of the wooden Buddha statue, and take out the jade seal wrapped in silk from the belly of the Buddha.

"It's actually a jade seal with a history of more than 800 years. This thing is valuable."

Putting Yuxi into the backpack casually, Zhao Shanhe continued to sweep the night market.

To accomplish the small goal he set, he needs a lot of antiques. He doesn't want to use his consciousness, so he has to work harder.

"Things from 300 years ago are old enough, and the added value is not high, so I picked up a small leak."

"Things from more than 400 years ago were used by the emperor, and they have extremely high added value. It's really a big leak."

He read all the history books in the Kyoto Library.

Zhao Shanhe, who has a photographic memory, knows the history of the Xinhua Republic very well.

Judging the age of things with eyesight, and then referring to the history of the Republic of China
After wandering around the ghost market for more than an hour, Zhao Shanhe got more than [-] antiques.

A total of more than [-] local goods that were less than a year old were found, but he didn't buy any of them.

"27 antiques, five of which can be collected, and the rest can be sold for money."

Put the selected five antiques on the shelf in the alloy warehouse.

"110 six collections, including metal, porcelain, paper, and jade."

Returning to the master bedroom on the second floor, Zhao Shanhe put a large vat of hot water and soaked in the hot bath in a beautiful mood.

"The alloy warehouse is too big, and the standard of the collection is set too high."

"There is pressure to be motivated, so collect according to the current standard."

After returning to Yanhuangxing to rest for a few days, Zhao Shanhe, who was refreshed physically and mentally, came to Xinhua Kingdom on Tianxuanxing again.

After sleeping until dawn, he hunted around for treasures in the morning. After lunch, Zhao Shanhe went to the shopping mall.

Installed two computers, a printer, and several monitoring probes, and made a call to the communication business office.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the employees of the communication company came to install the network cable for him.

Not long after the network cable was installed, an old woman walked in with a painting.

"Old man, can you tell me about the origin?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"This is from my family's ancestors," said the old woman.

The capital of the former dynasty is also in Kyoto, and the number of antiques in Kyoto is far more than other places.

"Things are good." Zhao Shanhe nodded.

"Boss, how much can you pay?" The old woman asked anxiously. If her husband hadn't been seriously ill, she would not have sold this calligraphy and painting. She patronized antique shops on several streets, and the price they offered was not enough for medical expenses.

"If you really decide to sell it, I'll offer 50 yuan." Zhao Shanhe said, the market price of the painting outside is around 50 yuan, and the purchase price is at most 20 yuan. The value of the picture-in-picture is high enough to serve as his collection.

He saw that a painting worth 50 yuan might only be worth a few thousand yuan in the eyes of others.

There is no seal on the painting, only a signature, and it is hidden in the painting. Most people don't have such eyesight.

Antiques are special commodities, and their prices fluctuate greatly.

One million antiques can be sold this year, and maybe several million next year.

Antiques that can sell 100 million this year may only sell 10,000+ next year.

The value of antiques can be maximized only when goods are sold to people who are destined for them.

For example, some genealogies of the Zhang family, even if they are hundreds of years ago, are difficult to sell at a high price to people surnamed Wang and Li, but profits are not a problem if they are sold to descendants of the Zhang family.

For an antique with a market price of 50 yuan, a bid of 15 yuan is considered conscience, and a bid of [-] yuan is very rare. Most people who deal in antiques can bid [-] yuan, which is considered good.

If you see it right, you can pick it up, and if you don't see it right, you can hit it.

The same thing, for different people, its value is very different.

When the rooster stamps were issued more than ten years ago, they cost a penny a piece, but now they can sell for tens of thousands of yuan.

What is the value of a stamp?The printed things themselves are of extremely low value.

Some people push up the rooster stamps, and the rooster stamps are worth a lot.

Same stamp too much?Hoard at low prices and destroy [-]% of them, or make them orphans directly.
"50? Really?" The old woman was surprised and delighted.

"Sell it?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"I'll go back and discuss it with my family," the old woman said.

Seeing the other party's greedy heart, Zhao Shanhe was speechless.

Holding the painting on the counter, the old lady went to other antique shops, and then returned to Zhenbaolou.

"Have you considered it?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"Yes." said the old woman.

"I don't have so much money anymore, the most I can offer is 30." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Why don't you say nothing?" The old woman said in a dissatisfied tone.

"I bought an antique just now, and it cost me 20." Zhao Shanhe was not angry either.

"30, I might as well sell it to someone else," said the old woman.

"Go slowly, I won't see you off." Zhao Shanhe said with a smile.

Thinking of those antique shops outside, the maximum bid was 18, and the old lady regretted it so much that she had to sell it.

After going out for a walk, the price was 20 less, and anyone would be heartbroken.

(End of this chapter)