It all starts with killing the vicious dog

Chapter 193 Booty
"Excellent, you have discovered all of this, and most people would not have thought of this." Zhang Boyuan was full of envy and admiration.

He didn't expect that Taihao Sword, one of the top ten swords in history, was actually in the opponent's collection.

In Zhang Boyuan's view, Taihao Sword can at least be ranked in the top three among the top ten swords.

"Mr. Zhang, since ancient times, treasures have been given to those who are destined. I can get the Taihao Sword, which means that it is destined to me." Zhao Shanhe laughed.

"Can this sword really cut iron like mud?" Zhang Boyuan asked.

"I tried it before, and the Taihao sword can easily cut through rebar with a diameter of about three centimeters." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Aren't you afraid of breaking Taihao Sword?" Zhang Boyuan frowned.

"Testing a sword with a straw mat can only test the sharpness of the sword, but not the strength of the sword. Since the Taihao Sword is one of the top ten swords, if it cuts steel bars continuously, how can it be worthy of the name of the sword?" Zhao Shanhe is confident.

"That's true." Zhang Boyuan nodded.

Looking at the time, Zhao Shanhe said, "Mr. Zhang, it's getting late. Let's go out for a drink or two?"

"It's so fast, it's almost twelve o'clock." Zhang Boyuan was a little bit unsatisfied.

"Antiques that haven't been finished, you can come back tomorrow morning." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Alright." Zhang Boyuan laughed.

There are more than 100 valuable antiques, and it will take a few days to play with them all.

It takes half an hour to appreciate a valuable antique.

Collectors who love antiques, even if it's just a teacup, can play for days.

Leaving the alloy warehouse, Zhao Shanhe took a jar of Luzhou-flavored Fanjiu.

"I know a private kitchen," Zhang Boyuan said with a smile.

"Then I will trouble Mr. Zhang to show you the way." Zhao Shanhe was so happy. He was a newcomer, and he didn't know much about the situation in the capital. He didn't know which restaurants, restaurants, restaurants, and restaurants had better cooking skills.

Ask someone to drive the car away, and Zhang Boyuan gets into Zhao Shanhe's car.

Zhao Shanhe, who was driving an off-road vehicle, took out a pack of white cigarettes and asked, "One?"

"Why is there no brand name for this cigarette?" Zhang Boyuan asked.

"I made it myself, it doesn't contain nicotine." Zhao Shanhe replied.

"You can still make cigarettes?" Zhang Boyuan was dumbfounded.

"Choose high-quality tobacco leaves." Zhao Shanhe said clearly.

Zhang Boyuan, who was in a daze, had no choice but to nod his head in a pretentious manner. He is specialized in art, and he is proficient in antique appraisal, but he has never been in touch with the production of cigarettes, and the process is very unfamiliar to him.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Boyuan said, "Park the car here."

Zhao Shanhe stopped the car, took a jar of wine, and followed the other party into Taoyuan Residence.

"Uncle Zhang." A beautiful woman in her 20s greeted him with a wide smile.

"The boss of Taoyuanju, Chen Xueying, is also my niece, the boss of Zhenbaolou, Zhao Shanhe," Zhang Boyuan introduced.

"Boss Zhao, welcome." Chen Xueying smiled and held out her hand.

"Hello." Zhao Shanhe smiled silently.

"Xueying, where do you think we are sitting?" Zhang Boyuan asked.

"Uncle Zhang, Boss Zhao, come with me." Chen Xueying smiled.

Coming to a private room, Zhao Shanhe put the jar of wine in his hand on the table.

"Boss Zhao, we have peach blossom wine here, do you want to try it?" Chen Xueying asked.

"No need, I brought wine this time, next time." Zhao Shanhe politely declined.

"Xiao Zhao, the dishes here are very good. The chef used to prepare state banquets." Zhang Boyuan handed over the menu.

"Mr. Zhang, you can order, I'm not picky about food." Zhao Shanhe said with a smile.

Zhang Boyuan didn't take the menu either, he was very familiar with the dishes of Taoyuanju, so he casually ordered a soup with three meat dishes and two vegetables.

"Uncle Zhang, I'll let someone cook first, and I'll come over to accompany you later." Chen Xueying said.

"Go and do your work." Zhang Boyuan nodded.

The serving speed is fast enough, and the dishes are ready in less than half an hour.

"Mr. Zhang, try my wine." Zhao Shanhe opened the wine jar, and the rich aroma of the wine spread.

For Luzhou-flavor liquor, the aroma of the wine is already extremely strong, and the aroma of the wine has been enhanced many times after being stored in the cellar for an unknown number of years.

"What kind of wine is this? It's so fragrant that it makes people drool." Zhang Boyuan couldn't help but praise.

"It was passed down from other people's ancestors." Zhao Shanhe made up a story.

He is engaged in the antique trading industry, and it is normal for him to buy good aged wine.

"I have drunk 80-year-old good wine before. This wine has been stored in the cellar for more than a hundred years. It is unbelievable, so unbelievable that the wine that has been in the cellar for hundreds of years has not evaporated?" Zhang Boyuan looked puzzled.

After drinking, eating and chatting, Chen Xueying walked in after ten minutes.

"Xueying, try the good wine Boss Zhao brought." Zhang Boyuan poured half a glass of white wine for Chen Xueying.

"When you smell the aroma of this wine, you know it's the best wine." Chen Xueying took a sip and was taken aback. As the owner of Taoyuanju, she made her own famous peach blossom wine, she is considered a master of wine.

"I was lucky to receive five altars." Zhao Shanhe said casually.

"Boss Zhao, can you sell me a jar?" Chen Xueying asked expectantly.

Zhao Shanhe was in hesitation. There are at least tens of thousands of tons of all types of wine.

Not to mention one altar and two altars, even if it is one ton or two tons, he doesn't care, but he doesn't want to be troubled.

"I took the liberty." Chen Xueying felt regretful.

"I still have four altars." Zhao Shanhe broke the silence.

"Boss Zhao, let's make a price." Chen Xueying smiled.

"Xiao Zhao, sell me two altars." Zhang Boyuan said.

"How about 30 per altar?" Zhao Shanhe said after thinking about it.

"Then I won't be polite." Zhang Boyuan said with a smile.

"Thank you." Chen Xueying was overjoyed. A jug of wine weighed about five catties. On average, it was only [-] yuan per catty. The national wine that had been cellared for ten years cost tens of thousands per catty. The quality was poor.

After eating, Zhao Shanhe took out his bank card and planned to pay.

"It's mine." Chen Xueying said with a smile.

Leaving Taoyuan Residence, Zhao Shanhe hired someone to drive in front, and Chen Xueying drove behind.

Returning to Jingyuanju, he took out four jars of strong-flavor liquor and handed them over to the two of them.

In less than 10 minutes, his personal savings increased by another 120 million.

Driving to the Antique City, Zhao Shanhe opened the door to do business.

There are no fakes in Zhenbaolou, and the worst things are old imitations from a hundred years ago.

After coming and going, the reputation of Zhenbaolou spread among certain people.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a young man brought a piece of porcelain.

"Official kiln products more than 300 years ago have been unearthed for more than a year, which meet my standards."

After some bargaining, Zhao Shanhe bought the porcelain at a price of 30 yuan.

If it weren't for the same type of things, there are a lot of them in the world, and the porcelain he bought is worth at least several million.

The price of antiques depends on fame, year and quantity.

Regardless of other factors, the more famous things are more valuable, the older things are more valuable, and the fewer things are more valuable.

Time passed day after day, and before I knew it, it was another half a month.

In the afternoon, two policemen brought a young man to his real treasure building.

"Did you sell it to him?" Policeman Xu Ren asked.

"En." The young man nodded.

"Boss, I heard that he sold you a piece of porcelain?" Policeman Zhang Hai asked.

After asking about the situation, Zhao Shanhe secretly called it unlucky, the young man is a local mouse, and the porcelain sold to him is stolen goods.

After a few seconds of silence, he handed over the porcelain and asked, "What about my 30 yuan?"

"Don't you know this is stolen goods?" Xu Ren asked.

"If I knew it was stolen goods, I wouldn't have accepted them." Zhao Shanhe felt helpless. If the things were sold, it would be fine for the police to come to his door. The key is that the things are still in his shop.

(End of this chapter)