Director, please respect yourself

"Dangdangdang..."

Hearing the sound of knocking on the car window, Yang Hao turned his head and looked over, and immediately saw a tall woman standing on the curb outside the car window.

Yang Hao leaned over and opened the car door from the inside. As soon as the woman got in the car, she stretched out her fair hand towards him.

"Bring it here? My great director."

"what?"

"Didn't you say you want to pay me back? It's a full 40 million Hong Kong dollars!" The woman glanced at Yang Hao, looking a little unhappy.

What's going on? Are you kidding me?

Yesterday, he sent me a text message saying that he would repay the loan today, but after he came today, he pretended not to know anything.

"Oh, pay back the money, yes, yes..."

Yang Hao was confused just now thinking about Gao Yuanyuan's words. Only now did Yang Hao realize that he had something to do with Wang Fei today.

"Sister Fei..."

"Um?"

"I heard that you have a lot of research on antiques?" Yang Hao asked.

"It's not bad, I know a little bit about it. Several of my good friends basically like collecting antiques, like Ma Weidu, like Liu Jialing..." When talking about this, Wang Fei also had a gushing attitude. .

"Well, let's go then!"

As he spoke, Yang Hao started the car, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the black Grand Cherokee drove onto the main road.

"Why are you dragging me along?" Wang Fei was curious.

"Yang Hao, I just made an appointment with Liu Jialing to watch a movie today! Yes, it's "The Spring Knife" directed by you."

"It won't be too late for you to watch a movie today. Let's go to Panjiayuan. I took a fancy to two chairs when I went shopping yesterday. Please go over and help me touch them."

"Ask me to come over and help you... Are you crazy? Who doesn't know me in Panjiayuan? As long as I go to that stop, they dare to ask me for 50 yuan for something that could have been sold for five yuan." Look. Wang Fei blinked at Yang Hao, feeling that this guy was crazy.

"50 is 50. As long as it's real, we can make money, and after making money, I'll almost have the money to pay off your debt."

Yang Hao smiled and didn't explain much. Anyway, the car just drove to Panjiayuan.

………

In the early years, the countryside around the capital was full of treasures, and folk antique trading gradually came to prominence. It also gave birth to antique trading markets such as Panjiayuan, which is still very famous today.

Zhang Zhiyong is in the capital, so he will naturally be affected. In his free time, he also likes to visit antique markets. The most fascinating thing about the antique world is its "uncertainty". You may spend a lot of money to buy a fake thing, or you may spend a small price to "pick up" a real thing.

However, this requires a certain amount of antique knowledge and ability. Zhang Zhiyong knows that he doesn't understand these things, so he just likes to go and look around and doesn't really participate in various transactions, let alone spend a lot of money to buy things.

For Zhang Zhiyong, the most reliable thing is to collect scraps around the antique market, so that he can not only sell them for money, but also "pick up" some unwanted items for free.

Although the income is low, at least it is solid and stable. After going back and forth, he became familiar with the people around him.

Although his relatives and friends do not understand the constant "picking up" of "waste" from outside, Zhang Zhiyong still enjoys it and likes to collect and is not willing to throw it away.

One day, a familiar stall owner stopped him and gave him a pile of scattered wooden boards. The stall owner said that he couldn't sell them anyway, so he might as well let Zhang Zhiyong take them home for firewood.

Zhang Zhiyong looked at the board. Although it was in pieces, the board was made of pure solid wood and had carved patterns on it, so he happily accepted it and thought that maybe it might be useful if he took it home.

When he got home, Zhang Zhiyong felt that it was a pity that it had been burned. Maybe he could put it back together again and still be able to sit. This would be considered a good use of the material.

Therefore, these "picked up" wooden boards were repaired by Zhang Zhiyong and preserved. Unexpectedly, it lasted 29 years once it was saved.

With the rapid development of social economy, housing prices in Beijing also began to increase rapidly last year. Zhang Zhiyong didn't take it seriously at first, but this year, when his children need a new house to get married, Zhang Zhiyong became worried about the housing prices.

Neighbors all knew that his home had many old objects that he had picked up at the antique market, especially the pair of chairs that were falling apart at that time. So they joked, Lao Zhang, why don’t you try selling the things you collected and see if there is any success? There are no real antiques.

So Zhang Zhiyong came to Panjiayuan with his family's rags.

It was impossible to enter Panjiayuan because of the stall fee, so he set up a stall outside and sorted out all the junk goods at home.

Sell ​​it for some money if you can. Anyway, I picked it up in the first place. It's the National Day holiday these days, and there are a lot of tourists coming from all over the country. Maybe I can meet a rich man.

At around ten o'clock, not long after setting up the stall, Zhang Zhiyong, who was sitting on a horse to attract customers, felt that his eyesight went dark and someone blocked the sunlight.

"Hello, master, how much does this snuff bottle cost?"

The voice is clear and clear, with an ethereal feeling. It sounds so damn good. Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the woman in front of him wants to buy her own things.

So Zhang Zhiyong stretched out his right hand and made a [six] gesture.

Zhang Zhiyong learned this trick from the old guys who sold antiques in the past. He doesn't speak and just gestures to you. It all depends on your understanding. It doesn't matter if you say it's six yuan, or if you think it's 600,000, no one will stop you.

With this trick, those old guys who sell antiques have tricked many Tie Hanhan from all over the country.

Just like this time, my psychological price for selling things was 6,000, and maybe the woman in front of me thought it was 60,000.

As expected, after the gesture was made, the woman pondered for a moment and said:

“Master, sixty thousand yuan is a bit high.

To be honest, although your snuff bottle is an old item, it is in poor condition, with cracks and chips. "

"Then how much can you give me?" Zhang Zhiyong suddenly became a little excited because he recognized the woman with the satchel in front of him.

Wang Fei…

Even though I am older, I have heard about the love story between this Chinese music diva and rock singer Dou Wei in the past few years.

Tsk tsk... No wonder she raised the price to 60,000. It turns out she is rich.

"Hmm..." Wang Fei thought and smiled: "Master, it's okay not to lower the price, but you have to give me these copper coins."

"hehe…"

Seeing Wang Fei holding a few copper coins on her fingers, Zhang Zhiyong suddenly became happy.

It turns out that the main target of this beauty is not the nasopharyngeal pot, but these few copper coins, Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao, Jiaqing Tongbao, these are the famous Five Emperors' coins.

These few copper coins are not imitations, but real antiques. Whether the child's house can be purchased in full depends on these few copper coins to support the scene.

"What, master, won't you send it away?" When Zhang Zhiyong was silent, Wang Fei asked with a smile.

"I can give it to you, but the price of the snuff bottle must be 300,000."

This time Zhang Zhiyong did not pretend to be mysterious, but directly expressed his psychological value based on Wang Fei's identity and worth.

"Hmm..., 300,000."

Wang Fei was stroking her chin in thought.

But at this time, Zhang Zhiyong heard a man next to him asking questions.

"Master, how much do these two crappy chairs cost?"

Bad chairs…

Can you fucking talk?

Didn’t you see that I was recruiting big customers?

So, Zhang Zhiyong, in a rage, shouted out the sky-high price.

"Twenty thousand, ten thousand for a chair!"

"okay!"

The man agreed and handed over two wads of red banknotes.

"Okay, I want it."