Chapter 93 Great Harvest (10000+ Daily Changes, Please Collect)

Song Yun hurried to the opposite side of the street, and took a closer look. My dear, there were a lot of shops beside the side street. Except for a few shops selling fruits and groceries, all of them were born selling handicrafts and the like.

Song Yun couldn't help frowning. This kind of shop selling handicrafts is usually aimed at tourists, and it is impossible for locals to come. The market is the best choice for what you want to buy. The key to the problem is that a remote small There are so many tourists in the county seat. This is the reality. The store is deserted and there is not a single customer in sight.

"Sooner or later these days, we have to close our doors!"

Song Yun shook his head, but this had nothing to do with him at all, he walked directly into the shop where he just saw two groups of white lights.

Song Yun quickly found what he needed. It was as bright as the sun, and it was impossible to find it. However, after entering the store, he realized that it was not two suns at all, but three suns, all piled up in the corner. in.

"How do you sell these three things?"

Song Yun asked directly, he was a local, and there was no need to go around in circles to buy things.

"Hello, boss, these items are incredible, real antiques, if you really want them, I'll give you a discounted price."

When the shop owner saw Song Yun, he walked over slowly, not being enthusiastic when he spoke, it was clearly the type of business who was too lazy to say hello but had to say hello.

"antique?"

"You're a craft shop, okay?"

"If it's really antiques, you should be running an antique shop!"

"I don't know where I got a few old things from an old house, for example, which are called antiques."

Song Yun is not polite at all, this is not the time to be polite.

The owner blushed. Song Yun was right. He opened it himself. This is not an antique store or a handicraft store. In recent years, there have been some donkey friends who have come to play in remote places. In the county town, a street has been planned by the market. , specializes in selling handicrafts. When I opened the store, I bought some goods and got a few old-looking things from the old house in the village. It was full of noodles, but the business was not good. It opened for three months. When I sold it, I didn’t understand what was going on at the beginning, but only recently I realized that those ALICE friends are basically poor tourists, where can they get the money to buy handicrafts, not to mention that these people basically play all the way. It's impossible to buy a cumbersome thing to keep around.

"Don't say there are so many, you can tell I'm a local from my accent, don't try to fool me, last year I set up a stall in the market in front of me, give me an honest price, don't tell me that these antiques are not For antiques, if you dare to drive a thousand and eight thousand, I will turn around and leave."

Song Yun rushed out a series of words.

When the owner saw this, he knew that he would definitely not be fooled. After thinking about it for a while, he offered a price of 3,000 yuan with a little uncertainty.

Song Yun laughed when he heard it, but he still meant to slaughter himself as a fat sheep.

Song Yun was even more rude. With one slash, he cut it down to 500 yuan abruptly, and he packed three pieces together.

Song Yun paid the money, carried the things to the car, and then went back to the side street to stroll from beginning to end, but obviously the good luck had run out, and after putting it upside down, he didn't find any good things.

Song Yun returned to the car, contented, and drove the car home. When he returned, it was already evening, the sky was full of red clouds, and the whole sky was on fire, very beautiful.

Song Yun parked the car and carefully moved the things he bought into the yard.

"Song Yun, what are these things you bought?"

Xie Ling was picking vegetables in the yard to prepare dinner, and was very curious to see what Song Yun had moved in.

"correct!"

"The cat at home just made a plate today. You just bought it. Give me a few. I'll use it for cooking later."

Xie Ling smiled when she saw that there were more than a dozen dishes in the things Song Yun moved in. She originally planned to buy a few, but now she saved her time.

Song Yun couldn't help laughing when he heard Xie Ling say this.

"Mom, you can't bear to use this kind of plate to serve food!"

Song Yun said while picking up one and handing it to Xie Ling.

"Reluctant?"

"why?"

"This dish looks very beautiful, like the kind of blue cloud in the sky after it rains."

Xie Ling took it over and looked at it, and put it in the dish washing bowl, intending to soak it and wash it after a while, and asked Song Yun to get her some more.

Song Yun is happy!

"mom!"

"It's called an antique!"

"Qing Qianlong imitated Ru glaze plate!"

Song Yun pointed to the plate soaked in the water and explained.

"what?"

"antique?"

"Aren't antiques all those tattered things?"

"I see that this plate is quite new, it can't be antique, right?"

Xie Ling didn't believe it.

"No one stipulates that antiques are tattered. Many antiques are very beautiful, and they still look like new after hundreds of thousands of years."

Song Yun shook his head. Many people think that antiques must be old. In fact, this is not the case. Most activities, especially those precious antiques, are basically properly preserved and are no different from new ones.

"I don't understand this, so tell me, how much is this plate worth?"

"Can you sell it for three or five hundred dollars?"

Xie Ling said while picking up the water-drenched plate.

"A plate like this can only be sold for 100,000 yuan. If you meet someone you like, 200,000 yuan is also possible."

Song Yun is no longer the first to enter the business. He knows that antiques have a characteristic. The price of the same thing is much higher than the market price as long as it meets someone who likes it. The Qing Qianlong imitation Ru glaze is in front of him. The plate is not a very formal thing, but if someone happens to be looking for it, it is not a problem to sell it for 200,000.

"what!"

Xie Ling was startled, and when she released her hand, the plate fell into the washing bowl with a thud, and water splashed everywhere.

Xie Ling was in a hurry for a while, and finally picked up the plate. After watching it carefully for a while, she found that it was not damaged, and then she was relieved.

"Song Yun, you didn't joke with your mother, did you?"

"This kind of plate can only sell for 100,000 or 200,000?"

"Who's full enough to spend so much money on something like this?"

"It's 5 yuan a piece in the market, isn't it also very useful?"

Xie Ling was shaking with the plate in her hand. How could this thing be worth so much money?

"mom!"

"Didn't you say it just now? It's an antique. It's not said on TV. People who buy this kind of thing are for collection, not for eating and serving dishes."

Song Yun was a little dumbfounded. Although the imitation Ru glaze plate of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty is not a particularly precious thing, most people are really reluctant to use it as a daily necessities.

Xie Ling handed Song Yun the plate she was holding in her hand. She should not take this kind of thing herself. If her hand fell off the ground, it would be gone for more than ten or two hundred thousand yuan.

"Song Yun, you bought so many at once. There must be a dozen or so in this pile, right?"

"Doesn't this mean that it can be sold for more than 1 million?"

Xie Ling said, she was startled first, her eyes widened, and she looked at Song Yun in disbelief.

"Yes!"

"There are 15 pieces in total, and they can be sold for at least more than 1.5 million. If it is a gold company, it is not impossible to sell 3 million to 4 million."

Of course Song Yun had nothing to hide from his mother, Xie Ling, and said it directly.

Xie Ling was really frightened at this moment. Song Yun went out to see her younger brother and sister. When she came back, she said it was an antique and said it was worth more than 1 million yuan.

Xie Ling's head rumbled like a bucket of paste, she really couldn't understand what happened.