A scrap collection station comes to mind

Complaints are complaints. In front of his old friends, Zhang Deliang still wanted to give him some face. He immediately laughed and said, "Old Huang, it seems that my luck is pretty good. It's not a loss. It's not a loss. I fell in love with it at a glance. , if you put this thing in the yard, it not only looks good, but it can also be a house-keeper!"

"Uncle Dashan!"

Just when Huang Dashan was about to respond, Chen Muyu reached out and touched the lion's head, "The stuff is good, but the yin energy is too strong!"

"Is there a heavy yin energy?"

Huang Dashan's sudden words shocked both of them.

"Did that person say where this thing came from?" Chen Muyu looked at Zhang Deliang.

Perhaps the temperament displayed by Chen Muyu was a bit deceptive, so Zhang Deliang also stopped smiling, "It seems that I picked it up from the old house. What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

Chen Muyu shook his head speechlessly, "You guys really don't understand anything, yet you dare to accept anything..."

"Hey, you kid, how do you talk?"

Huang Dashan was not happy. Normally, Chen Muyu and he were just the same, but now he still had his friends.

"Uncle Dashan, do you have to explain it so clearly?" Chen Muyu smiled bitterly, "This thing was used by the ancients to suppress tombs. There are slightly larger tombs, four or six, and they were picked up from the old house. Yes, to pick this thing up, you have to go at least three meters underground to pick it up..."

A tomb guard?

The two of them were shocked when they heard this, and Zhang Deliang's expression changed suddenly, "Young man, please don't talk nonsense..."

If it really goes as Chen Muyu said, then it must be somewhat unlucky. Who would be willing to take something belonging to a dead person?

Zhang Deliang and Huang Dashan are both the same type of people to a certain extent, educated people. In recent years, they have made some money, their lives have improved, and they have become rich. They just want to play something elegant and integrate with the upper class society. Look, When others play collection, they also play along, but in fact they don’t understand anything.

In terms of antiques and antiques, my knowledge reserve is the same as that of most ordinary people, almost zero.

You know, the collection business is not just about talking on paper. It requires a lot of practical experience, which neither of them has.

But this does not affect their hobbies. For them, this is just a pastime. As for whether the collection is real or not, it doesn't matter. They are all two knives. So there are so many people who know the goods?

The important thing is that the same hobby can gather a group of so-called people with similar interests, which is the so-called network!

In the final analysis, it is still a bit vanity.

However, this time, the two people were lucky. They did pick up a real thing. However, this real thing may not necessarily be a good thing. It has an unknown origin and can easily burn your hands.

Zhang Deliang obviously didn't understand this. He only knew that Chen Muyu said that his stone lion was used to guard the tombs of dead people. This made him feel very alienated. You know, he was originally planning to put this thing in the yard of his hometown to guard the house. Of.

"Actually, Zhenyang House and Zhenyin House are both town houses. As long as they are not unlucky, it will be fine. Both of them are cultural people, so they should not have those crazy thoughts!" Chen Muyu said lightly.

Hearing this, Zhang Deliang became even more depressed and looked at Chen Muyu displeasedly, "How are you talking? Can the yang house be the same as the yin house?"

Chen Muyu ignored him and opened several other cardboard boxes to take a look.

Basically, there are a lot of pottery, pottery bowls, pottery pots, and pottery pots. Some of them are still broken. For those who don’t know, I thought they had just arrived.

"They are all yin-laden things. They should come from the same pit as the stone lion." After reading, Chen Muyu clapped his hands and shook his head repeatedly. Some of them still smelled of earth, and they may have just been dug out not long ago. .

This couldn't be more obvious.

Huang Dashan was not someone who couldn't understand, "Xiaoyu, you can't be wrong. How about I ask your dad to come and have a look?"

Huang Dashan took it for granted that since Chen Muyu understood these things, Chen Jianzhong should understand better.

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His father must be an expert at collecting rags, but the pile of things in front of him was not rags. Wouldn't he be blinded at a glance?

"Uncle Dashan, don't you know some expert? Can't you just show him?"

Chen Muyu smiled. The bronze tripod in Huang Dashan had been appraised by an expert before, but the expert told him that it was a fake. Last time, Deng Jie wanted Chen Muyu to reject it as scrap!

Huang Dashan's face trembled slightly, obviously he also knew that the so-called expert was not reliable.

"Xiaoyu, if it's really like what you said, then what should we do with these things?" Huang Dashan asked.

Chen Muyu pondered for a moment, "If I were you, I would have reported to the government long ago. Let me tell you this, whether you buy or sell anything in the pit, it takes three years to start!"

After a pause, Chen Muyu smiled, livening up the dull atmosphere, "Uncle Dashan, anyway, that's all I have to say. You should handle it properly. If you handle it well, you might even get a certificate by then. !”

…

After saying that, he turned and left the balcony. To be honest, the pile of things had a certain value, but Chen Muyu didn't dare to be interested.

Not to mention the antiques business, even their scrap business must abide by industry rules. There must be a bottom line on what can and cannot be touched.

…

After having lunch at Huang Xiaoqi's house, Chen Muyu left after not staying for a while. When leaving, Chen Muyu gave Huang Xiaoqi a few more instructions. After all, this kind of thing is not a joke.

Of course, what Huang Dashan chooses is not something Chen Muyu can control. After all, he doesn't have the Pacific Ocean at home, so he can't control it that much.

Good advice, but please feel at ease. I believe Huang Dashan understands.

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In the afternoon, I went back to the station to check in, and an order came in. There was a bookstore on Yingchun West Road, and some books were for sale.

The bookstore is not big, but it is not small either. There used to be a primary school near Yingchun Road, Qingshan No. 2 Primary School. At that time, there were quite a few bookstores and stationery stores nearby. With such a big market like the school, many of them made a lot of money. The bowl is full.

But later, Qingshan No. 2 Primary School and No. 2 Middle School merged and moved to a new campus. These bookstores and stationery stores soon couldn't survive, and one after another closed down. Today, this bookstore is considered to be the last one to hold on.

Business is not going well, and you may not be able to sell even one book in a day. The boss is planning to change his career and vacate the store. The new tenant wants the boss to vacate the store first. What should the boss do with these piles of books? For the sake of simplicity, it can only be sold as scrap.

This was considered a big order. Chen Muyu specially brought Li Guoxiang on board and drove a small truck over. He probably wouldn't even be able to get there in one trip.

The boss is a fat man, in his mid-thirties, with a big lump. We have met him before. Chen Muyu only knows that his surname is Che. He is not tall. He wears a pair of black glasses and has a side parted hair. He is happy to see everyone. Hehe, every time you pass by his store, you can almost see him sitting in front of the store, playing games on his mobile phone.