In My Senior Year, My Trillion-Dollar Net Worth Depends On Picking Up

Chapter 3 Antique Street, Selling Dog Head Gold

Zhang Tong carried a sack containing something and walked out the door.

"Zhang Tong, what are you doing?"

The toothless old man next door asked curiously.

"Throw some bad sweet potatoes, and go to the back mountain to get some mushrooms to eat."

Zhang Tong laughed.

An hour later, Zhang Tong came back again.

The sack was bulging.

"I picked up a lot of mushrooms, take them out and have a look?"

The old men and women who are playing mahjong are very curious.

There are more than 100 households in Xiaoshui Village, with a total population of more than 500.

But the young people have all gone out to work, leaving behind only old men and women.

In addition to playing chess and cards on weekdays, I just brag and fart.

For big things, they can chat with relish for three days and three nights without blinking.

"No mushrooms, but babes."

Zhang Tong pretended to be excited.

"Have you found gold?"

The old man with missing teeth said jokingly.

"Fart gold."

"If there is gold, I will stand upside down and have diarrhea."

"..."

The rest said one after another.

"It's really gold."

Zhang Tong put down the sack and took out the dog's head gold. Under the sunlight, the brilliant golden light dazzled everyone's eyes.

"Oh my god, is it really a dog's head gold? There is a dog's head gold in the back mountain?"

"Where did you pick it up in the back mountain?"

Many old men and old ladies rushed over, so excited that they almost had a stroke.

"I picked it up from the creek in the back mountain."

Zhang Tong's face is honest and honest.

"It turns out that there are gold mines in the upper stream of Houshan? Then there must be Goutoujin and Jinsha."

A group of old men and women were surprised and delighted.

Immediately holding a cane and carrying a sack, he went to the back mountain to hunt for treasure with great interest.

"very good."

Zhang Tong smiled slightly.

Now I'm not afraid that others will associate Goutoujin with his cellar.

After all, even if he sold the dog's head gold secretly, it might spread.

...

Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.

Xiangcheng is a first-tier city, and the antique street is very large, with dozens of antique shops alone.

In the afternoon, the antique street is very lively.

The street stalls lined up all the way, filled with copper coins, silver dollars, jade, calligraphy and paintings and other handicrafts or worthless antiques that could be faked, countless and dazzling.

Shouts also followed one after another:

"Tang Bohu's ancient paintings are absolutely authentic..."

"The ancestral snuff bottle has a history of 300 years, and only 100,000..."

"..."

Few people are interested in antique shops, but the shopkeepers are not panicked at all, as stable as thousand-year-old turtles.

This line of business is often not opened for three years, and it takes three years after opening!

Suddenly, someone drove a tricycle into the antique street, found a place, and began to yell, "Roasted sweet potatoes, dried sweet potatoes, sweet potato chips, sweet potato powder..."

"The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds."

Of course Luo Hao, the owner of the largest antique shop - Huabaoxuan, also saw it, and was stunned, dumbfounded.

Antique Street sells roasted sweet potatoes?

Are you sick?

Even a strange picture appeared in his mind involuntarily.

Many antique stall owners greeted customers enthusiastically while eating dark roasted sweet potatoes.

This picture should not be too beautiful.

"I said buddy, have you come to the wrong place? This is the antique street, not the snack street."

The stall owner next door touched his forehead and reminded.

"I'm sorry, I called it wrong, it's all habit that hurts people."

Zhang Tong smiled apologetically, quickly took out a shiny golden object, and yelled: "Golden dog's head, a dog's head gold weighing forty catties a tael, sold at a high price. Pass by, don't miss it..."

The sun shines on the dog's head gold, and the golden light is dazzling, which is particularly eye-catching.

All kinds of antiques are not uncommon, and gold jewelry is not uncommon.

But the dog head gold is conceived by nature, and it is easy to distinguish the true from the false.

But few people have seen it.

Very rare!

The whole antique street was in a commotion.

Many stall owners didn't even look at the stalls, and rushed over to look at the strange things.

Antique shop owners also rushed out upon hearing the news.

"Fuck, young people don't talk about martial arts."

Luo Hao couldn't hold his own anymore, and walked out cursing.

It was a dark hatred in my heart.

More than 40 catties of dog head gold, no matter in terms of volume or weight, is definitely the world's first, it can be said to be a world treasure, and it is very valuable.

If this young man comes to Huabaoxuan to sell.

Naturally, he can get it at a cheap price and use it as the treasure of the town store, which can increase his popularity and be of great benefit to his business.

But now it is not easy.

You must face all your peers and many rich people who have heard the news.

Luo Hao broke away from the crowd and walked in. He said with burning eyes, "Young man, hello, I'm Luo Hao, the owner of Huabaoxuan, can I have a look at your dog's head gold?"

"Can't."

Zhang Tong refused without hesitation.

There were too many people at the scene, and he was worried that someone would take it in the name of identification and run away.

"Then go to my store for appraisal?"

Luo Hao choked for a moment, and said again.

Zhang Tong shook his head, "No."

He just wanted to bid here in order to sell at a high price.

"How do you know if it's genuine if you don't try it out?"

Luo Hao said in astonishment.

"Yeah yeah."

Other antique shop owners also echoed.

"This is the real dog's head gold that I picked up in the mountains this morning. You don't need to appraise it. It will be sold to whoever bids the most."

Zhang Tong is unhurried, calm and confident.

Many antique shop owners were so angry that their noses were crooked.

Without identification, who dares to bid?

Is this bastard deliberately messing around?

Or stalling for time?

Wait for more people to arrive, so that they can be sold at a high price?

They glanced at each other, Luo Hao smiled and said, "How about this, you hold it in your hand, how about I appraise it by myself?"

"Can."

Zhang Tong agreed this time.

"Everyone take three steps back and don't make any noise."

Many antique shop owners began to maintain order.

Luo Hao took out the magnifying glass and began to carefully identify it.

There are more and more people watching the excitement, one by one stood on tiptoe to watch curiously, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Oh my god, how can there be such a huge dog's head gold, it's incredible."

"The dog head gold is so beautiful, I like it so much!"

"I don't know how much you can sell it for?"

"A few million. I'm afraid it's fake."

"It's not fake, otherwise how dare you bid on the street?"

"..."

Some people even called their friends, "Old Wang, come quickly, a piece of 40-jin dog's head gold appeared on the Antique Street, it's true by visual inspection..."

"..."

Luo Hao was secretly anxious, so he speeded up the appraisal, and asked Zhang Tong to weigh it with a scale that sells sweet potatoes, and announced loudly: "The color is golden yellow, the whole body is round, there are many small pits like honeycombs on the surface, and there are some protruding parts. It looks like a dog's head. Therefore, there is no doubt that this is a genuine dog's head gold weighing 401 jins."

"Oh my god, what a dog's head gold!"

"I really want it. It can be a family heirloom, and it can increase in value in the future."

"The real value of dog head gold is its meaning: it can bring people good luck."

"Golden gold, shit luck, it's not fake..."

"..."

Everyone was excited, extremely excited, and their eyes became even hotter.

Dog head gold is much more popular than other antiques.

"I offer 3 million."

"4000000."

"5000000."

"5.5 million."

"5.8 million."

"..."

Bidding has started.

Many antique shop owners also joined the fray.

It looks like you want to fight to the death.

"7 million."

Luo Hao was so imposing that he made a final decision.

No one bids more.

seems to give up.

"Young man, give me a bank account, and I'll transfer the money to you."

Luo Hao said.

"7 million is not for sale."

Zhang Tong said slowly.

"Not for sale? Then why do you let us bid?"

Luo Hao jumped up anxiously, his face was red like blood, and the veins on his forehead were twisted like earthworms.

"If it doesn't reach my psychological price, of course I won't sell it. I'm not an auction house."

Zhang Tong had a weird expression on his face.

Just bidding for a price, are you still impatient?

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