Let You Collect The Waste! Waste! Do You Understand? !

"270,000?..."

Cui Yong touched his head in embarrassment and said:

"Mr. Jiang, I won't lie to you. The quality of your mother's money is not bad. A private collector will buy it for 270,000 yuan. If they really like it, they may even give you more. However, no one can guarantee how long you will last. It takes two or three days to sell this copper coin. If you are lucky, you may not be able to sell it in three or four years. So Mr. Jiang, why not lower the price and sell it to me, let me make a profit, and you can save some time. I have energy and can get money now, what do you think?”

After thinking about it, Jiang Chen felt it made sense.

Jiang Chen was very excited about the advantage of being able to get money now.

For nothing else.

Just to make as much money as possible in 100 days.

"How much is Boss Cui prepared to pay?"

"I'm offering 262,000. This is definitely a friendly price. Mr. Jiang, don't think I'm trying to trick you. Just ask other antique owners. They will never be able to give me this price."

Cui Yong said, patting his chest.

Good guy.

Eight thousand were cut directly.

Seeing Jiang Chen's hesitation, Yang Fugui said: "Mr. Jiang, Lao Cui did not cheat you. His 260,000 yuan deposit in the bank will be repaid after two years. In comparison, he can get back the 260,000 yuan principal and more than 7,000 yuan in interest. , I can only earn a little from you."

Jiang Chen is not a greedy person.

You only care about having enough to eat and drink yourself, and don't care whether others have food or not. If things continue like this, who will work for you or play with you in the future?

So he nodded, Jiang Chen took out his phone and asked:

"Can prestige transfer so much money?"

Cui Yonghan smiled and said: "No, you can only go to the bank counter to handle large-amount transfers. You can give me your bank card number and I will come back. When you receive the money on your phone, you can give me the things. How about that?"

"Then I'll trouble you, Boss Cui."

"No trouble, no trouble, Lao Yang, please serve Mr. Jiang for me. I have bank VIP privileges to skip the queue. It can be done in the past ten minutes."

Get Jiang Chen’s bank card number.

Cui Yong turned around and went out happily.

He got into the car, kicked the floor oil and sped towards the bank business hall.

See him so happy.

The audience in the live broadcast room was numb.

——[Wori, is it really 260,000? 】

——[Is ancient money so valuable? 】

——[The key point is that Brother Chen bought it from the money tube stall for five hundred! It only cost five hundred! 】

——[Did you forget that Brother Xiao sold the other 18 copper coins for 880? Strictly speaking, Brother Xiao only spent 120! 】

——[It’s like Qin Shi Huang sitting on the wire and winning! ! 】

——[Win directly at the starting line! Just making a few hundred thousand in just a short period of time, how can other players play? 】

——[Didn’t you say that the stall was a scam? How could the anchor grab a big one? ! 】

Jiang Chen was busy chatting with Yang Fugui without looking at the barrage.

About ten minutes.

The cell phone dinged, showing that 262,000 yuan had been credited to Jiang Chen's bank card. Seeing that he had all the money, Jiang Chen happily left the copper coins on the table: "I got the money, but I still have to collect the waste. Just take the first step, and before Boss Cui comes back, please ask Boss Yang to say sorry on my behalf."

Yang Fugui accepted the copper coins and sent Jiang Chen out with a smile.

Get on a tricycle.

Jiang Chen suddenly remembered something.

"Boss Yang, there is a red plum porcelain vase in your house. The glaze color is not quite right. You can study it again when you have time."

"Okay, walk slowly."

Yang Fugui waved his hand to see him off.

Shortly after Jiang Chen left, Cui Yong drove back in a hurry, only to find that the three-wheel waste collection vehicle parked in front of Yipin Zhai had disappeared.

"Lao Yang, where is Mr. Jiang?"

"He's going to collect scraps, so he's leaving first, but he left the copper coins with me. You can see if there's anything wrong with it."

Yang Fugui pushed an exquisite red box over.

Opening the lid of the box, the mother's money is lying quietly on the red satin, which is very beautiful.

Cui Yong couldn't wait to pick it up and enjoy it again.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the fraud stall can actually sell genuine goods. Oh my, that young man has a sharp eye. So many people didn't recognize it, but he discovered the clue."

"Mr. Jiang is so young and still collects scraps. When he picked out mother's money from a pile of copper coins, don't you have any suspicion?"

Yang Fugui still couldn't believe it.

Cui Yong also lamented: "I am also afraid that Mr. Jiang is forging it, but my experience tells me that this one is not fake."

Although it is refreshing to pay for it.

But the two of them were still a little unsure.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Jiang told me before he left that the glaze color of my red plum porcelain vase was not quite right. He gave me time to study it. You just happened to be here, help me take a look." Yang Fugui said.

"Okay, where is it?"

Cui Yong put away the copper coins and came to a double-color porcelain vase with Yang Fugui.

This is a vase.

The whole bottle is pure white, but the plum blossom petals on the bottle are made red by craftsmen using special pigments. It looks like a red plum standing proudly in the cold winter wind and snow, which is quite artistic.

It is the typical white glaze red color.

The two took down the porcelain bottle and focused on studying the glaze color of the bottle.

Watched for a moment.

Cui Yong shouted in a low voice: "Old Yang, Mr. Jiang should say that the fading traces of the glaze color are wrong!"

Yang Fugui's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked, "Tell me more about it."