Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 399

"To a certain extent, this oil painting will have more market and value around the world."

Hearing that Zhang Guhua spoke so highly of this oil painting, Wang Dayou suddenly said:

"Otherwise, Jiang Yuan, would you take this oil painting to Jiangdu to participate in the antique exchange meeting?"

"It's better not to," Jiang Yuan smiled and shook his head, "It's better not to let too many people know that this painting is in my hands."

"If this news spreads abroad, I will never have a peaceful life in the future."

Seeing that Jiang Yuan was unwilling, Wang Dayou couldn't force him.

They looked at Jiang Yuan's other collections, and their hearts were already numb with shock.

After a long time, Wang Dayou smiled helplessly and said:

"If I can take two or three of your collections to Jiangdu, the first place will definitely be yours."

Jiang Yuan smiled and waved his hand, "Not necessarily. Others may have good treasures in their hands."

"Then what are you going to bring with you?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head in confusion, "To be honest, I really don't want to show these collections to others."

"Let me think about it again, or if I wander around the market, I might be able to find something suitable for the exchange meeting."

Liu Yidao said angrily:

"Can you pick up antiques that are on the same level as these collections?"

"Is it impossible?" Jiang Yuan said with a smile: "I got these things by picking things up."

Wang Dayou: "..."

Liu Yidao: "..."

"Okay, this time we can see Jiang Yuan's collection as we wished," Zhang Guhua said with a smile:

"It's so frustrating that people are so different from each other. We have been collecting for so many years, but we don't have many good things in our hands. Look at Jiang Yuan. He saved the world in his previous life, so he has such good luck in this life."

Jiang Yuan smiled and shook his head, and walked out of the basement with everyone.

After sending Zhang Guhua and others away, Jiang Yuan really decided to go to the market.

Although Wanbao Building is now the largest antique store in Binhai, it does not mean that all the good things in Binhai are in Wanbao Building.

There is still hope of picking up the leak.

Because a large number of antique shops in Binhai have been moved to more than a dozen pedestrian streets near the commercial plaza, naturally many small sellers setting up stalls have also been brought.

But because the management in the new commercial district is very strict, casual stalls are not allowed to be set up on the street.

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These stall owners were scattered across more than a dozen pedestrian streets, making it difficult to manage, so there was a notice from above, which only allowed these stall owners to set up stalls on a pedestrian street called Shengmo Street, a few dozen meters to the right of Wanbao Building.

Jiang Yuan strolled into Shengmo Street, his eyes constantly scanning the stalls on both sides.

It's a pity that Jiang Yuan didn't come across any antiques that he liked.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old ran past Jiang Yuan, ran out for more than ten meters, but turned back.

He walked up to Jiang Yuan and looked up at Jiang Yuan, "I know you."

Jiang Yuan looked at the boy with confusion on his face, "Do you know me?"

"You are Jiang Yuan, the boss of Wanbao Tower."

Jiang Yuan smiled, "Yes, I am Jiang Yuan, little brother, what do you want?"

The boy nodded, his face still childish, but his eyes had a hint of maturity.

He is about a little over 16 meters tall, his skin has a malnourished yellow color, and he looks very thin, but his eyes are very bright.

He stood in front of Jiang Yuan, obviously timid, and his legs could not help but tremble slightly.

"Mr. Jiang, I want to..."

"What are you thinking about?"

The boy finally summoned up the courage, clenched his fists and said:

"I want to become your teacher!"

Jiang Yuan frowned slightly, looked at the boy's heavily patched coarse cloth, and then took out a few banknotes from his arms.

"If your family is in trouble, I can lend you some money to tide you over and pay it back to me when you make money later."

"No!" The boy shook his head stubbornly, "I just want to become a disciple."

Jiang Yuan frowned even more. When he heard the boy's stomach growling, he thought for a moment and pointed to a noodle shop next to him, "Let's have something to eat."

The boy subconsciously licked his lips, then shook his head, "I'm not hungry."

Jiang Yuan smiled, put his hand on the boy's shoulders, and pushed him into the noodle shop.

The owner of the noodle shop was sitting at the door, holding two walnuts on a plate. Seeing Jiang Yuan coming over, he quickly stood up and said with a smile:

"Boss Jiang, you are a distinguished guest."

Jiang Yuan smiled and waved his hand, looked at the walnuts in the boss's hand, shook his head and said:

"What's so good about these walnuts?"

But the noodle shop owner smiled and said, "Just for fun, when I look at other people's dishes, I want to pinch something in my hand, otherwise I won't be able to get a bunch together."

Jiang Yuan smiled, "I also have some good quality Wenwan walnuts in my store. If you really like it, go back

Pick a good pair."

The noodle shop owner waved his hands quickly, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I can't afford the things in your store, Boss Jiang."

Jiang Yuan smiled, "I won't let you suffer."

"If you spend thousands or eight hundred dollars, put it on the market for two or three years, then sell it for double the amount, and you won't lose money."

"Really?" The noodle shop owner was immediately tempted, "Boss Jiang, you are one of the presidents of our Binhai Antiques Association. I believe you will not lie to me."

"Okay, I'll go to your store and have a look soon."

Jiang Yuan nodded and pointed to the boy standing next to him, "Give this boy a bowl of noodles with more meat."

"Okay," the boss turned to face the inner room and shouted:

"Honey, a bowl of beef noodles and a plate of soy sauce beef."

After saying that, the boss went directly to Wanbao Building.

Jiang Yuan sat down with the boy and didn't speak.

When the noodles were served, the boy finally couldn't bear it anymore and started to devour them.

The lady boss looked at the boy and couldn't help but sigh, "It's been a long time since I've had enough to eat, and I'm so thin. It makes me feel bad to see him."

Jiang Yuan smiled and waved his hand, indicating to the landlady to get busy.

Jiang Yuan looked at the boy. He was fifteen or sixteen years old and had a strong sense of self-esteem.

After the boy's eating speed slowed down, Jiang Yuan asked:

“Why do you want to get into the antiques business?”

The boy stopped, looked at Jiang Yuan seriously, and then gave an explanation that Jiang Yuan didn't know what to say.

"For food."

Jiang Yuan frowned, "If you just want to eat, I can arrange for you to do odd jobs in Wanbao Building."

The boy still shook his head stubbornly, "My name is Zhang Wengang."

"I'm the only one left at home."

"My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me. My father used to be an antique collector, but later he was defrauded of all his money and jumped into a river."

Zhang Wengang's tone was very calm, as if he was not talking about his own business.

Jiang Yuan could see the pain in his heart.

But Jiang Yuan suddenly said expressionlessly:

"There are too many poor people in the world."

"This is not the reason why you want to worship me as your teacher."

"If you want to have enough to eat, you can do anything to make ends meet."

"If you are interested in antiques, that is also your freedom."