Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 402

Seeing Jiang Yuan's back disappearing at the top of the stairs, Ge Hong looked at Zhang Wengang and sighed:

"Xiaozhang, don't be discouraged."

"With your talent, you will definitely be able to learn from our Binhai antique masters. Our Binhai Antique Association is planning to vigorously train young people this time, and there will be many people to give you guidance."

Zhang Wengang suddenly raised his head and looked at Ge Hong seriously.

"Uncle Ge, Mr. Jiang, gave me a chance? Right?"

Ge Hong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said:

"It's unrealistic for you to get antiques worth 10,000 yuan in a dozen hours with a start-up capital of 500 yuan."

"Although a twenty-fold difference is not a big deal in the antiques circle, it is not something that can be encountered often."

"Even if you are an antique collector, you may not be able to pick up such a big leak all year round."

"Besides, it's getting dark soon, and the antique market is about to close."

Ge Hong didn't know yet that Jiang Yuan originally wanted to ask for a hundred yuan of start-up capital.

Jiang Yuan actually never thought that Zhang Wengang would be able to complete this task. After all, even if he was extremely talented, he was destined to be unable to succeed in this industry without training.

Jiang Yuan's real purpose is to let him learn to be humble and correct his attitude after hitting a wall.

Seeing the serious look on Zhang Wengang's face, Ge Hong couldn't say anything more and could only say softly:

"Then come on."

Zhang Wenggang nodded, then looked at Ge Hong with some embarrassment, "Uncle Ge, can you lend me five hundred yuan?"

Ge Hong directly took out one thousand yuan from his body and handed it to Zhang Wengang, "Actually... you bought it for one thousand yuan, or it can be said that you bought it for five hundred yuan."

Zhang Wengang returned the other 500 yuan to Ge Hong, "Since this is a test, I can't be cunning."

After saying that, Zhang Wen just turned around and ran away.

Ge Hong stood there for a minute, sighed and said:

"I wish you good luck, Xiaozhang."

Wuxianqiao Antique Market.

Ge Hong walked into one of the pedestrian streets warily, his hand covering his purse.

His eyes glanced at the antique stalls around him from time to time, but he had no idea where to start.

It was getting dark at this time, and it would get dark in less than half an hour. Almost all the stalls had already begun to close their stalls.

Although Zhang Wengang had visited antique markets many times with his father before, he had never bought anything by himself.

Zhang Wen just stood in front of a stall.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, squatting on the ground and putting the things on the stall into boxes.

Seeing someone standing in front of him, he wanted to say hello, but when he looked up, he

Seeing that he is a half-grown boy.

The stall owner hadn't opened his business all day, and he was very upset. He waved his hands and shouted:

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way and don't bother people here."

Zhang Wengang pointed to a colorful ceramic horse on the stall and said:

"How much does this horse cost?"

"Ha," the stall owner said angrily:

"Why are you asking? Do you have money to buy it?"

Zhang Wenwen frowned slightly and said, "First tell me how much it will cost."

"Oh," the stall owner glanced at Zhang Wenwen's purse, which was covered with his hand, and his eyes lit up, "Did you really come here with banknotes?"

"This horse is from the Tang Dynasty. Look at its appearance, patina, and color. It's top quality."

"Looking at your young age, I won't ask for more from you. I'll charge you the cost price, eight hundred."

When Zhang Wen heard that he wanted eight hundred, he shook his head and left.

The stall owner cursed and started packing his things again.

As soon as Zhang Wen walked a few meters away, he recalled that his father seemed to have bought a very similar thing, saying it was Tang Sancai.

Zhang Wengang remembered that his father seemed to have spent more than 500 yuan to buy it, then resold it and made a few thousand dollars.

The stall owner was holding the pottery horse in his hand and was about to put it into the box. Seeing Zhang Wen just standing a few meters away, he tentatively called out, "Little brother, I have to leave?"

"If you really like it, I'll sell it to you at a loss and charge you 750?"

Zhang Wen just looked at the sky, gritted his teeth and walked back, staring at the stall owner and saying:

"one hundred!"

The stall owner glanced at Zhang Wengang's wallet again and became a little angry.

"Boy, this is because I have a good temper. If you raise prices like this in other places, others will scold you half to death!"

The stall owner shook his head and put the pottery horse in his hand into the box.

Just when he was about to close the box, Zhang Wen just spoke again.

"One hundred and five!"

The stall owner didn't even look at Zhang Wengang, he stood up and was about to leave.

Zhang Wengang said quickly:

"Tell me, how much is the lowest price you can sell?"

The stall owner stood there for a moment, then thought that he was not open today and that he would be scolded by the tigress at home when he went back.

Thinking of this, he walked back patiently and said, "Little brother, seeing that you are so persistent, it is our fate that you met me when I was closing the stall."

"Five hundred, this is the lowest price I can accept."

Zhang Wengang shook his head, "Two hundred."

Stall owner: "Four hundred and five, the lowest!"

Zhang Wen just looked at the stall owner's face

, not sure if 450 is the lowest price in his heart.

So Zhang Wengang tentatively quoted a price again.

"three hundred?"

"I only have three hundred yuan on me, and I can't get even a cent more."

This price made the stall owner a little confused.

You can make a profit by selling it, but not much.

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded, opened the box, and gave the pottery horse to Zhang Wengang.

Zhang Wengang also quietly took out three banknotes in his pocket.

This is considered a deal.

Zhang Wen was just about to take the pottery horse and leave, but he saw a man and a woman passing by stopped in their tracks.

The man is about 1.8 meters tall, has fair skin and a slim build. He is also wearing a brown windbreaker and looks very fashionable.

The girl next to him is probably about twenty-three or four years old. She has good looks and temperament. Judging from her fashionable clothes, she must be from a wealthy family.

The man looked at the pottery horse in Zhang Wenwen's hand and was a little surprised.

He looked at Zhang Wengang, then at the stall owner who was about to leave, and said with a smile:

"How much does this horse cost?"

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the stall owner finally managed to see the young man's appearance clearly, and he immediately smiled flatteringly.

"Young Master Jiang, it's you."

Jiang Cong nodded, pointed at Tao Ma in Zhang Wengang's arms, and said with a smile:

"The horse that your son has that imitates the tri-colored glazed colors of the Tang Dynasty is pretty good. How much can you pay for it?"

"Imitation?"

The stall owner had no idea whether this Tang Sancai pottery horse was authentic or not, but when Jiang Cong said this, he immediately believed it.

The main reason is that Jiang Cong's tone was too casual, and it didn't seem like he meant to say the word 'imitation'.

At this time, Zhang Wengang took two steps back with his arms around the Tang Sancai pottery horse and looked at Jiang Cong warily.

"He is not my father! I bought this horse with money!"

Jiang Cong frowned for a moment, subconsciously not believing Zhang Wengang's words. After all, Zhang Wengang was a little too young.

Even Jiang Cong himself, although he already knew a lot about antiques when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, did not have the courage to go hunting for treasures in the antique market by himself.

The stall owner glared at Zhang Wengang, suddenly grabbed the pottery horse in Zhang Wengang's hand, smiled and said to Jiang Cong:

"If Young Master Jiang likes it, you can just make a price. If it's suitable, this thing will belong to Young Master Jiang."

"Why!"

Zhang Wengang looked at the stall owner and Jiang Cong angrily, "I bought the things and I paid for them!"