Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

It was already afternoon when Jiang Yuan left Wang's house.

Concerned about finding sales for the ceramics factory, Jiang Yuan directly approached Wang Baimian, the director of the Jinxing Enamel Factory.

Wang Baimian knew that the collapse of Jinfu Ceramics Factory had something to do with Jiang Yuan, but he just smiled and said: "Now that Jinfu Ceramics Factory has collapsed, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the ceramics factory in your village."

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "Contrary to what you think, Director Wang, the ceramic factory in our village does not intend to focus on household porcelain. Instead, it plans to specialize in high-end porcelain and ornamental porcelain. I came to you this time to ask you a question."

Ask if you know any customers in this field."

Wang Baimian smiled instantly, "You said it was a coincidence, but I really know him."

"But that person is a foreigner, can you handle it?"

"There are not many people in China who are willing to spend money to sell ornamental porcelain. The overseas market is pretty good," Jiang Yuan said with a smile, "I'm just a foreigner. Is there anything I can't handle?"

"The foreigner's name is Mark, a native of country Y. He happens to be in Binhai now, staying at the Kelly Hotel. He specializes in wholesale. He transports products from country Y to our country, and also transports our good products to country Y to earn the price difference.

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"Last time I listened to your suggestion and hired a specialized person to design a new enamel product style. Then he found me and placed a large order for me."

"In other words, he is not short of money."

Jiang Yuan and Wang Baimian looked at each other and smiled, "I understand."

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Kaili Hotel.

As the most upscale hotel in Binhai, Kaili Hotel has always been the first choice for foreigners and wealthy domestic people to stay in Binhai.

With the reform and opening up, a group of businessmen like Mark have poured into the country, which to some extent has indeed accelerated the economic growth of some regions.

What I have to admit is that many domestic works of art that have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years have been recognized by these foreigners.

Jiang Yuan walked into the Kaili Hotel and met a sturdy foreigner.

This man has a thick beard and golden curly hair. He looks a bit bohemian. Of course, there is another way of saying it, called chic.

"Is that Mr. Mark?"

When he heard someone calling him, Mark stopped and looked at Jiang Yuan.

"Are you calling me?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Do you have time? I want to talk to you about a business that is sure to make a profit without losing any money."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

After Mark finished speaking, he bypassed Jiang Yuan and walked out of the hotel door.

But strangely enough, there are always many taxis waiting for guests in front of the Kaili Hotel on weekdays, but now there is not even a shadow of a car in sight.

Jiang Yuan shook the truck key in his hand, "Wherever you want to go, I can give you a free ride."

Mark was unwilling at first, but he looked at his watch and saw that there was only less than half an hour left before the time he had agreed with others.

"OK," Mark nodded, "I will pay you."

Jiang Yuan didn't answer and took Mark directly to the truck.

When Mark saw the dilapidated blue truck in front of him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Is this your car? Are you kiding me?"

Jiang Yuan climbed directly into the car and motioned Mark to check the time with his eyes, "Aren't you in a hurry?"

Mark was speechless and had no choice but to get into the truck.

Fortunately, the road was flat and Jiang Yuan's driving skills were pretty good, so Mark didn't feel too much bumps.

According to the address Mark said, Jiang Yuan drove the truck and turned onto a familiar street.

The further he drove, the more doubtful Jiang Yuan became.

"The person you want to visit shouldn't be named Wang, right?"

Mark nodded, "I'm going to visit Mr. Wang Zun, a famous collector in Binhai. His daughter Wang Fei is

My friend."

"Are you a friend of Wang Fei's girl?" Jiang Yuan smiled instantly, "You should have said earlier, that girl is my niece."

"Niece?" Mark looked at Jiang Yuan and always felt that Jiang Yuan looked like a liar, "No no, you are about the same age as her, how can she be your niece?"

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "You don't understand. In our country, seniority is not calculated by age. Since you are a friend of that girl Wang Fei, just call me Uncle Jiang like him."

For a moment, Marx seemed to think that what Jiang Yuan said made sense, and he opened his mouth and said: "Uncle Jiang, besides Mr. Wang Zun, are there any other collectors in Binhai? I want to buy a batch of art and transport it back to Country Y."

"Of course!" Jiang Yuan said with a smile while driving: "Do you know why Wang Fei calls me uncle? It's because I am friends with her dad. Do you know why I am friends with her dad? Because I am also the one you call me uncle.

A collector, I have a lot of art there.”

Mark's eyes lit up, "Uncle Jiang, is this the business you want to discuss with me?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, "I'll talk to you in detail when we get to Wang's house later."

"By the way Mark, how much liquidity do you have now?"

Mark immediately became alert, "uncle Jiang, why are you asking this?"

Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at Mark, "I have too many good things there. If you don't have enough money, you might not even be able to buy a piece of art."

"I have a lot of money," Mark thought for a while, "Is one hundred thousand dollars enough?"

One hundred thousand dollars?

At this time, the probability of exchange against the U.S. dollar is about 8.5 to 1. For 100,000 U.S. dollars, that is 850,000!

Jiang Yuan smiled even brighter. No wonder Wang Baimian said Mark was rich.

"By the way, Mark, do you like 'old objects' or 'modern artworks'?"

"What is an old thing?"

"It's just an antique."

"Of course I choose antiques, but modern crafts are also needed."

"Of course, it must be something our country doesn't have."

Jiang Yuan nodded and had already begun to figure out at what price he would wholesale the porcelain from the ceramic factory to Mark.

In front of Wang's house.

Jiang Yuan stopped the truck and knocked on the door with Mark.

"Mark, you have to remember that Mr. Wang Zun likes polite young people."

Mark nodded, "Thank you Uncle Jiang for reminding me."

After a while, Wang Fei opened the door and smiled the moment he saw Jiang Yuan, "What gust of wind brought you here again? Do you want to come and drink my dad's tea again?"

"Fei, long time no see," Mark came up from behind Jiang Yuan and smiled at Wang Fei: "We made an appointment at ten in the morning, and I was not late."

Wang Fei nodded, "You're not late."

Mark smiled gentlemanly and said, "Can I come in?"

"Come in."

But Mark did not advance. Instead, he gestured to Jiang Yuan, "Uncle Jiang, you advance."

Jiang Yuan nodded with satisfaction, "Wang Fei, did you see that young people should be polite?"

But Wang Fei's eyes widened and he suppressed his smile, "Mark, what did you call him?"

"Uncle Jiang," Mark said with confusion on his face, "He said I want to be like you and call him uncle."

"Are you stupid?" Wang Fei could hardly hold back his smile and quickly turned around and ran towards the yard.

Wang Zunzheng and his wife were sunbathing in the courtyard. When they heard the noise, they turned around and saw Jiang Yuan and a foreigner walking side by side.

"Hello, Uncle Wang, I am Mark," Mark smiled and bowed, "I am Wang Fei's good friend."

Wang Zun nodded, "Sit down, my daughter is going to make tea... just use the good tea leaves in the tea room, don't let me collect them."

Some tea leaves that are about to expire..."

Wang Fei rolled his eyes at his father, "Stingy guy."

"Uncle Wang, in addition to meeting Wang Fei this time, I also want to buy a batch of antiques from you. Don't worry, I have money and can buy very good antiques."

Wang Zun looked at Jiang Yuan and asked doubtfully: "They foreigners also play with antiques? Do they understand?"

Jiang Yuan smiled, "The art market environment abroad is better. As for whether they understand it, I don't know."

Wang Zun nodded thoughtfully, "Mark, right? I collect all ancient coins and I don't plan to sell them. You can ask Mr. Jiang next to you. He is in the antique business."

Mark nodded disappointedly, "Uncle Jiang has already told me."

"You called him uncle?" Wang Zun looked at Jiang Yuan strangely, "You're really doing a disservice."

Jiang Yuan looked innocent, "Mark and your daughter are friends, and I regard your daughter as my junior. After all, there's nothing wrong with Mark calling me uncle."

"What junior?" Wang Fei's mother said angrily: "Jiang Yuan, you are about the same age as our precious daughter, we are the same generation."

"No wonder she always says you took advantage of her."

Jiang Yuan smiled helplessly, "I wouldn't dare."

Just then Wang Fei came over with tea. When he heard Jiang Yuan's words, his head was filled with black lines, "Don't you dare be more shameless?"

"dare."

Wang Fei: "..."

"Uncle Jiang," Mark turned to look at Jiang Yuan, "Since Uncle Uncle doesn't sell antiques to me, then you can sell them to me."

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Follow me later, I'll take you to my antique shop, and then to our ceramics factory for inspection."

"Ceramics?" Mark shook his head quickly, "Our country also has ceramics, we don't want this."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, "Your porcelain is not good, but ours is beautiful, complicated in craftsmanship, and is a work of art."

Mark nodded doubtfully, "Okay, I'll go take a look with you."

Wang Fei looked at Jiang Yuan helplessly, "Mark is my friend, don't fool him."

Jiang Yuan also became serious, "I didn't fool him. If you don't believe me, ask your dad. The ceramic factory in our village is looking for customers. The porcelain parts produced are all works of art. I will never lie about this."

"In doing business, you should be honest. Mark is not a fool. He can always tell the difference between good and bad things."

Mark nodded in agreement, "Fei, don't worry, I understand art very well."

Wang Fei nodded doubtfully, his eyes scanning Jiang Yuan and Mark's faces, not knowing who was telling the truth.

An hour later, Jiang Yuan drove Mark to the store.

After seeing the exquisite antiques, Mark instantly became interested.

Jiang Yuan also didn't expect that Mark really understood antiques. Although he was not as familiar with them as domestic players, he could still tell the real ones from the fake ones.

It seems that these foreigners have their own way of appraising treasures and antiques.

Moreover, the bargaining for this mark left Jiang Yuan speechless. He didn't look like a millionaire at all. It took half an hour to negotiate for only three yuan or five yuan.

In the end, Mark picked a total of ten antiques from Jiangyuan's store. The value was not high, but they also had a certain collection value.

In the evening, Jiang Yuan drove Mark to Jiangjiacun again.

Unlike the flat asphalt roads in the city, the road became bumpier as he got closer to the village. Mark's face began to turn pale, he felt dizzy, and he vomited several times in a row.

By the time we arrived at the village, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Yuan directly arranged Mark in his ancestral home, fed him a few sips of sugar water and let him go to sleep.

Chen Zhong knew that Jiang Yuan had brought back a customer, so he started preparing samples overnight, intending to cooperate with Jiang Yuan to complete the first sales order.