Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 442

"Instead of doing this, I might as well sell it and give it to you."

Jiang Yuan nodded, made another check for 30,000 yuan to the old man, and took out an orange pill and handed it to the old man.

"I am also a doctor."

"My aunt's illness is caused by overwork in her youth. She suffers from too many illnesses, which makes her extremely weak."

"This pill can help my mother recover a little. Then she can rest and have a chance to live for two more years."

"Uncle, if you believe me, give me the medicine. If you don't believe me, you can throw away the medicine and send me to the hospital."

"It's just that I estimate that I will stay in the hospital for the remaining few months."

What Jiang Yuan meant was that the old lady only had a few months left.

But Jiang Yuan also said that if you take this pill, there is a chance that the old lady can live for two more years.

It's not that this medicine just gave the old lady a longer life, but it reduced the frequency of her symptoms and restored some vitality, allowing her to last two more years.

The old man was silent for a moment, nodded and put the pills into his pocket.

"You should arrange for someone to demolish the house as soon as possible. I have already found a new place to live and will be moving in a few days."

Jiang Yuan nodded and was about to leave when he heard the old man continue:

"If you walk a hundred meters along this street, you can see a courtyard with a tall sycamore tree."

"There is still someone in that house. Although he is not a real person, he has some good things at home."

"With your eyes, you shouldn't be fooled. Go and have a look."

Jiang Yuan cupped his fists and said thank you before leaving the courtyard.

According to what the old man said, Jiang Yuan walked forward a hundred meters and saw a large yard next to him. There was a tall sycamore tree in the yard.

The iron gate of the yard is already rusty, and the ground in the yard is also full of chores.

Jiang Yuan stood at the door and happened to see two young men in suits and leather shoes being kicked out by a middle-aged man.

"If you want me to sign and move out, you can! I'll double the price!"

The two young men looked at each other helplessly, sighed, turned and walked out of the yard.

Jiang Yuan watched them leave and immediately understood that the owner of this family wanted to be a thorn in the side in order to get more money.

The middle-aged man in the yard was smoking and looking towards the door.

He had a fat head and big ears, his hair was messy and greasy, and his belly was as big as that of a woman who was eight or nine months pregnant.

The weather is already cold, but he still wears

Wearing a pair of sandals.

"What are you looking at!"

Jiang Yuan thought of the old man's evaluation of the middle-aged man just now - not authentic.

"Is there a collector at home?"

Hearing Jiang Yuan's words, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled, "It turns out that I'm the one receiving the goods. I happen to have some good stuff to sell."

"Little brother, come in quickly and sit down. I'll get you some water."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, not even bothering to ask the middle-aged man's full name, "What's your surname?"

"Just call me Master Wang."

Jiang Yuan nodded, "What do you have to sell?"

"You'll know when you come in and take a look."

Master Wang pointed to his house and said, "It's set up inside."

With that said, he took the lead and walked into the house, but heard shouting from outside the door.

"Master Wang, I heard that you have something to sell, so I came here specially."

Jiang Yuan and Wang Jun looked at the door at the same time and saw a young man wearing a military coat riding a bicycle in.

There is also a large snakeskin bag tied to the back seat of the bicycle, with bulging contents inside.

This is a true 'scraper', a dealer at the bottom of the antiques circle.

Jiang Yuan could tell at a glance that the snakeskin bag was full of tatters, and there were a few old things, but they were not of much value and were not even qualified to sell them in Wanbao Building.

Wang Jun had obviously dealt with this person before and greeted him with a smile:

"Xiao Fang, come in quickly, isn't it a coincidence? The guy next to me is also here to discuss business."

Hearing Wang Jun's words, Xiao Fang frowned and looked at Jiang Yuan, then nodded and said:

"Then just follow the rules."

With that said, Xiaofang parked his bicycle under the sycamore tree in the yard and followed him into the house.

Although Wang Jun said he would not move, the things in the house had almost been packed away. There were only two chairs and a pile of pots and pans left in the main room.

Wang Jun leaned against the door and smoked, and did not actually go to pour a glass of water for Jiang Yuan and Xiao Fang.

Xiao Fang got straight to the point:

"Master Wang, I heard someone said that you went to the market to deliver the news. If you have something to sell, please take it out and take a look."

Wang Jun smiled and pointed with his toes to the chairs sitting under Xiao Fang and Jiang Yuan's buttocks.

"Isn't this what it is?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Fang immediately stood up and squatted down to take a closer look.

These two chairs

They are a pair of children, Zhenger is a ‘four-year-old’ official hat chair from Huanghuali.

The patina seems to be at least a hundred years old, and the decoration is relatively simple, with only the auspicious cloud pattern lightly carved on the back and back panel.

Looking again, the boards on this chair are very wide, and they are obviously cut out from a large huanghuali tree.

To make a pair of chairs like this, far more materials are wasted than used, which is one of the reasons why they are so valuable.

Just this pair of chairs, if put at auction in later generations, should be worth millions. The current market is not very prosperous, and the price is around 20,000 to 30,000.

Of course, from Jiang Yuan's point of view, this thing is not very precious.

In Xiao Fang's eyes, it was really a treasure.

Wang Jun smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with this thing. It was passed down from our ancestors. If we hadn't moved to a new home after the demolition, this thing was out of season. I also want to buy some new furniture in the future, otherwise I would definitely be reluctant to sell it."

"Since you two are here to collect the things, let's quote a price. I will sell it to whomever I think has the right price."

Xiao Fang glanced at Jiang Yuan. According to the rules, whoever comes first should talk first.

If Jiang Yuan fails to reach an agreement, he will talk to Wang Jun again.

Now Wang Jun wants the two of them to bid together, obviously because he wants to maximize profits.

Wang Jun didn't raise the price rashly. He set the price low because he was afraid of being robbed by Jiang Yuan. He asked it higher because he didn't want to give up the money.

Just listen to Jiang Yuandao:

"Three thousand."

Upon hearing this quotation, Xiao Fang immediately laughed.

He also saw that the current market price of this pair of chairs should be less than 10,000 yuan, maybe 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

However, the price quoted for shoveling the land is only two to three thousand.

It seems that Jiang Yuan is a kindred spirit.

"Three thousand and five," Xiao Fang said with a smile:

"This chair is not bad at all, but it's just a little old, and the carving and workmanship are average. I only pay for it by selling the materials."

"What's more, the market price of this kind of ancient furniture has not increased."

Wang Jun looked displeased, "Xiao Fang, I know your prices are low, but you have to look at who you are doing business with."

"It would be boring to do business with me, Lao Wang, if you keep doing this."

"I've been in this business for a few years anyway, and my pair of chairs are worth at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan."