Chapter 93: Great gains (10,000+ daily updates, seeking collection)

Song Yun rushed to the opposite side of the small street and took a closer look. Good guy, there is a shop next to the small street. Except for a few shops selling fruits and groceries, all the people born are selling handicrafts.
Song Yun couldn't help but frowned. Such shops selling handicrafts are usually aimed at tourists. It is impossible for locals to come. The best choice is the market. The crux of the problem is a small remote. In the county seat, where there are so many tourists, the reality is exactly that, the shop is deserted and there is no customer.
"Not sooner or later these days you have to close the door!"
Song Yun shook his head, but it had nothing to do with him, so he walked directly into the shop where he had just seen two groups of white lights.
Song Yun quickly found what he needed. It was shining like the sun. It was impossible to find it. But after he arrived in the store, he discovered that it was not two suns at all, but three suns, all piled in the corner. inside.
"How do you sell these three things?"
Song Yun asked directly, he is a local, and he doesn't need to go around in circles when shopping.
"Hello, boss, these things are incredible, real antiques, if you really want them, I will give you a special price."
Seeing Song Yun, the shopkeeper walked slowly over, not enthusiastic when speaking. It was clearly the kind of business that was not good and he was too lazy to greet but had to greet him.
"antique?"
"You are a craft shop, OK?"
"If it's really an antique, you should open an antique shop!"
"I don't know where, for example, which old mansion bought some old things, they turned out to be antiques."
Song Yun is not polite at all, this time is not a polite time.
The owner blushed. Song Yun was right. He opened it himself. This is not an antique shop or a handicraft shop. Over the years, there have been some donkey friends who came to a remote place to play. A street was planned in the county next to the market. , Specializing in selling handicrafts, when I opened the store, I bought some goods and got a few shabby-looking things from the old house in the village to fill the surface, but the business was not good. After opening for three months, I was surprised that there was nothing. When I sold it, I didn’t understand what was going on at the beginning. I only recently figured out that those travel buddies are basically poor travellers. Where can the money buy crafts? Not to mention that these people basically play all the way. It is impossible to buy a cumbersome thing and keep it around.
"Don't say that there are so many things, you know that you are a local when you listen to my accent. Don't try to fool me. Last year I set up a stall in the front market. Give me an honest price. Don't tell me that these antiques are not. As for the antique, if you dare to drive a thousand dollars, I will turn around and leave."
Song Yun rushed out a series of words.
When the shop owner saw this, he knew that he would not be able to deceive people. After thinking for a while, he set a price of 3,000 yuan with a little uncertainty.
Song Yun laughed as soon as he heard it, he still meant to kill himself as a fat sheep.
Song Yun was even more polite, slashing violently, cutting down to 500 yuan abruptly, and it was still three pieces together.
Song Yun paid the money and carried the things to the car. Then he went back to the small street and strolled from beginning to end. However, it was clear that his good luck had been exhausted. After putting it in full swing, he didn't find any good things.
Song Yun returned to the car, contented, and drove home. When he returned, it was already evening, the sky was full of red clouds, and the entire sky seemed to be on fire, very beautiful.
Song Yun parked the car and carefully moved the things he bought into the yard.
"Song Yun, what are these things you bought?"
Xie Ling was picking vegetables in the yard to cook dinner. She was very curious to see what Song Yun had moved in.
"correct!"
"The cat at home just made a plate today, and you just bought it back. Bring me some and use it for cooking later."
Xie Ling saw a dozen plates in the things Song Yun had moved in, and smiled on her face. She had planned to buy a few, but now she saved her time.
Song Yun couldn't help laughing when Xie Ling said this.
"Mom, you can't bear to use this kind of dish for food!"
Song Yun picked one up and handed it to Xie Ling.
"Reluctant?"
"why?"
"This plate looks pretty, like the blue cloud in the sky after rain."
Xie Ling took it over and took a look, and put it in the dish washing bowl. She planned to soak it and wash it later, and asked Song Yun to get her some more.
Song Yun is happy!
"mom!"
"This is called antique!"
"Qing Qianlong imitated Ru glaze plate!"
Song Yun pointed to the plate soaked in water and explained.
"what?"
"antique?"
"Aren't antiques all those tattered things?"
"I think this plate is quite new, it can't be antique, right?"
Xie Ling didn't believe it.
"There is no rule that antiques are tattered. Many antiques are very beautiful. They look like new after hundreds of years."
Song Yun shook his head. Many people think that antiques must be old. In fact, this is not the case. Most activities, especially those precious antiques, will basically be properly preserved, just like new ones.
"I don't understand this, just tell me, how much is this plate worth?"
"Can you sell it for three to five hundred yuan?"
Xie Ling said as she picked up the dripping dish.
"A plate like this can only be sold for 100,000 yuan, and 200,000 is possible if you meet someone you like."
Song Yun is not the first time he entered the trade. Knowing that antiques have a characteristic, the same thing, as long as you meet someone you like, the price will be much higher than the market price. The Qing Qianlong imitation Ru glaze in front of him The disk is not a particularly formal thing, but if someone just wants to find it, 200,000 is not a problem.
"what!"
Xie Ling was startled and let go of her hand. The plate plopped and fell into the dish washing basin, and water splashed everywhere.
Xie Ling was in a rush, and finally picked up the plate. After looking at it carefully for a while, she found that it was not broken, and she was relieved.
"Song Yun, are you kidding with mom?"
"This kind of plate can only sell for 100,000 or 200,000?"
"Who is full and spends so much money on something like this?"
"Isn't it also easy to use for 5 yuan at the market?"
Xie Ling was shaking a little with the plate in her hand. This thing is worth so much money. Where can I get it?
"mom!"
"Didn't you just say it? It's an antique. It's not said on TV. People who buy this kind of thing use it for collection, not for eating and serving."
Song Yun was a little bit dumbfounded. Although Qianlong's imitation Ru glaze plate was not a particularly precious thing, most people were really reluctant to use it as a daily necessities.
Xie Ling handed the plate she was holding to Song Yun. Still don't take this kind of thing by herself. If she shakes her hand off the ground, she will be gone.
"Song Yun, you bought so many at once, there must be a dozen in this pile?"
"Does this mean that it can sell for more than 1 million?"
Xie Ling was shocked when she said that, her eyes widened, and she looked at Song Yun incredible.
"Yes!"
"There are 15 pieces in total, and they can sell for at least 1.5 million in total. If the business contains gold, it is not impossible to sell 3 million and 4 million."
Song Yun certainly had nothing to hide from his mother Xie Ling, so he said it directly.
Xie Ling was really shocked this time. Song Yun went out to see her younger siblings. When she came back, she carried a dozen plates and said they were antiques, and they said they were worth more than 1 million.
Xie Ling's head rumbling loudly, like making a bucket of paste, she really couldn't understand what happened.