"You don't have a lot of things that you can barter. "Wang Yongfeng still thinks about his good friends.

In these years, people can't eat enough, and no one can look at antiques.

However, Wang Yongfeng also suddenly thought of a question, and hurriedly asked Song Xiaoyue: "Do you only accept cigarettes and alcohol, or do you accept everything?"

"Of course, you can't take everything, you have to look at the goods. Song Xiaoyue blinked and said with a smile.

...........

"I understand, I understand!" Wang Yongfeng understood and glanced at Ren Nanyang.

This is Ren Nanyang's earthen house, although the sparrow is small but complete, there is a dry well in the yard, only one of the three rooms is lived, and the other two are used to put sundries.

Ren Nanyang took Song Xiaoyue to the house and took out a bronze mirror, which looked like a Datong coin on the surface, and the words "Toad Palace Huancai" were written on the back of the back. Song Xiaoyue has no research on antiques, but she doesn't feel that it is an extraordinary thing, and the bronze one emits this pale yellow light.

"This is something from the Ming Dynasty, that is, a shining mirror, which was a symbol of good luck in ancient times. Ren Nanyang said, and introduced the origin of this bronze mirror, which he took off from the door of someone else's house, and the family was going to relocate and planned to demolish the old house.

He happened to pass by and took it cheaply, but he hasn't sold it until now, the economy of this place is not developed, and the standard of living has not been high in recent years, so no one wants it.

Ren Nanyang knew that this was a good thing, but he was afraid that Song Xiaoyue would not want it if he didn't know the goods, so he didn't have a problem.

Then I went to see Wang Yongfeng's goods

In the main house, there were two Hongqi bicycles, a seventy or eighty percent new bee brand sewing machine, a pile of cigarettes and alcohol, and wool materials.

Because most of the people wear blue cotton fabric, they are in awe when they see people wearing wool on the road. In addition to fabrics, there are also silk scarves, tablecloths, tarpaulins, bed sheets, and sweets.

Wang Yongfeng and Zhi Nanyang looked at Song Xiaoyue with blank eyes, and when they heard that she was going to start with most of them, the two trembled with excitement.

Ren Nanyang's bronze mirror Song Xiaoyue also started it, but this thing has to wait for thirty or fifty years before it can show its value, and it is not a problem to casually tens of millions at that time, but it is really useless in the current situation.

Song Xiaoyue didn't bargain much, except that she knew that Wang Yongfeng was really obsessed with money and didn't want to spend time and people worrying about a dime and a half, but more importantly, she didn't have any costs in this business, and her profit was as high as 100%.

Wang Yongfeng took Song Xiaoyue to look at another room, and the things in it were much worse, all of them were old things like pots and pans.

Song Xiaoyue joked, "Your side business is to run a rag." ”

Ren Nanyang said: "Don't look at these things old, but many of them are good things." ”

Song Xiaoyue pointed to a wooden box, "Made of rosewood, it is indeed a good thing." ”

Ren Nanyang's eyes lit up, he loves cultural relics, and it is too difficult to find a like-minded person!

Wang Yongfeng gave Ren Nanyang a 'this girl is really not small', since Song Xiaoyue is an expert, they don't have an axe.

Song Xiaoyue set her eyes on that set of rosewood furniture, especially a yellow pear black lacquer carved wreath chair, she had one at home in her previous life, and bought it for millions.

Because Ren Nanyang understands antiques, Song Xiaoyue didn't plan to fool around, and directly asked the price of this set of huanghuali wood.

Wang Yongfeng's family is an ordinary worker, the naked eye can not see the quality of antiques, this set of tables and chairs he took back at a tattered price, originally planned to chop it as firewood, but was stopped by Ren Nanyang and kept it here.

This price is not easy to set, Wang Yongfeng is from an ordinary worker's family, where do you know what mahogany and black wood are, he really received it according to the tatters......

Wang Yongfeng looked at Ren Nanyang and hoped that he would give a suggestion.

Ren Nanyang is also unsure, no matter how valuable things are, they must be combined with the current era, in this era, food is more expensive than antiques, and no one necessarily wants to sell ten or eight yuan.

People who know the goods don't dare to buy it in a high-profile way, and even if they want to buy it, they don't necessarily have money.

"You... Let's look at it...."Ren Nanyang said.

Wang Yongfeng......

Song Xiaoyue knocked on the table with her fingers: "A complete set, five yuan." The money Jiang Sheng gave when he left came in handy.

Ten yuan in the sixties is equivalent to nearly 1,000 yuan when the economy was developed later, and you can buy dozens of catties of rice, Song Xiaoyue remembers clearly, she once had contact with a college student in 80 years, and ten yuan is enough for half a month's living expenses for a college student, not to mention that it has been refunded for 20 years, which is even more valuable!

"Cheng!" Ren Nanyang said immediately.

Wang Yongfeng glanced at his friend, his personality is more chicken thief, and people must lower the price as much as they want, but seeing that Ren Nanyang was so excited that he agreed, thinking that it would be good to sell a bunch of rags for five yuan.

Since he had started, Wang Yongfeng pointed to a pile of goods in the corner of the wall excitedly, "Why don't I shop for it again, do you want a sofa?" Imported from the Soviet Union and used by foreigners, you see how new this is." ”

Song Xiaoyue really doesn't like this, she has enjoyed the expensive leather sofa in her previous life, and there is no need to buy things that others have used.

She turned around, but she fell in love with the kitchen knife and the iron pot again.

She doesn't need a pot, but there are always people who need it, and after the era of 'smashing pots and selling iron', in the hearts of the people, this is all a good thing.

There are also a few rooster bowls in good condition in the corner, some old books, these books are piled up in the corner and dust, Song Xiaoyue picked it up left and right, and turned to the 'good goods' that basically have signatures

She spent money to buy books, but Ren Nanyang couldn't understand this face, and Wang Yongfeng even bluntly said that she could take whatever book she wanted and give it away for free.

Song Xiaoyue will not be half embarrassed, these books she got are all autographed by big writers, if they are fake, forget it, if they are true, they will be worth unlimited in the future.

Song Xiaoyue picked for two or three hours, and after making sure that there was nothing she wanted, she pretended to be tired, and said to Wang Yongfeng: "I want these for the time being." ”

In the end, these things, including sewing machines, bicycles, etc., as well as antiques, added up to two hundred catties of cotton, and neither side calculated them particularly carefully.

Song Xiaoyue knew the value of these things, and there was no cost, so she was very generous.

And Wang Yongfeng and Ren Nanyang want the most useful cotton at the moment, some of these old things have been put for two or three years and no one cares, since some people want to do it, both sides take what they need.

Wang Yongfeng happily closed his mouth and cleared the inventory at once, can he not be happy! Moreover, the price is so high, he has made a lot of money!

The little girl is still too tender, if he is her parent, he will have to talk about it well when he goes back......

Song Xiaoyue looked at him and smiled, and laughed herself, it won't take too long, in another fifteen years, Wang Yongfeng will definitely be on fire when he thinks of today's transaction.

Ren Nanyang knows that he has sold good things and lost a lot of money, but those who know the times are Junjie, and there is no way in this era, he doesn't know what the world will be like in a few decades, or get through it now.

However, he still has some good goods in his hands, but they are all his Abba's sweethearts, and he is not willing to exchange them for food in the most difficult times.

But before he died, he told him that if he couldn't go on, he should sell it!

Ren Nanyang thinks about the days he has spent in the past few months, not to mention selling grain, he hasn't eaten enough for several months. I don't know how long this will be in the future, but it's time to buy it, right?

Moreover, this little girl is a knowledgeable person, and the price given is fair, so it is not easy to find such a good buyer. The illuminator just now was a good deal, in exchange for so much cotton.

Wang Yongfeng exchanged 200 catties of cotton for a room of things, and he exchanged a mirror for 40 catties.

Ren Nanyang gritted his teeth and said, "I still have something, you can take a look"

Song Xiaoyue's heart jumped, and she came.

She came here for Ren Nanyang's last baby1

Ren Nanyang returned to the house, and after a while, he took out a long wooden box and opened the layers of packages, and there was a pair of words inside.

Song Xiaoyue looked at it quietly, it was this painting, every time she met Wang Yongfeng in her previous life, the two of them would talk about this painting.

At that time, Wang Yongfeng thumped his feet and shouted: "It must be Wang Xizhi's real handiwork! I knew that the painting was so big that I couldn't burn it." ”

In his previous life, this painting was burned by Ren Nanyang before it was released.

"Oh, Wang Xizhi," Song Xiaoyue didn't show any surprise.

Ren Nanyang became more and more curious, there are no cultured people in this dilapidated place, where is this little girl, you can recognize it at a glance is Wang Xizhi's character, he may not have this attainment when he is the same age.

He is a person who has been a young master, and he can find the feeling of 'same kind' in Song Xiaoyue, even if a person has been rich, her behavior is different.

"Tell me the price. Song Xiaoyue said. True or not, she's going to decide.

Although he understands antiques, he doesn't know how to buy and sell, and he doesn't know the current market situation.

“...... You name a price. Ren Nanyang said weakly, if it is not suitable, he can not sell it.

"Book Sage" Wang Xizhi, his words are soft but strong, rough rather than delicate. It can be said that if Wang Xizhi said that he was the second in the Chinese calligraphy world, no one would dare to say that he was the first, and there were very few works that have been handed down, even if there are only a few words, they are priceless treasures."

Song Xiaoyue still remembers that there was a copy of Wang Xizhi's "Peace Post" that sold for 300 million, not to mention injections, and tens of millions of bronze mirrors in the Ming Dynasty before, as well as Huanghuali furniture, this is a treasure!

Ren Nanyang nodded like garlic.

"No, how could you .....," Ren Nanyang asked in surprise.

This time, Wang Yongfeng didn't remind him, and directly covered Ren Nanyang's mouth without opening any pot.

"You just say how much you want, don't ask for the rest. Wang Yongfeng said.

"I know, I know....." Ren Nanyang calculated his belongings, "Thirty catties"

He was injured with a bunch of antiques, but no spare money.

"You don't have a lot of things that you can barter. "Wang Yongfeng still thinks about his good friends.

In these years, people can't eat enough, and no one can look at antiques.

However, Wang Yongfeng also suddenly thought of a question, and hurriedly asked Song Xiaoyue: "Do you only accept cigarettes and alcohol, or do you accept everything?"

"Of course, you can't take everything, you have to look at the goods. Song Xiaoyue blinked and said with a smile.

"I understand, I understand!" Wang Yongfeng understood and glanced at Ren Nanyang.

This is Ren Nanyang's earthen house, although the sparrow is small but complete, there is a dry well in the yard, only one of the three rooms is lived, and the other two are used to put sundries.

Ren Nanyang took Song Xiaoyue to the house and took out a bronze mirror, which looked like a Datong coin on the surface, and the words "Toad Palace Huancai" were written on the back of the back. Song Xiaoyue has no research on antiques, but she doesn't feel that it is an extraordinary thing, and the bronze one emits this pale yellow light.

"This is something from the Ming Dynasty, that is, a shining mirror, which was a symbol of good luck in ancient times. Ren Nanyang said, and introduced the origin of this bronze mirror, which he took off from the door of someone else's house, and the family was going to relocate and planned to demolish the old house.

He happened to pass by and took it cheaply, but he hasn't sold it until now, the economy of this place is not developed, and the standard of living has not been high in recent years, so no one wants it.

Ren Nanyang knew that this was a good thing, but he was afraid that Song Xiaoyue would not want it if he didn't know the goods, so he didn't have a problem.

Then I went to see Wang Yongfeng's goods

In the main house, there were two Hongqi bicycles, a seventy or eighty percent new bee brand sewing machine, a pile of cigarettes and alcohol, and wool materials.

Because most of the people wear blue cotton fabric, they are in awe when they see people wearing wool on the road. In addition to fabrics, there are also silk scarves, tablecloths, tarpaulins, bed sheets, and sweets.

Wang Yongfeng and Zhi Nanyang looked at Song Xiaoyue with blank eyes, and when they heard that she was going to start with most of them, the two trembled with excitement.

Ren Nanyang's bronze mirror Song Xiaoyue also started it, but this thing has to wait for thirty or fifty years before it can show its value, and it is not a problem to casually tens of millions at that time, but it is really useless in the current situation.

Song Xiaoyue didn't bargain much, except that she knew that Wang Yongfeng was really obsessed with money and didn't want to spend time and people worrying about a dime and a half, but more importantly, she didn't have any costs in this business, and her profit was as high as 100%.

Wang Yongfeng took Song Xiaoyue to look at another room, and the things in it were much worse, all of them were old things like pots and pans.

Song Xiaoyue joked, "Your side business is to run a rag." ”

Ren Nanyang said: "Don't look at these things old, but many of them are good things." ”

Song Xiaoyue pointed to a wooden box, "Made of rosewood, it is indeed a good thing." ”

Ren Nanyang's eyes lit up, he loves cultural relics, and it is too difficult to find a like-minded person!

Wang Yongfeng gave Ren Nanyang a 'this girl is really not small', since Song Xiaoyue is an expert, they don't have an axe.

Song Xiaoyue set her eyes on that set of rosewood furniture, especially a yellow pear black lacquer carved wreath chair, she had one at home in her previous life, and bought it for millions.

Because Ren Nanyang understands antiques, Song Xiaoyue didn't plan to fool around, and directly asked the price of this set of huanghuali wood.

Wang Yongfeng's family is an ordinary worker, the naked eye can not see the quality of antiques, this set of tables and chairs he took back at a tattered price, originally planned to chop it as firewood, but was stopped by Ren Nanyang and kept it here.

This price is not easy to set, Wang Yongfeng is from an ordinary worker's family, where do you know what mahogany and black wood are, he really received it according to the tatters......

Wang Yongfeng looked at Ren Nanyang and hoped that he would give a suggestion.

Ren Nanyang is also unsure, no matter how valuable things are, they must be combined with the current era, in this era, food is more expensive than antiques, and no one necessarily wants to sell ten or eight yuan.

People who know the goods don't dare to buy it in a high-profile way, and even if they want to buy it, they don't necessarily have money.

"You... Let's look at it...."Ren Nanyang said.

Wang Yongfeng......

Song Xiaoyue knocked on the table with her fingers: "A complete set, five yuan." The money Jiang Sheng gave when he left came in handy.

Ten yuan in the sixties is equivalent to nearly 1,000 yuan when the economy was developed later, and you can buy dozens of catties of rice, Song Xiaoyue remembers clearly, she once had contact with a college student in 80 years, and ten yuan is enough for half a month's living expenses for a college student, not to mention that it has been refunded for 20 years, which is even more valuable!

"Cheng!" Ren Nanyang said immediately.

Wang Yongfeng glanced at his friend, his personality is more chicken thief, and people must lower the price as much as they want, but seeing that Ren Nanyang was so excited that he agreed, thinking that it would be good to sell a bunch of rags for five yuan.

Since he had started, Wang Yongfeng pointed to a pile of goods in the corner of the wall excitedly, "Why don't I shop for it again, do you want a sofa?" Imported from the Soviet Union and used by foreigners, you see how new this is." ”

Song Xiaoyue really doesn't like this, she has enjoyed the expensive leather sofa in her previous life, and there is no need to buy things that others have used.

She turned around, but she fell in love with the kitchen knife and the iron pot again.

She doesn't need a pot, but there are always people who need it, and after the era of 'smashing pots and selling iron', in the hearts of the people, this is all a good thing.

There are also a few rooster bowls in good condition in the corner, some old books, these books are piled up in the corner and dust, Song Xiaoyue picked it up left and right, and turned to the 'good goods' that basically have signatures

She spent money to buy books, but Ren Nanyang couldn't understand this face, and Wang Yongfeng even bluntly said that she could take whatever book she wanted and give it away for free.

Song Xiaoyue will not be half embarrassed, these books she got are all autographed by big writers, if they are fake, forget it, if they are true, they will be worth unlimited in the future.

Song Xiaoyue picked for two or three hours, and after making sure that there was nothing she wanted, she pretended to be tired, and said to Wang Yongfeng: "I want these for the time being." ”

In the end, these things, including sewing machines, bicycles, etc., as well as antiques, added up to two hundred catties of cotton, and neither side calculated them particularly carefully.

Song Xiaoyue knew the value of these things, and there was no cost, so she was very generous.

And Wang Yongfeng and Ren Nanyang want the most useful cotton at the moment, some of these old things have been put for two or three years and no one cares, since some people want to do it, both sides take what they need.

Wang Yongfeng happily closed his mouth and cleared the inventory at once, can he not be happy! Moreover, the price is so high, he has made a lot of money!

The little girl is still too tender, if he is her parent, he will have to talk about it well when he goes back......

Song Xiaoyue looked at him and smiled, and laughed herself, it won't take too long, in another fifteen years, Wang Yongfeng will definitely be on fire when he thinks of today's transaction.