The girl swallowed her saliva into her stomach and said, "Thank you just now." ”

"Thank me, thank me, thank me?" Zhao Yang was a little confused, but when he wanted to ask again, the girl had already run away.

What did he do to help this girl? Zhao Yang frowned, but he couldn't figure out where he had helped this girl.

"Inexplicable. Zhao Yang muttered a few words, then got up and left.

Na Song Lao is still a face-saving person, and he didn't send anyone to plot against Zhao Yang, but fortunately he didn't come to plot against Zhao Yang and didn't make a big deal out of it.

In the evening, Zhao Yang came to Uncle Gao's residence, knocked on the door and entered, only to see Uncle Gao sitting on the sofa, watching the broadcast of the ball game.

"Do you also see this?" Zhao Yang smiled and sat next to Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao didn't answer him, but asked him, "Do you think the hard bench you sat on today is comfortable, or is this sofa comfortable?"

"Of course it's the sofa that's comfortable. Zhao Yang said directly without thinking about it.

Uncle Gao nodded slightly: "Since you think the sofa is comfortable, listen to your uncle's advice, even if you enter the association, don't fight for the hard bench for power." ”

Zhao Yang smiled and nodded: "Uncle Gao, you think too highly of me, I don't have any pursuit of power, as long as my mother can be safe and secure in this life, and I can eat and drink without worrying in this life, it is enough." ”

Uncle Gao laughed: "Your requirements are not high?"

"Alright, don't talk about these things that are not available. Uncle Gao said slowly: "Have you thought about it, how to solve that matter?"

"I thought about it when I came. Zhao Yang said slowly: "The collapse of the ancient coin circle is inevitable, but we can make acquisitions and stabilize the price." ”

Uncle Gao nodded slightly: "You think the same as me, now you can only stabilize the price first, and then you can take the opportunity to sell other currencies to make money, and when the crash comes, you can make a total profit." ”

"But 6,000 kilograms, that's not the amount our family can buy. Zhao Yang looked at Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao nodded slightly, and then said: "I also understand, but I can't refuse to accept it, if you put all the dragon coins in the hands of others, the market will be completely controlled by them." ”

"If we are controlled by others, we will lose the opportunity, we will not dare to hoard coins, and we will not dare to make a move easily. ”

Zhao Yang nodded slowly, and then said, "So Uncle Gao, how much do you think this coin can be sold for?" ”

Uncle Gao frowned and said: "These 6,000 kilograms of dragon pattern coins, if they are sold at the current price of 30,000 pieces, will cost at least 180 million, but because there are too many things, it is good to be able to sell them all together for 100 million, although it can be speculated, but it is estimated that it is difficult to make money, and it is estimated that everyone will only hoard coins and will not sell easily." ”

Zhao Yang agreed.

It's like fighting a war, when there are no weapons, people want to get something, all by brute force, but when the country has weapons that can destroy the world, no one dares to do it easily.

Because if someone really wants to sell a large number of ancient coins, other families will also sell, because if they don't sell, it means that they will lose more.

The price of ancient coins will drop directly to the bottom, and no one will make any money at that time, so none of them will sell easily.

"Although there are a lot of quantities, everyone will buy them first, and the price will not be much cheaper. Zhao Yang looked at Uncle Gao and said, "Uncle Gao, I have a way to make sure you don't lose money." ”

Uncle Gao raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Tell me, what is the method?"

Zhao Yang shook his head and said with a smile: "Now is not the time to tell you, you just sit here and collect money, of course, I need you to lend me some money." ”

"How much do you want?" Uncle Gao looked at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang stretched out a finger and said slowly: "Ten million." ”

Uncle Gao glanced at Zhao Yang seriously, and then nodded: "I'll lend you the money, but you promise to make a steady profit?"

"Of course, after the deed is done, I will return it to you in multiplication. ”

Uncle Gao nodded heavily: "Okay! Then I'll lend it to you." ”

Zhao Yang smiled, as long as the money is in place, then everything is easy to say.

That night, Uncle Gao received the news that the ancient coins were on sale, but Zhao Yang asked him to stay in the room and go by himself.

The coins were loaded into six pick-up trucks and transported to the backstreets of the ghost market.

In the auction hall, many people have already gathered to buy the ancient coins first. And Zhao Yang is also one of them.

In the auction hall, an old man looked at the crowd in the audience and said slowly: "Tattooed dragon coins, sold at every ten catties, are priced at ten percent of the market price. ”

Zhao Yang secretly calculated in his heart, even if he calculated so, the ten-pound dragon pattern coin would have 300,000, but if this ancient coin was allowed to flow into the market, I am afraid it would have to fall from 30,000 yuan to dozens of yuan each.

The people here are very tacit, no one is fighting, Zhao Yang carefully observed the people around him, and found that there was no group of people in the morning.

Of course, he didn't think that he and Uncle Gao thought of the problem, they would ignore it, that is, only he came in person, and everyone else sent his own subordinates.

It's no wonder, after all, if you come forward, it's not good for people to know how much they have bought.

But this can prevent other people, but it can't prevent Zhao Yang, who has divine eyes, he just swept it with his eyes, and the ID cards of every family were remembered by him.

When the time comes, as long as you match the family name with the old guys one by one, you will be able to know which family is the person who came here to buy ancient coins.

After several rounds of sales, a familiar person appeared in front of Zhao Yang's eyes.

This person is Song Lao, he strode in front of everyone, sat down, and looked at the stage with Erlang's legs crossed.

He is not afraid that others will see how much he has bought, anyway, everyone wants to make money, and others know how many ancient coins he has in his hand, but they can make the other party jealous.

Song Lao also saw Zhao Yang, but he disdained it and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground.

"This auction, a total of 100 kilograms! 3 million starting auctions!" The host on the stage numbly held up the sign.

"Okay, that gentleman bids three million!" The auctioneer nodded, and then said, "Three million once, three million twice!"

No one is going to scramble for a hundred pounds of ancient coins, because there are still thousands of kilograms waiting for them.

Everyone has a very tacit understanding, no one fights or grabs, and the whole auction doesn't seem to be bidding.

"Next time, the sale starts at 300 kilograms!" The host said slowly: "Which gentleman is tempted by 300 kilograms?"

Zhao Yang slowly raised the sign in his hand.

"Okay! nine million, nine million at a time!" the host exclaimed.

Just when everyone thought that this was already a certainty, they never expected that a voice would sound at this time.

"I'll give 10 million!"

Zhao Yang turned his head in surprise, but found that it was the old man who was bidding.

Elder Song smiled contemptuously and turned his head directly.

Zhao Yang didn't laugh angrily, and didn't continue to bid, just like that, the three hundred kilograms of dragon coins fell into Song Lao's hands.

And in the next few times, no matter how Zhao Yang bids, Song Lao will add one million and grab it, but he won't look at other people's bids.

Just on the seventh time, Zhao Yang got up directly and walked quickly to Song Lao's side.

"What do you want to do?" Song Lao's two bodyguards directly stopped Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang looked at the old man with a disdainful look and said, "Don't worry, I'm not angry because you grabbed my bid, I'm just here to congratulate you." ”

"Congratulations to me?" Song Lao shook his head: "Now that five thousand kilograms have been auctioned, even if you want to buy it, the rest will not play a leading role." ”

The ancient coins were sold out, but Zhao Yang only bought a small number of them at the moment, about 3,000 pieces, a total of 300 catties of ancient coins.

This is like a company's shares, Zhao Yang got five percent, and the remaining ninety percent was divided by others, the largest one accounted for nearly twenty percent, and the other two masters also accounted for nearly eighteen percent of the ancient coins, and the rest were divided by other small families.

The five percent in Zhao Yang's hands has almost no right to speak, of course, this is under the condition that everyone does not sell ancient coins, if one person sells, then everyone has to lose.

"It's good if you're happy. Zhao Yang said slowly: "Just don't cry when the time comes." ”

"Lao Tzu is holding the big head in his hand, you make Lao Tzu cry?" Song Lao laughed, and then said, "I think you have a fever, right? ”

Zhao Yang ignored him and turned to leave.

After half a ring, the staff moved boxes of ancient coins onto Zhao Yang's car.

Zhao Yang was about to leave, but he didn't expect to meet a truck transporting Songlaogu coins.

Looking at the cart of ancient coins, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yang reached out and took out the phone and called Su Jingnan directly.

"I'd like to ask me how many antique auction houses there are around here. ”

Listening to Su Jingnan's puzzled voice on the other end of the phone, he smiled and said, "It's okay, you just follow me tomorrow." ”

In the afternoon of the next day, Chang'an Avenue.

Su Jingnan, who was wearing a white dress, appeared on the street, holding a mobile phone in her hand, and looked at Zhao Yang with some doubts.

Su Jingnan asked suspiciously, "Are you looking for an auction house?"

"Uh-huh, there's something to sell. Zhao Yang smiled and lifted the heavy box and shook it and said, "There are a few more in the car." ”

Su Jingnan said with some confusion: "Usually, if you sell antiques, don't you always ask me to sell them, why do you think that you came here today." ”

After all, Zhao Yang's identity is not very convenient, and she still wonders in her heart, why Zhao Yang didn't ask herself today, but let herself come with her.

Zhao Yang smiled slightly, and then said, "Today's things, I have to sell them myself." ”