Chapter 668: A minimum of 100 million

"Please also ask the shopkeeper to give the little woman a palm to see how much this thing is worth. Ruoli opened the yellow silk wrapped around the ancient book, revealing the true face inside.

Fu Qingdong immediately put on his gloves, then put on the reading glasses hanging on his chest, carefully picked up the ancient book on the table, saw the inside page from the cover, and then saw the cover from the inside page, and read it again and again, for a long time.

Ruoli and Jiang Xiaobai waited for him quietly and did not rush him. Jiang Xiaobai picked up the teacup and sipped the tea while paying attention to Fu Qingdong's expression.

This old shopkeeper is a big Buddha in the antique street of the provincial capital, if it is a fake, he will make a conclusion when he looks at it, and he will never look at it for so long.

"Could it be that the stupid girl really bought something good at the train station?" Jiang Xiaobai said secretly in his heart, he had already seen some clues from Fu Qingdong's expression.

After about half an hour, Fu Qingdong put down the ancient book, then took off his glasses and asked, "Girl, where did you get this book?"

Ruoli smiled and said: "Shopkeeper, don't ask about this, you just need to tell me how much this book is worth." ”

Fu Qingdong said: "This book is so shabby, it was originally not worth much, but the most expensive thing is the words on this book, you see, the red handwriting can be seen everywhere on the page here." ”

"Of course I saw it, my ancestors said that this is a book in the palace, I don't know if it's true or not. "If you deviate.

Fu Qingdong said: "Yes, this is the book in the palace, and it is the only book of the Song Dynasty! This red handwriting is different from the ordinary regular script, it is a thin gold body! The thin gold body moves the pen smartly and quickly, the handwriting is thin, and it is thin without losing its flesh, and its big characters can be seen especially in the graceful place. Because its strokes are relatively thin and hard, the brushwork is exposed, and traces of pen movements such as Teton can be clearly seen, which is a font with a rather unique style. And the only one who writes thin gold with a red pen is Song Weizong Zhao Ji!"

Ruoli smiled: "It seems that the words handed down by the ancestors are true." Shopkeeper, look at how much this book is worth. ”

Fu Qingdong frowned, was silent for a long time, but finally shook his head and said: "It's worth a lot of money, how much it can be worth, and the old man doesn't dare to say anything." ”

"If it were sold to your store, how much would you be willing to pay for it?" Ruoli asked again.

Ruoli's vision and insights made Fu Qingdong very admirable, so Fu Qingdong didn't dare to blind her like ordinary people, so he said: "Girl, I'm afraid the small store doesn't have so much cash to buy your book." However, if you wish, you can have the shop contact the buyer for you, or take it to the auction to auction. The small shop only takes a 20% commission. ”

Ruoli said: "Okay, then please trouble the shopkeeper to contact the buyer for me." But I want the buyer to be reliable and not to waste my time, which is precious. ”

"That's natural, girl, please rest assured, the customers introduced here are absolutely reliable. Fu Qingdong said: "I don't know if it's inconvenient for the girl to leave her things here, please rest assured that if there is any damage to your things here, the shop will definitely compensate the girl's losses." ”

"Okay, I'll leave it with you, but you'll have to give me an estimate first. Ruoli said: "I want to see if it fits my psychological price." ”

Fu Qingdong groaned slightly, stretched out a finger, and said, "At least this number!"

Ruoli smiled: "You always make it clearer." ”

Fu Qingdong said: "This book was originally the only book of the Song Dynasty, and its own value is extremely great, and there is a personal approval from Emperor Weizong of the Song Dynasty, and the value will be doubled several times." If it is sold by a small store, the price will be at least 100 million!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Ruoli didn't seem satisfied.

Fu Qingdong hurriedly said: "Girl, please rest assured, the small shop will never hack your money." The higher the selling price, the more commission the small store will have, so the small store will definitely do its best to sell at a high price, so as to maximize the interests of both of us. ”

"Then let's do it, good students take care of my book, if it breaks a little, don't blame me for being ruthless when the time comes, let's talk ugly ahead." "If you deviate.

Fu Qingdong said: "Of course, please rest assured, the small shop must be properly kept." Please also leave the contact information of the girl, if there is a buyer, we will contact you as soon as possible. ”

Ruoli looked at Jiang Xiaobai, and Jiang Xiaobai left his mobile phone number. Then Fu Qingdong went to open a certificate of preservation of the sale, and the two parties signed the document.

When they left Jiguxuan, Fu Qingdong and Fu Xuechao sent the two of them out one old and one young, one left and one right.

After walking out of the road, Jiang Xiaobai still felt that his brain was a little dizzy, a broken book could be worth 100 million.

"Silly girl, the principal amount of 2,000 yuan, you bought at least 100 million yuan of things, this profit is simply astronomical! ”

Jiang Xiaobai wanted to engage in industry by himself, and worked hard for a year to make so much money. If you sell it so casually, the profits will be so big that people are scared to death.

Ruoli smiled: "Stinky boy, you should understand by now why I didn't even pay the price when I was at the train station." ”

"I get it. Alas, I really didn't expect that a place like the train station could also find treasures. Jiang Xiaobai said: "It seems that I will have more time to wander around in the future." ”

The two were chatting, and they saw a person in front of them setting up a stall, and there were a lot of things, but no one cared.

"Let's go, go over and see. ”

With the lesson of the last time, Jiang Xiaobai would never say anything to Ruoli again, saying that these were all lies.

When I arrived at the front of the stall, I saw the stall owner holding a bowl of instant noodles in his hand, eating it deliciously.

"Just look at it, pick it. How much you buy, what a lot of discounts. ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at this stall owner and couldn't help laughing, how could this guy look like he was selling clothes in the night market, and did he sell antiques like this?

"Boss, how do you sell these beads?"

If you point to a bead that is placed in the corner, it is placed in a wooden box.

The boss immediately put down the rice bowl in his hand and said with a smile: "Little sister, you really have good eyesight! Let me tell you the truth, I put this bead in the corner, just looking for someone who is destined." You can see it at a glance, which means that you know the goods. To tell you the truth, this is the bead inlaid on the palm of Cixi Lafayette back then, and it only sold you for 50,000 yuan, which is not expensive. ”

"Five hundred. ”

If you leave the opening, you will cut off two zeros.

"Five hundred?" the boss immediately waved his hand, "Sister, you're joking with me, right?"

"Three hundred!" Ruoli immediately cut off another two hundred.

"Let's go, let's go, I'm not in your business anymore, what are you kidding, the things used on Lafayette's crutches, you want to buy them for three hundred yuan!"