Chapter 323: Your Knowledge Earns Money

Zhang Yunyang swept with his delusional eyes and looked at the dozen bundles of old newspapers. But what made his eyes stare was that there was a bundle of old newspapers mixed with something like a calligraphy and painting.

This is a stacked piece of rice paper, Zhang Yunyang saw that some shrimp were playing in the water on the rice paper, and there were swimming fish and crab roe against the background.

"Hehe, it seems to be a masterpiece of carpenter Qi." Zhang Yunyang touched his nose and said secretly in his heart that he had seen the title of Qi Carpenter. "It's good that it's not framed, but I don't know how such a picture was mixed in these old newspapers."

"Brother Yang is gone, don't listen to him." The asphalt pulled Zhang Yunyang, "We don't have much time." ”

There is another reason, that is, for many people here, of course, they are not looking at old goods, but peeking at Li Qingyu.

This annoyed Li Qingyu, but was there any good way. You can't just because others look at you twice, you have to go crazy.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yunyang took Li Qingyu's little hand and was about to leave, but as if he remembered some good idea, "Then it's better to do this, let's buy two bundles of newspapers and go back to find them slowly." ”

Li Qingyu was a little surprised, knowing that Zhang Yunyang must have discovered something again, but Li Qingyu's forehead still had a cold and waveless look on her face, "Okay, but you hurry up." ”

"Boss, how much is this newspaper in a bundle? I'll get two bundles and go back and look for them slowly. Zhang Yunyang said to the owner of the thin stall.

"That's it." The thin boss's eyes rolled, "I have hundreds of newspapers in this bundle......"

"Don't talk nonsense, you bought something for a few cents a pound. I want a hundred more. Zhang Yunyang said disdainfully, "Do you still have to count them one by one, counting me one hundred." In that case, I might as well find it myself. Hurry up and say a price, I'll pay for it, and if it doesn't work, I'll leave. ”

The thin stall owner made a painful look on his face, "One thousand and one bundles, it's your friend." ”

"Hehe, are you qualified to be friends with me?" Zhang Yunyang sneered twice and said, "One hundred and one bundles, if you sell them, you can't sell them or pull them down." ”

Someone on the side laughed, "Yes, bamboo pole, you don't look at yourself, are you worthy of making friends with others." ”

"Shut up." The bamboo pole roared at the stall owner on the side, "It's impossible to sell a hundred, sell five to the students at least five yuan a piece, you give five hundred, a bundle is a hundred." ”

The bamboo pole still makes a lot of money, and he can sell a bundle of newspapers for ten or eight sheets, which is considered very good. The rest is going to be turned over, who wants it.

"Two hundred, if you sell it, you will sell it or not, and I will leave." Zhang Yunyang said and took out four large tickets, dangling them in his hand.

"You rich people are really slamming the door." The bamboo pole gritted his teeth and said, "I took such a big bargain from me last time, and now you are still bargaining with me like this." Forget it, I'll sell it to you. As he spoke, he snatched the ticket in Zhang Yunyang's hand.

Zhang Yunyang stretched out his hand and took two bundles of newspapers, "That's it, we have two bundles of money." "At this time, there were already a lot of people around, and they were all watching the excitement.

As soon as the bamboo pole heard Zhang Yunyang's words, he had a bad feeling in his heart. Could it be that this kid has found something good? But how is this possible, these newspapers are covered with dust, and I don't know when they are tied up and placed in the storeroom. Some of them are still tied with thin hemp rope, and as you can imagine, this thing is old.

Zhang Yunyang smiled and tore open a bundle of newspapers, and took out a stack of rice paper slightly smaller than the newspaper from it. "I really didn't expect to meet something good today."

The bamboo pole was dizzy, and I knew that it must be a good thing to use this rice paper. I just don't know how much it can be worth, but now the money from selling newspapers is still in my own hands, and I secretly made a fortune just now.

"This gentleman, can you open it and take a look?" An old voice sounded, and Zhang Yunyang laughed when he saw it, this old man was the one who bought the big jar last time.

"Look at it." Zhang Yunyang threw away the rice paper in his hand, because the painting was sandwiched in a stack of newspapers, so it was well preserved.

The old man put the rice paper on his arm, took out his white gloves and put them on his hands, and then escaped his own way and spread them on the cement platform of the bamboo pole. Only then did he carefully open the rice paper and put it on top of his coat.

"Carpenter's painting." The old man recognized it at a glance, "It's very good, it's a masterpiece that he painted in his later years." You name a price, I want this painting. ”

Zhang Yunyang smiled, "I really don't understand this, you can look at it." ”

The old man laughed, "The auction price of such a painting is about seven million, but after deducting the commission and other things, it will only be more than five million in your hands." Now I'm out five million, what do you think? ”

"Okay, this painting is yours, put it away." Zhang Yunyang said with a smile. When the old man heard this, he carefully folded the painting, and the two big men who followed him hurriedly picked up their coats and draped them over the old man.

The old man was busy calling Zhang Yunyang for money, and the bamboo pole was about to faint. was held up by the stall owner on the side and did not fall down. "This painting is mine." The bamboo pole wanted to shout, but he didn't have the strength anymore.

"Alas, bamboo pole, don't be sad." The stall owner on the side was also sorry for him, "I took the treasure from your hands twice, which means that you don't have this life." Isn't there another saying, it's called wealth goes to people's happiness. Let's open it. ”

The bamboo pole felt that he had the urge to vomit blood, and after brewing for a long time, he only spit out a mouthful of sour water. "Made, I'm losing a lot."

"You didn't lose anything, looking at the newspapers sold for more than a dozen yuan, not to mention the dozens of yuan you used to sell, now with these four hundred yuan, and these newspapers can at least sell for one or two hundred, think about it? You're making a lot of money. The stall owner on the side persuaded.

"Your uncle's." The bamboo pole sent this guy four words in his heart, knowing that he had some schadenfreude. Who called himself a bully in the past?

But when he heard the rest of the newspaper, he didn't bother to go to see the old man to give Zhang Yunyang money. A hungry dog grabbed food, pounced on the dozen bundles of newspapers, opened the bundles, and carefully picked them up one by one, and suddenly made dust everywhere.

"This bamboo pole is going crazy." The two stall owners on the side muttered, looking at the crazy expression of the bamboo pole, they stepped back a little farther.

After Zhang Yunyang received the money, he took Li Qingyu's little hand and left. The bamboo pole was still carefully rummaging through the newspapers, and the people around them shook their heads. This bamboo pole is really sad enough, and after two treasures in a row, this is 10 million gone.

Zhang Yunyang and Li Qingyu came back and got into the car, Zhang Yunyang started the car with a smile, Li Qingyu's cold voice carried a hint of pride, "How about Brother Yang, I still let you go around, otherwise this painting doesn't know which person is going to be in the hands of that person." ”

"Well, the luck of this bamboo pole is really good enough." Zhang Yunyang started; "Let's hurry up, I hope there will be no traffic jams when we enter Hengjiang." ”

When Zhang Yunyang and Li Qingyu came to the Heaven and Earth Hotel, County Magistrate Jiang was already waiting here.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little late." Zhang Yunyang had already made a private room and said to the county magistrate Jiang, "You see that my master is the host, and I want the guests to come first." ”

County Magistrate Jiang laughed, "It's okay, Mr. Zhang missed it again today." You don't have the eyesight to say it. ”

"Eh, how did you know County Magistrate Jiang?" Zhang Yunyang asked with some surprise.

"Haha, Director Zhang was on the scene twice, he called me just now, and I was very envious of your luck." County Magistrate Jiang laughed, "I have to drink two cups today, which can be regarded as joy." ”

Zhang Yunyang nodded, and after a while, Octopus and Luo Mingyue also arrived. Zhang Yunyang asked Lin Haohan to serve the food.

After the octopus and Luo Mingyue listened to Zhang Yunyang's display, the octopus's eyes were red, "Tsk, I'll go there when I go back, maybe I can have such good luck." ”

"You'd better forget it." Luo Mingyue said disdainfully, "Even if the good things are placed in front of you, you don't recognize them, and you have to pick up the leaks and ask for cheapness, don't pay for the old money." ”

The octopus was ridiculed by Luo Mingyue, the last time Zhang Yunyang got a big jar, after he found out, the octopus went to the antique market and tried his luck, but the result was a loss of more than 500,000 yuan. Luo Mingyue didn't say it here, she was already taking care of his octopus's face.

Today's thing is actually about the pharmaceutical factory project, and the blueprint has come out. The Heavenly Dongshan Construction Company got the blueprint from Octopus. Now he is calculating and preparing the quotation, but the boss who told him is not at ease, and begged the county magistrate Jiang to find Zhang Yunyang to come out and ask for it.

"Wait for your quotation to come out, and try to have your home when the time comes." Before eating, County Magistrate Jiang said something. Zhang Yunyang had no choice but to say this to the boss of the construction company.

After eating, they all went back to Dongshan, only Zhang Yunyang and Li Qingyu were still here. After not coming out for so many days, Li Qingyu wanted to go to East Lake for a while.

Although it is winter now, the afternoon sun is still warm on my body. Walking on the edge of East Lake has the feeling of spring.

Zhang Yunyang and Li Qingyu held hands and walked along the edge of East Lake. After walking a few miles. Zhang Yunyang saw an acquaintance, and this person Li Qingyu also had an impression. It was the old man who sold them Jiuyang flowers, and now he was also walking around the East Lake with a woman of thirty-three or four.

It seems that he used a pot of flowers of dozens of yuan to slaughter Zhang Yunyang for 5 million. made him very proud, and now he is walking around with a woman who doesn't know if it's a lover or a wife.

"Oh, it's you." The fat old man also saw Zhang Yunyang and Li Qingyu, and came over to Zhang Yunyang with a smile and said, "How about that pot of flowers, you have to take care of it." ”

"What to raise." Zhang Yunyang smiled faintly, "Is that a blind medicinal herb know?" By the way, and you don't understand. In fact, at that time, you asked for 500 million, and I had to give it to you. Zhang Yunyang deliberately wanted to be angry with this fat old man.

"Impossible." The fat old man said in surprise, "You are deliberately angry with me, I just want 500 million, and you have to take it out." Even if you can take it out, it's impossible for you to know medicinal herbs at your age, it's not ordinary licorice or something! ”

"Hehe, I am Zhang Yunyang, the boss of Yunyang Motor, and Yunyang Pharmaceutical is also mine." Zhang Yunyang chuckled, "Do you think I can come up with this money, do you think I can know medicinal herbs?" ”

The fat old man's face changed, but his mentality seemed to be very good, "Hehe, don't say that you don't give 500 million, anyway, I'm making a lot of money." It's just a few dozen dollars to buy it, but you bought it for five million, how should I be happy, right? As for how much you can earn, that's your means, not the money you earn from the pot of flowers, but the money you earn with your knowledge. ”