After reading the poured out books for a while, Zhu Fatzi --- some old books worth hundreds of years, mainly albums from the seventies and eighties and the Cultural Revolution, such as the "Shanghai Chinese Painting Anthology" published by People's Fine Arts in 1979, worth about 800 yuan; In 1974, Shaanxi Publishing House published "Huxian Peasant Painting", worth about 500 yuan, and in the 80s, Bashu Publishing House published the thread-bound "Shen Yin Mo into Shu Ink", worth about 700 yuan...... After a rough calculation, there are almost seven or eight copies, all of which have been picked out, and they are still not worth a few dollars. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tang Ling also stepped forward to take a look, and then glared at the fat man fiercely, the meaning is very simple, it depends on how you end.

In fact, from the beginning, Tang Ling was not very happy with the fat man bidding for these old books, after all, the fat man's "counterpart major" is to collect jade antiques, not to play with old books.

But Zhu Fatzi wholeheartedly wanted to pick up the leaks and make a fortune, and in the antique stall of this Huguo Temple, he didn't pick up anything cheap from beginning to end, and he worked hard and made so much effort, he was really unwilling; I heard that there will be a lot of rare and ancient books in this auction, one is worth hundreds of thousands, or even millions...... Thinking of this, he was moved, thinking that the opportunity was rare, and the man's husband should gamble, so he persuaded Tang Ling to take 100,000 yuan as a deposit and participate in the auction--- of course, he just said to play a little and see it.

Tang Ling didn't expect him to be so bold and gamble 620,000 at once. Although this amount will not bankrupt his old Zhu family, it is not a small amount after all, and ordinary people can buy a good house in a small city. To put it bluntly, so much money is not blown by the wind, and you lose it all at once, can you not feel distressed?

Looking at Zhu Fatzi's dejected appearance, some bidders looked at his stall of old books at the price of cabbage, shook their heads, and withdrew. For them, this sack of old books is a trap, offering a price of 620,000 yuan, swallowing you directly, and only fools will continue to participate in the auction.

At this time, a bookseller who was originally watching the excitement spoke with a Shandong accent and said: "This friend, I bought the albums you picked out just now for 6,000 yuan...... How's that, sell it or not? ”

The albums are in good condition, attractive in every way, and can easily be sold when they change hands.

Zhu Fatzi raised his head when he heard this, he really didn't have the courage to fall down again, in case the last thing he poured out were these old books with the price of cabbage, he would really lose all his money.

"The albums I picked out, as well as a quarter of the old books in this sack, all 60,000 yuan belong to you."

Zhu Fatzi could afford to put it down, and after calming down for a while, he walked out of the shadow of failure, put together the picture albums that had been picked out, and the old books that had not been poured out in a quarter sack, and said to the bookseller who offered the price, anyway, it was already a loss, and it was a little bit to earn back.

Hearing this, the Shandong bookseller carefully inspected the old books that had been poured out, and then looked at the exquisite picture albums that had been picked out, and then returned the remaining quarter sack of old books, and said to Zhu Fatzi: "I only need these picture albums, 6,000 yuan." ”

The price of the Shandong bookseller is very fair, as far as these albums in front of them, even if they turn around and sell them, they will sell for 8,000 yuan at most, then they will have to meet good buyers, and people are now willing to buy them all with one shot, then they should give people a "wholesale price", which is also the rule of the old book. After all, if you make money, you want others to make money.

You must know that in the current used book auction, there are three kinds of people, one is like Zhu Fatzi, who likes money and has the courage to pick up leaks. One is that they like books and come to Taobao specially. There is also a kind of special to see people make trouble.

The Shandong bookseller in front of him is the second kind.

It may be that the price given by this bookseller is also considered meat, and after waiting for a while, Zhu Fatzi saw that no one was willing to offer the price anymore, so he nodded and said, "Just 6,000 yuan, you can take these albums." ”

After hearing this, the Shandong bookseller smiled slightly, took out a long wallet directly from his arms, counted 6,000 yuan and handed it to Zhu Fatzi. Zhu Fatzi's expression was very bad, and he didn't count the money after taking it, and handed it directly to Tang Ling beside him, and then looked at the old books that had not been poured out of the sack on the ground, his face was cloudy.

Just when Zhu Fatzi was standing there and undecided, Lin Yi stepped forward and asked, "Brother Zhu, do you still sell these old books left in your sack?" ”

Lin Yi's words caused a burst of boos from the crowd around him, and even Zhu Fatzi was a little stunned, you know, a bag of books has almost been poured out, the most valuable are those albums, and the rest seem to be worth hundreds of yuan It is very difficult, and there are still people willing to ask for it.

The reason why Zhu Fatzi looked at the remaining sack of old books just now was that he didn't know what to do with it, throw it away, it's a pity, and if he fell down, Zhu Fatzi couldn't pull down this face, and he had to toss the waste books that were clearly displayed.

"Sell, why don't you sell it, 50,000 yuan, take it if you want it." As soon as Zhu Fatzi finished speaking, the boos in the crowd became even louder, this is to regard Lin Yi as a Kaizi, but judging from Lin Yi's performance in buying the remaining garbage book, it is estimated that this person is not shrewd.

"Lin Yi, you are sick, there are so many broken books left, do you still buy them?" Lao Cao on the side was anxious, and hurriedly stopped him on the periphery.

Lin Yi smiled, then scratched his head and said to Zhu Fatzi: "Yes, it looks like I said the wrong thing, why should I buy it--- and 50,000 yuan is too much...... Brother Zhu, I think you should keep it for yourself. ”

After Lin Yi said these words, he separated the crowd behind him and made the appearance of leaving.

"Hey, Brother Lin, the price is negotiable, we are all old acquaintances--- how much do you want to buy?" Zhu Fatzi saw that Lin Yi was leaving, he was anxious, if Lin Yi didn't buy the leftover old books, he would have all the thoughts to throw away, and now that he could sell it for some money, how could he let go of this opportunity.

"5,000 yuan, if you sell it, I'll take it over, don't sell it and pull it down." Lin Yi said with a casual look.

"5,000? Brother, you have to think clearly, 5,000 is also money. Lao Cao still felt that Lin Yi was fooling around, but he knew Lin Yi very well, and when he saw that Lin Yi really wanted to buy it, he didn't say anything to dissuade him, but he was still muttering in his mouth.

Lin Yi nodded, and smiled at Lao Cao: "I know, but this was originally my fancy, but it made Brother Zhu unlucky, I don't want to go---" Turning his head, he looked at Zhu Fatzi again and said: "I can only give 5,000 at most, if you don't sell it, I have nothing to say." He shrugged politely.

"10,000, 10,000 yuan will be given to you, anyway, I spent 620,000 yuan, and it is not bad for those money--- what do you think?" Zhu Fatzi gritted his teeth and offered a price of 10,000 yuan.

Lin Yi looked at him, finally sighed, and said, "Okay, who let you know me." After speaking, he looked at Tang Ling beside the fat man, intentionally or unintentionally.

Tang Ling's cheeks flushed, as if she had thought of something.

Lin Yi took out 10,000 yuan from his handbag and handed it to Zhu Fatzi, ignoring the contemptuous eyes around him, he bent down and took the remaining sack of old books aside, seemingly not intending to pour out Liangbao on the spot.

"That kid is purely sick, and he spends 10,000 yuan to buy a pile of broken books, so it's better to donate it directly."

"Yes, today's young people, I don't know how thick the sky is, I think I can pick up the leak casually."

"That kid didn't dare to show his treasure, he was probably embarrassed, for fear that he would lose face later!"

"Then let's let him shine and wait to see the joke."

……

Lin Yi returned to his seat with the sack of old books, and these words came from his ears, and the other auctioneers were embarrassed to sit with Lin Yi, and even Lao Cao and others on the periphery were despised by others.

For these ridicules and sarcasm, Lin Yi took it all as a deaf ear, because only he knew what a treasure the quarter-sack of old books he was carrying in his hand was. (To be continued.) )