In order not to arouse the suspicion of others, Chen Ziang only took out a domed crescent amphora from the third space, which is a cup for drinking, if there are too many antiques from the Three Kingdoms period on the market at once, it will definitely arouse the suspicion of others, if one or two pieces are good to say, there are dozens of pieces in the third space! If you make a rash move, you have to be regarded as a tomb robber.

Not far from Wenda, where Chen Ziang studied, there is an antique street specializing in buying and selling collectibles, which sells things as small as silver needles with thin hair, as large as a wardrobe hugged by several people, as long as you think of antiques are bought and sold here, of course, most of them are artificially worn, which is the so-called fake.

It's not that there is no genuine product, Chen Ziang heard that a buddy next door went shopping and went to the public toilet inside to pee and spent thirty to buy a plate, and later found out that it was in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and it was sold for tens of thousands of dollars, and it is said that when he learned that the plate was an antique, his expression was confused.

There are two kinds of people who sell antiques in the antique street, one is like the old man Chen Ziang met last time, a piece of red cloth with something on it is said to be an antique, but relatively speaking, the price will be much lower, and the other is the merchants on both sides of the street, although they also sell antiques but mainly from others, after receiving antiques, they will sell them through their own channels, there is a saying in the antique industry called not open for three years, open for three years, it is said that they are.

After Chen Ziang came to the antique street, he randomly found a shop with good decoration and went in, anyway, he didn't know much about it.

"Hello, do you want to?" The fat boss saw the black woven bag in Chen Ziang's hand at a glance, obviously to be shipped, but according to the rules of the industry, if the customer does not propose to sell, they can't take the initiative to ask.

"I want to sell this copper cup, this is what my ancestors have handed down..."Chen Ziang made up an excuse casually, then opened the woven bag and took out the copper wine cup and put it on the table.

The fat man took the wine glass and observed it in his hand for a long time, but he really couldn't tell what era this cup was, because the current counterfeiting process has reached the highest peak in history, and he has been deceived many times around his boss, so the more he encounters something that looks like the real thing, he will keep an eye on it and be more cautious.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Wen" The fat boss put down the copper cup and walked into a room, and after a while, an old man came out of him, he was dressed in a blue Tang suit, he walked upright, and looked very energetic.

"Uncle Wen, I'm a little unsure about this thing, can you help me take a look?" The fat man smiled smirked, the old man nodded, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and after a careful observation, he flicked the cup with his hand and listened to the sound.

"It's a genuine product, the time is almost the Eastern and Western Han Dynasty, that is, the Three Kingdoms period, and the quality is also excellent" After the old man finished speaking, it was Chen Ziang's turn to be surprised, this old man actually looked at it for a while and said that the dynasty of this thing is right, a master.

The fat man believed in this old man very much, since he said that this is the Three Kingdoms period, it must be the Three Kingdoms period, even if it is not, it will not be too bad, "200,000!" This price is okay, right" The fat man estimated that the specific value of this thing should be about 500,000, and it is not impossible to meet someone who likes this thing very much, and it is not impossible to have more than 100,000.

"Two hundred thousand!" Chen Ziang frowned slightly, although this bronze ware is not as collectible as some vases, ornaments and the like, but it is also a thing from the Three Kingdoms period, and it should be more than that.

"Then how much do you say" The fat boss also left him a bargain space in his heart, but the price was at most 250,000 yuan.

"Ah Yong, give me this thing, I'll come back to help you identify it a few times next time I have time," the old man interrupted.

"If Uncle Wen likes it, then give it to Uncle Wen," the fat man said with a smile, and after getting Uncle Wen's promise, then you can find him when you encounter something difficult to identify in the future, not only did he feel that he was at a loss, but he felt that he could make Uncle Wen owe him a favor.

"I'll quote a price of 500,000 yuan, and your amphora cup is about 500,000 yuan according to the market now," the old man said.

"Yes" Although I'm not sure if the price of this cup is really only worth 500,000, but seeing that this old man directly said that this thing is from the Three Kingdoms, and did not deliberately say that it is a fake and then buy it at a low price, this kind of dirty thing shows that he is still relatively upright.

Anyway, there are still a bunch of antiques in the third space, and these 500,000 yuan are equivalent to picking them up for nothing for Chen Ziang.

Then the two came to the bank outside, and the old man transferred 500,000 yuan from the bank card to Chen Ziang's account with a balance of only a few hundred fast balances, and the moment he saw the money in the account, he was very excited, 500,000, that's 500,000!

"Thank you," Chen Ziang thanked.

Wen Lao shook his head, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you for fulfilling me, I have loved things from the Three Kingdoms period for a long time, but unfortunately I have never met my favorite collection"

"My name is Wen Yueshan, this is my phone number, if you want to do anything good in the future, you can contact me" He took out the small notebook he carried with him and wrote his number, tore it off and gave it to Chen Ziang.

"Good Wen Lao" Chen Ziang respectfully took the note and put it in his pocket.

Wen Yueshan secretly praised in his heart, this young man had good etiquette, patted Chen Ziang's shoulder with satisfaction, and then left.

After thinking about it, Chen Ziang decided to send some money to his parents in his hometown, and now he is a person with a net worth of 500,000, but if he plays too much, he will definitely ask himself where the money came from, so he will pay 10,000 yuan.

Just when he pressed the keyboard, Chen Ziang's mobile phone suddenly rang, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was his father calling, "Hey, Dad"

"Son, is school going to start tomorrow?" A thick voice rang out.

"Hmm"

"I'll call your tuition and living expenses in a while, Dad knows that it's not easy to work in the city, so you can keep the money for yourself, eat whatever you want, buy whatever clothes you like, do you hear?"

Chen Ziang felt that his nose was sour, his parents had contracted a piece of land in their hometown to grow fruits, and this year's purchase price of bayberry was much lower than in previous years, and they must have borrowed a little money in order to make up for their tuition and living expenses, but they never mentioned the difficulties of the family.

"Dad, I have money, and I was planning to send you money just now," Chen Ziang snorted and said.

"You can make a few months of money from your part-time job, and Dad will go to the bank to give you money"

"No, I was selling mobile phones in a shopping mall and recognized a murderer wanted on TV, and the police rewarded me with 20,000 yuan," Chen Ziang said with a reason.

"Child, we won't do such dangerous things in the future, and if we recognize it, we shouldn't see it!" Chen Dafu was stunned for a moment and then said earnestly.

"Got it" chatted with his father for a while and then hung up the phone, and Chen Ziang called 10,000 yuan on his father's card.

Thinking that he could also contribute to the family, Chen Ziang was faintly proud, but as soon as he returned to the rental house, he received a bank text message on his mobile phone, and the 10,000 yuan was transferred back by his father.

"Dad..." Chen Ziang thought of his father's vicissitudes of life, and tears jumped out of his eyes at some point.