Rebirth to 80s: I Raised the World’s Richest Man

"You said, aren't you all in the jade business now, what kind of ghost market auction are you attending?" Wen Yan was very puzzled.

Chu Yang sighed, his tone resentful, "Did you forget that there is an auction house in our house, the last auction of the year is about to start, you won't give me the chicken pot, I can only work harder , I went to find some treasures myself."

Jiang Mu listened to the bickering between the two and quietly moved away from the two. He didn't know what was going on. It was obvious that Wen Yan was a noble young master on weekdays, and Chu Yang was also a gentle scholar. The other party, incarnated as a three-year-old child, makes people laugh and cry.

The ghost market is not big, there is only one road, and it is not very long. At the end of this road is a hall, which is a small private auction site.

The three of Jiang Mu and his party were really too young, and they stood out among many people in their 40s and 50s, even in their 50s and 60s.

No way, most of the collectors now have a successful career, or they are people who are engaged in this field of work, and the youngest Nike is in his thirties.

But Jiang Mu and the three of them, their faces were really tender, and the eyes of the vendors around them shone.

At this point, it seems that the children of rich families are curious about the ghost market and come to play.

This kind of person who doesn't know how to do it is really good, and it's a fool to fool.

At this moment, Jiang Mu, Wen Yan, and Chu Yang are the three fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in the eyes of everyone!

Kill is to earn!

"Why do I feel something is wrong with my eyes?" Wen Yan asked in a low voice.

"It's normal, look at so many people here, let's not talk about people under 20 years old, are there any people under 30 years old?" Chu Yang asked, "I'm afraid now we are the rich children in the eyes of these people, the second generation ancestors who don't understand anything. , come here to throw money."

Wen Yan, who came to such a place for the first time, was reminded like this and wanted to understand.

"But Jiang Mu, why are you so excited?" Chu Yang was puzzled. Anyone who was underestimated would be somewhat unhappy, but instead of being unhappy, she was eager to try.

"The opportunity to make money has come, why are you not happy? I also pointed to this trip to earn money for the decoration of my yard!" Her almond eyes were bright, and the little tiger tooth was even more cute.

However, Chu Yang's scalp was numb. He glanced at the stalls on both sides of the road and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

The three of them started to stroll around at random. Chu Yang was not really interested in these stalls. His goal was the auction inside, so he really just strolled around casually.

Wen Yan is selective. He is best at porcelain. In the ghost market, others treat them as fat sheep to be slaughtered. Naturally, he has to choose the one he is best at and the most reliable, otherwise , it is really very possible to pay tuition fees.

Jiang Mu was different. She dabbled in everything, and her purpose today was very clear. She came here to earn decoration fees. Naturally, she could not miss any opportunity.

Then, Jiang Mu started from the first stall.

Although it is said to be a ghost market, there are not many genuine products. Jiang Mu is full of enthusiasm, but he feels a little bit shocked.

She stood in front of a stall and saw a dark pen holder in a corner. It was so dark at night that even if there was a small light bulb on the stall, the light was so weak and pitiful that she couldn't see it at all. Clear the situation.

The stall owner saw a big fat sheep like Jiang Mu coming, and he had sharpened his knife, ready to come up to give her a knife at any time, and slaughtered enough.

There is also a customer in front of the stall. The customer likes a root carving, and the boss has already shaken hands with the other party to ask for the price.

The ghost market is different from the usual antique stalls. Whether it is inquiries or bargaining, they are all handshake privately and negotiated through gestures.

On the way Jiang Mu came here, Chu Yang deliberately spread it to the two of them.

She just glanced at the end of her eyes, and then continued to look at the small stall.

The objects in this stall are relatively simple, all of which are wood carvings, with different shapes and different woods, but at first glance, they look very similar.

But in fact, all of them are modern imitations, which are completely incompatible with antiques. Although these wood carvings are very advanced in terms of shape and external wood, whether they are color or gloss, they all look like the same thing. Son, but, imitations are imitations, and they can't hide from Jiang Mu's eyes.

She picked up a Maitreya Buddha wood carving at will, and she could only say that the knife skills are still very good, and the shape is the same, but as long as you get started, you can feel that this is not true.

This kind of modern imitation does not have the sense of precipitation and heavy feeling that has been baptized over a long period of time.

These things are just to deceive newcomers who have just entered the industry and have little knowledge.

"This guest, it's not me, the woodcarvings here are all old and old, and they are all master-level works. This is red sandalwood, this is huanghuali, this is boxwood, and they are all special. Precious wood carvings."

Seeing that Jiang Mu was reluctant to start, the stall owner finally couldn't help but start recommending it.

Jiang Mu didn't refuse, and took the dark pen holder that he liked at first.

"This is an authentic red sandalwood carving. Look at the rocks, pines, pavilions, and canoes carved on the outer wall. The carvings are exquisite and lifelike." The stall owner boasted rudely.

"Put a price." Jiang Mu pretended to be very knowledgeable.

The stall owner can see at a glance that she is wearing a hard dress, and it is even more rude to ask for the price. The asking price is 1,000 yuan!

You must know that this is 1989. Even if the 1,000 yuan in 1989 is in the capital, it is almost a worker's salary for two months!

Jiang Mu raised his brows and cut half of it unceremoniously: 500.

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that this fat sheep was not so easy to slaughter, and he chopped off half of it at once.

"900."

"500."

The stall owner is very aggrieved: 800!

"500."

The stall owner: "..."

He has set up a stall in the ghost market to do business not once or twice, and he has also met all kinds of customers, but he is the first one who is as persistent as the one in front of him.

In fact, this pen holder has no capital, it belongs to his family.

He looked useless, just arrived at a batch of wood carvings, he simply put them together, maybe someone will take a fancy to this, regardless of whether it is 50 yuan or 100 yuan, how much is sold, anyway, it is earned.

500 yuan has greatly exceeded his expectations, and he didn't even have any capital, net profit!

Looking at the back of Jiang Mu's departure, I couldn't be more happy. It turned out to be a fat sheep, and it was slaughtered for 500 yuan casually!

After the other stall owners saw it, they would be envious and jealous. If only they were the ones who just slaughtered the fat sheep!

However, in the next time, Jiang Mu kindly gave everyone a chance.