A junk collection station floats in my mind

Chapter 36 Lithograph!
"What's the point of the game?"

But the fat boss didn’t take it seriously, “My meaning is just to make money. If I take the boss to fight against God of War, I can earn 30 yuan in a round, and easily [-] to [-] yuan a day. Isn’t it easier than collecting waste products for you?”

This fat man can talk, and the implication is nothing more than saying, you despise me, and I despise you.

Ganqing is still a professional rat, he runs a trumpet, keeps it on, acts as a bodyguard for the boss, provides meticulous service to the boss, and earns money easily.

As the saying goes, if there is no business, there will be no killing, and if there is demand, there will be supply. Some people are skilled and love to play. I like to find this kind of person, take a fairy with me, gallop and dominate the game world, and finally play Zhu Xian Record a video of the scene and post it online, enjoying the feeling of being sought after by thousands of people.

To put it bluntly, it was just for the slightest bit of vanity.

Chen Muyu is no longer a teenager, and there is no need to argue with him, he just smiled, "Just be happy!"

The fat boss originally thought that Chen Muyu would scold him, and then he would scold him back, mocking him, but he didn't expect Chen Muyu to ignore him at all, which made him feel suffocated.

"I just pass the time when I'm bored, and earn some extra money by the way, so don't talk about it!" After a pause, the fat boss suddenly smiled again, and patted Chen Muyu on the shoulder.

After all, his profession is disgraceful. If Chen Muyu told him about it, there might be elementary school students knocking on his door.

Chen Muyu shook his head, he wasn't that bored yet.

"By the way, there is still a box of books in my warehouse, just wait, I will show you!"

The boss smiled, as if he suddenly remembered something, said something flattering, then turned and went into the warehouse.

……

After a while, the fat boss came out of the warehouse pushing a cardboard box. After such a short journey, he was so tired that he was panting and sweating.

This guy is real!

"Come on, look, these are old books. They were collected by my dad back then. They have been piled up in the warehouse, and they are almost moldy!"

The fat boss patted the dust off his hands, propped himself up, and smiled at Chen Muyu.

When the box was opened, there was indeed a musty smell, but fortunately, it didn't stink.

There were dozens of books in the box, and Chen Muyu flipped through them casually.

"Journey to the West", "Dream of Red Mansions", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Compendium of Materia Medica", "Determination of Febrile Diseases", "Water Margin"...

The thread-bound ones, the printed ones, and the paper are all yellowed, showing a sense of age.

However, they are basically well preserved. They are all sets of books, basically all of which are classical masterpieces.

"How is it? Is it worth some money?" The fat boss asked.

Chen Muyu read them one by one, shook his head, and pointed to the wrinkled cover of one of the books marked ""Compendium of Materia Medica" thirteen", on which it was clearly written, "Printed version printed by Binhai Wenrui Building, hundred years old The things inside are worthless!"

This printing house is quite famous, and there are quite a lot of lithographs, which have a certain collection value.

Lithographed books are books printed with lithography, a modern printing method that was introduced into China in the late Qing Dynasty.

Write the original manuscript with medicinal ink on special paper, then cover the medicinal paper on the stone surface, finally remove the medicinal paper, apply ink, and print the book with ink-stained lithography.

Both lithographed and lead-printed books are printed with ink, but they are different from ancient books printed in ink and ink, and most of the lithographed books are handwritten soft characters, which are easy to recognize.

"Not worth the money?" The fat boss was stunned for a moment, "Then you still have to give a price?"

"Do you want to sell?" Chen Muyu asked.

The fat boss didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "If I don't want to sell it, why bother to bring it out, I'll beep with you for a long time!"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "You have to sell it sincerely, and I won't cheat you, it's 30 a piece!"

"thirty?"

Hearing this, the fat boss frowned slightly, "Brother, you didn't fool me, did you? My dad collected these for many years!"

"Don't say it's your father, even if it's your grandfather's collection, it won't be 100 years old. It's all modern and printed in batches. How much do you expect it to be worth?" Chen Muyu replied.

When the fat man heard this, he was skeptical and obviously hesitated.

Seeing his hesitation, Chen Muyu said, "The key point is that most of your books are sets of books, many of which are missing chapters and can't be a complete set. Take this "Benefits of Febrile Diseases" as an example. It was originally in six volumes, but you only have four. , without the second and fifth volumes, the value is greatly reduced..."

Unsuitable?
The fat man bit his lip, what Chen Muyu said seemed to make sense.

"But 30 yuan a copy, which is too low!" The fat on the fat man's face trembled slightly. Perhaps in his opinion, this kind of ancient books should be very valuable.

Ancient books?

From Chen Muyu's point of view, these printed copies are not considered ancient characters, after all, they are only within a hundred years.

"Then how much do you want?" Chen Muyu asked.

The fat man thought for a while, stretched out his fat right hand, and gestured to Chen Muyu, "No matter what, it must be fifty?"

Chen Muyu was almost bored, he thought this guy would talk like a lion, so he added [-] for co-authoring.

In fact, this kind of lithograph was collected by the family when my grandfather was there, and Chen Muyu was familiar with it. If you want to collect it personally, the recommended price is usually 300 yuan or [-] yuan per copy.

In other words, the price offered by the fat boss was not high, but rather low. Chen Muyu was secretly happy!

However, even if he was happy, he couldn't show it clearly, and he bargained with the fat man again, and finally set the price at 45 yuan a book.

After counting, there are 63 copies in total, 2835 yuan. I could have given 2850, which is a half-full amount, but the boss's character is not likable, and Chen Muyu didn't give him a dime.

These 63 books are all from Chen Muyu's personal pocket. After all, they are not waste products, and he is not going to hand them back to the station.

According to the industry price, 300 copies, just such a box of books, Chen Muyu can earn more than 1.

Of course, this amount of money is of secondary importance to the current Chen Muyu. He mainly took a fancy to the two sets of books, "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Triple Identification of Febrile Diseases".

Although these two sets of books are now also printed and distributed, they can be found in many bookstores, and they are more exquisite, and the contents of them can be received online, but these two sets of books have been around for decades after all, and those who have bought them must not few.

Chen Muyu also read it just now. There are many annotations in it, and there are even many manuscripts of prescriptions and treatments written by later generations. In fact, these are the real value of these two sets of books.

If you have time, you can do some research!

As for the remaining masterpieces, Chen Muyu basically had little interest in them, and there was no need to collect them. If he found an opportunity to resell them, he would definitely be able to make a small profit.

(End of this chapter)