Eyes open to the money in the city

Chapter 1 This is simply a scam
Coffee table: RNB1500.

Tea table: RMB900.

Tea cup: RMB 160 yuan.

Xiangming Stone Ladle Pot: RMB 200000.

"What???"

"200000 yuan???"

"Fuck!!!"

In the past two days, Populus euphratica has suffered from a strange "eye disease". No matter what he sees, there will be a price tag on it, so he seems to go shopping every day. The cars running on the road have prices, and the street lights have prices. Pedestrians on the sidewalk have a price...

Yes, there is a price on everyone's head. At first, Hu Yang didn't quite understand the meaning of this price, but after seeing the price on his roommate Zhao Peng's head yesterday, he was finally sure that the price on a person's head is actually the wealth that this person owns .

Zhao Peng grew up in an orphanage. He was alone, and he went to university with the support of kind people from all walks of life. During his internship, he found a job at 2500 per month. Yesterday was the day when Zhao Peng opened his capital, and the price on his head changed. It became 2400.

Before that, the price above his head was -100, yes, that 100 yuan was lent to him by Hu Yang.

At the moment, Hu Yang is interviewing in an antique shop. He majored in history and minored in archaeology in college. There are three most common paths after graduating from a major like his. One is to take the postgraduate entrance examination and continue to study; To get a stable job, the third is to get a teacher qualification certificate and become a teacher.

If you enter the society to find a job, it is relatively difficult, because there are few corresponding units.

Because of this, Populus euphratica failed to find a suitable job after several months of tossing around. Today, he came to this unremarkable antique shop with the mentality of making a shot. He applied for the position of a clerk.

At this moment, the owner of the antique shop was greeting an old man, and asked Hu Yang to wait beside him. He had already taken a look at the "antiques" on the shelves, and the most expensive one was only 4000 yuan, which shows that this house is actually full of antiques. It's a fake.

However, just now, Hu Yang discovered that the teapot on the coffee table was worth 200000 yuan.

This discovery shocked him.

"Mr. Gu, just let me know which one you like, you are a regular customer, and the price is negotiable."

Zhao Boxiang, the owner of the antique shop, followed the old man and said with a flattering expression.

But the old man just gave a soft "hmm" and didn't say another word. While shaking his head, he shuttled between several shelves. Zhao Baixiang could only follow behind him patiently.

After a while, the old man finally stopped in front of a porcelain bottle. The porcelain bottle was at the top of the shelf, in an inconspicuous corner.

"This Fahua porcelain vase is interesting."

The old man looked up at the porcelain vase and said in a low voice.

"Hey! I said, Mr. Qin, what kind of eyes do you have? I managed to hide some private goods, and I let you find them at a glance!" Zhao Baixiang looked heartbroken.

"Take it down and let me take a few glances." The old man said lightly.

"Come on, you just sit and wait."

As Zhao Boxiang said, he went to the warehouse to find a ladder, climbed up and took down the porcelain bottle carefully.

At this moment, the old man had already sat down at the tea table. When Zhao Baixiang took the porcelain vase, he took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and began to observe it carefully.

After about six or seven minutes, the old man put down the magnifying glass in his hand and asked, "Fahua porcelain vases of this quality are rare. Where did you get them?"

"Don't mention it, I have a friend whose ancestors are in the flag. His family was quite rich, but his son was not worried and lost more than 1000 million in gambling. In order to pay off his son's debts, my friend scraped together money. This is not an ancestral tradition. The Fahua Porcelain Vase, said to let me sell it first, and sell it if the price is right." Zhao Baixiang said with emotion.

"Ah."

The old man nodded: "The seller didn't say the price."

"said."

Zhao Boxiang chuckled, and stretched out four fingers: "I won't sell it at this price."

"A little more."

The old man said while looking at the porcelain bottle.

"But they said they wouldn't sell it at this price. No, the auction procedures are still going on over there. They say it will go to auction. If it goes to auction, the price will be hard to say."

Zhao Boxiang said sincerely.

"Ask him how about 30?"

The old man said without raising his head, his voice was not loud, but Hu Yang standing next to him could hear it clearly, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Three, 30..."

The porcelain vase the old man was holding was the most expensive one on the shelves in the house. Hu Yang saw that the price was 4000 yuan. Just now Zhao Boxiang stretched out four fingers. Hu Yang thought he was talking about [-] or [-]. After all, The antique industry is still very profitable. If you want more money, it doesn't matter if you ask for a bargain.

But after hearing the old man's quotation of 30 just now, Hu Yang realized that Zhao Boxiang meant 40!
A porcelain bottle worth 4000 yuan is priced at 40 yuan. This is simply a scam!

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(End of this chapter)