Rusted clay jar, worth 50 yuan
Rotten money jar, worth 2000 yuan
Wang Feng frowned slightly. It was a pity that it was filled with rotten copper coins. He hesitated for a moment but still picked it up.
2000 yuan. No matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat.
"Yo, brother, you bought everything here. Two bags won't be enough.”
"I'll give you a woven bag."
"Thanks."
After taking the woven bag from the boss, Wang Feng's room number was the money jar. He then looked at the dozens of mud jars beside him.
1920s, double-flag Earth silver coin jar, worth 3 million
"Hiss…"
Wang Feng's heart twitched, and he carefully put away the jar that looked like a chamber pot.
His gaze swept across a mud jar at the bottom that was holding these large jars. Suddenly, his gaze stopped at the bottom of the jar.
Yuan Xingguo Road, 50 taels of silver ingots, worth 7 million
Wang Feng stood up, hesitating on how to take the vat away.
The valuable items on the carpet were almost all looted by him.
"Boss, it's not convenient to carry these bags.”
"Why don't you give me this empty big tank? I'll buy it and put it in the villa. I can also fill it with water to raise some lotus flowers and goldfish.”
"Sure, 800 yuan for the big vat, 300 yuan for this envelope, and 5000 yuan for the copper coins.”
"Sure."
Qin Manrou stood at the side and watched in confusion as Wang Feng took out his phone and transferred 5000 yuan.
"I say, CEO Wang, are you full?”
"This vat weighs dozens of pounds. It's fine if you're wearing the casual clothes from yesterday. This morning, I brought you the suit that I custom-made for the higher-ups of the corporation. It's Armani.”
"If you dirty it, we won't be able to go to the auction later.”
"Oh?"
Wang Feng looked back at her." Do you think my vat is not as valuable as this set of clothes?”
"You still look down on the silver coins and copper coins I just picked.”
Qin Manrou looked at him suspiciously." Didn't you say that you earned tens of billions from speculating in the stock market before you bought our company's shares?”
"I don't believe that you can study financial management and archaeology while you're part-time in stock trading.”
"Forget it if you don't believe me."
"Tomorrow, I'll go back and pick out the valuable ones, then go to Panjiayuan in Yanjing and sell them all.”
"Why aren't they selling it here?"
Wang Feng looked at Qin Manrou as if she was a fool." I said, double degree, PhD student.”
"Don't you know that you don't expose your wealth?"
"Even if the stall owner is blind, we can't reveal the value of these things in front of him.”
"Besides, I, Wang Feng, still want to hang around this area in the future. If everyone knows that I can pick up scraps, won't no one be willing to sell me things?”
Qin Manrou rolled her eyes at Wang Feng. She didn't want to admit that she was wrong after being reprimanded. She walked forward and saw a CCTV reporter's car parked outside the old town.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Wang Bingbin, a reporter from the Central Television Station. I'm now at the street corner of the old town in the north of Chong City. On my left is the scene of the second half of this year's real estate auction in Chong City that we're going to broadcast later. On my right is an antique street called Little Panjiayuan.”
"Hey, there's a handsome man wearing Armani walking towards us with a big water tank. Are all the legendary rich people so unique?”
"Let's interview them.”
"Hello, I'm Wang Bingbin, a reporter from the Central TV station. I wonder if you can accept my interview?”
"Clang!"
Wang Feng put down the water tank. He felt that this female reporter was very beautiful, confident, and energetic.
Her looks were only around 90 points, but with these, she was the outstanding kind.
Even in front of the icy Qin Manrou who scored 98 points, it was still a different scene.
"Hello, reporter comrade."
"Can I interview this gentleman? What are your considerations? Why did you wear Armani to buy a big vat in the antique street here?”
"I came to the antique street to shop, of course. It's a treasure. I picked up a jar of things. Do you believe me?”
Wang Bingbin was slightly taken aback. Did you think I had never been to Panjiayuan?
Are you trying to scare me?
What she didn't know was that the live broadcast room had already fallen out.
"Yo, I was wondering who was the one who was teasing our Central TV goddess. So it's Brother Feng.”
"Only Brother Feng is so awesome, wearing Armani and carrying a big tank. I guess this is the legendary low-key luxury.”
"Picking up scraps? I've been to the antique street in Zhong City several times. Other than modern crafts, there are only high-quality imitations.”
"You must be lying. You casually picked up a big jar and said it was an antique? It probably wasn't from Western Zhou, but from last week!”
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