"Haha, the shop owner is indeed knowledgeable."
After listening to the antique shop owner's evaluation, Yang Shaoxun immediately flattered him. Then, he smiled softly and said," But as the saying goes, a beauty is given to a beauty, and a sword is given to a hero. The owner has such a deep understanding of this painting, so I don't want to break you up. Why don't you name a price?"”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shaoxun immediately took out his phone and searched for Lan Ying's name in front of the owner of the antique shop.
At this moment, the antique shop owner knew that Yang Shaoxun had been fooling him from the beginning. Where did this elder come from? Even he, perhaps even he did not understand the value of this painting.
However, now that he had revealed all of the paintings, he had already cut off his chances of survival. He shook his head slightly and immediately said," In 2016, I once bought a blue painting of the Serpentine Tree. At that time, the transaction price was 2.62 million. This painting of the Hua Yue Autumn is even more precious than that painting of the Serpentine Tree. I'm afraid it's worth no less than 3 million."”
"Moreover, the price of antiques in the market has become even higher in recent years. Coupled with the trend in recent years, if it were to be auctioned off in those auction houses, it would probably not be lower than five million.”
"With my ability alone, I definitely can't take out so much money. If you want to sell it, I suggest you take it to an auction house, and it's best if it's one of those big auction houses.”
The antique shop owner's words stunned Yang Shaoxun. Although this was considered a small deal compared to those antiques that could easily sell for hundreds of millions, it was still beyond Yang Shaoxun's expectations that a painting could be sold for five million or even higher.
However, compared to these, things of unknown origin would undoubtedly bring him a lot of trouble. It was not that he had not considered the auction house, but things with real names would definitely expose him.
At that time, not only would there be no way to explain all this, but it would even bring him endless trouble.
"Are you interested in cooperating?"
Yang Shaoxun's sudden question stunned the owner of the antique shop. He looked at Yang Shaoxun with confusion and asked hurriedly," Sir, what do you mean?"”
"I have a lot of antique paintings and calligraphy at home. They were all collected by the elders in my family. Now, these antique paintings and calligraphy have been passed down to me. However, in order to not let the elders in my family die, I want to secretly sell these things.”
"But at the same time, I don't want the elders in the family to know, so I want to find someone to help me do these things. I can give you a 5% handling fee.”
"5% commission?"
The owner of the antique shop was stunned. He couldn't help but look at Yang Shaoxun strangely. Although his appearance was quite steady, this kind of dressing undoubtedly made him think that Yang Shaoxun was a prodigal.
However, how could the antique shop owner not be tempted by the huge profits in front of him?
The value of this painting was at least 5 million yuan, and the 5% commission was 250 thousand yuan. The antique business was getting harder and harder nowadays. He might not even earn 250 thousand yuan a year, but just by helping him auction it, he could get 250 thousand yuan.
He quickly nodded and immediately said,"Sir, you're really wise!" Since you've invited me, I'll help you!”
After the owner of the antique shop said that, he immediately went to the back to get some notes and wrote a receipt for Yang Shaoxun. At this moment, he found out that the owner of the antique shop was called Zhou Dahai.
The origins of his antiques were unknown, and this kind of written agreement did not have much binding power. However, Zhou Dahai, who did not know anything, did not dare to have any other thoughts.
Firstly, the identity he had fabricated was enough to deter him. Secondly, he was an old man in this antique market. There were many people who knew him. If he really wanted to, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive here.
After settling the two paintings, Yang Shaoxun could not help but feel relieved. If everything went smoothly, Zhou Dahai might as well develop it into a channel to sell antiques.
However, he still could not gain Yang Shaoxun's trust. All of this was just a thought.
After leaving the antique market, Yang Shaoxun didn't go straight back to his residence. Instead, he drove to Shen City, which was famous for its electronics factory.
Compared to the profit of the Kirin Watermelon, this kind of old-fashioned cell phone was undoubtedly more terrifying. A cell phone like the one from the motorola, which could only make calls and send text messages, could be sold for 5,000 yuan each. If he implanted a few Mini games such as Tetrise and Lianliankuan into this old-fashioned cell phone, he would be able to occupy their entire market.
If he went straight to the factory, he might not even be able to enter the door. Instead of going straight to the wall, he might as well wander around the electronics market first.
However, as soon as he entered Huaqiang North's electronics market, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. There were a dazzling array of mobile phones, all kinds of electronic products, and more importantly, they were cheap enough.
To be able to survive here, there must be a factory behind every shop. Otherwise, the low price would make him have no room to survive.
"Boss, what are you looking at?"
Compared to the smart phones on the table, Yang Shaoxun was undoubtedly more interested in the old-fashioned mobile phones thrown in the corner.
"How much is that old-fashioned phone?”
Following Yang Shaoxun's gaze, the shop owner immediately saw the old-fashioned mobile phone thrown in the corner. He pursed his lips helplessly and threw it in front of Yang Shaoxun indifferently.
"If you like it, I'll give it to you for free.”
Although the shop owner's attitude was very unpleasant, Yang Shaoxun still picked up the old-fashioned phone in front of him. As the screen gradually lit up, the mechanical page immediately appeared in front of him.
After fiddling with it for a while, Yang Shaoxun lost interest. Other than making calls, there were also recording, taking photos, radio, listening to music, watching videos, and other functions. However, compared to these, Yang Shaoxun was really not interested.
"I want to customize a batch of these old-fashioned phones. I wonder if you can tell me the contact information of the manufacturer?”
"Don't even think about it. The production line for this kind of phone has already been dismantled. There are already so many types of smart phones.”
"Tear it down?"
Yang Shaoxun was slightly stunned, but then he smiled. He originally only wanted to find a factory to cooperate with, but now he might have to set up his own factory.
"Then I wonder if they have sold the production line of this old-fashioned mobile phone?”
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