mijobooks Chapter 40, 6 An Guapian , another way.
Chapter 40, 6 An Guapian , another way.
The antique market was bustling with people at 10 a.m.
The sounds of bargaining and haggling filled the air.
Chen Huai'an was dressed in casual clothes and light sneakers.
Wearing a backpack upside down in front of your chest can prevent it from being bumped or hit, and also protect you from thieves.
Antique markets are a favorite haunt for petty thieves.
Often, while people are focused on haggling on the roadside, onlookers might take out tweezers and steal their phones and belongings from their pockets.
Although those large-scale gangs have been dismantled through special campaigns.
However, petty theft still occurs.
"arrive."
Chen Huai'an stepped across the threshold and entered the shop first.
This time, the shop owner wasn't watching the beautiful female streamer's dance videos; he was standing in front of a row of shelves serving a young couple.
Judging from their attire, they are probably tourists from out of town.
The two seemed to have their eye on a colorful plate and were haggling over the price.
Feng Chao pointed at the plate on the shelf, spittle flying from his mouth: "This is a late Ming Dynasty Fenglin underglaze painted Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea appreciation plate, an item displayed in wealthy households, and a symbol of status!"
"How much?"
"This is a rare item. I think it's meant for you, so let's make it 188,000!"
"If you're talking about the late Ming Dynasty, I doubt you'll even get a chance until the late Qing Dynasty. If you're going to sell, give me a fair price."
"Since you're an expert, then it'll be eighteen thousand eighteen!"
"Five hundred and eighty-eight. I'll buy it as a decoration. I won't feel bad if it breaks."
"That's impossible! The cost of just purchasing the goods would be more than that!"
"One price, eight hundred and eighty-eight. If you still don't agree, I'll go somewhere else."
"make a deal!"
After intense bargaining, the price was finally reduced from 188,000 to 888,000.
However, judging from the young man's expression, he seemed to think the price was too hasty.
If we negotiate a little more, we might be able to get it for 666!
However, since an agreement has already been reached, it cannot be changed now.
It's at least from the Republic of China era. If you buy it for a few hundred yuan and put it in the living room as a decoration, it can be considered an antique, right?
Even if it breaks, I won't feel heartbroken.
"Take care, gentlemen, and welcome back again!"
Feng Chaoyang saw the two off with a smile, his attitude very warm.
Although it's just a business worth a few hundred dollars, and I'm a bit thin, every little bit counts, and small gains add up.
As the domestic tourism industry becomes increasingly prosperous, more and more tourists are visiting antique markets.
Senior citizen tour groups and young tourists are the easiest to fool.
Since tourists have already come all this way, they naturally want to go inside and browse the store.
While I can't afford expensive antiques, I can still buy small items for a few hundred or a few thousand yuan.
Making a few small orders every day, it's easy to generate a turnover of ten thousand or eight thousand.
A business that generates a steady stream of income can still be quite lucrative.
"Look, it's you two? Brother, you've got something good to offer again?"
After seeing the tourists off, Feng Chaoyang turned around and greeted them with a smile.
He froze before he could finish speaking; it was someone he knew!
I still vividly remember the small yellow croakers I bought a few days ago.
On the same day I received the small yellow croaker, I immediately sold it to another long-time customer who was a collector.
Although I only earned three thousand, I'm still very satisfied with making three thousand just by making a phone call.
Upon seeing the bulging backpack hanging on the other person's chest, their eyes immediately lit up.
"We're here to ship a goods!"
Feng Chaoyang has been in this industry for decades, so he has a good eye for these things.
Those in his line of work don't lack customers, they lack good sources of goods.
If you have good products, you'll never have to worry about selling them.
Even the same item can be fought over by several regular customers!
So when they saw the young couple who sold gold last time, they were as excited as if the God of Wealth had come knocking on their door.
He hurriedly and warmly greeted them, "Please have a seat, I'll make you some tea!"
While greeting them, he threw two disposable paper cups from the table into the trash can.
Chen Huai'an glanced at the paper cup; it only contained plain water.
It seems that Boss Feng's enthusiasm is selective, depending on who he serves.
The last time they came to sell small yellow croakers, they were also served plain water.
This time, the water was replaced with tea, which was noticeably more enthusiastic and "sincere" than last time.
Chen Huai'an wouldn't drink anything offered by unfamiliar people, but he was still satisfied with their warm attitude.
After all, whether buying or selling, who likes to be arrogantly ignored?
These days, every industry is rife with competition; even antique dealers are actively improving their service.
Lin Wan sat obediently to the side, her big eyes scanning the dazzling array of items.
In modern times, Chen Huai'an makes the decisions, and he usually doesn't interfere.
Her task is to observe, listen, and learn more so that she can integrate as quickly as possible.
Feng Chaoyang offered him a cigarette and asked with a smile, "What good stuff are you planning to sell this time, little brother?"
Chen Huai'an took the cigarette and lit it for him with a lighter.
He chuckled, "There's quite a lot of stuff this time, and the prices aren't low either..."
He paused deliberately at this point.
really
Feng Chaoyang raised an eyebrow: "Don't worry, brother. I've been in this business for over twenty years. I can easily come up with three to five million in cash. If all else fails, I can mortgage my house and get a ten million loan!"
His voice was strong and clear, and his chest pounded loudly.
This promise improved Chen Huai'an's impression of him even more.
If it were someone else who was arrogant and haughty, they probably would have started arguing before the conversation even finished.
Feng Chaoyang didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he took the initiative to say that he wasn't afraid of expensive items. As long as they were top-quality goods, he would even mortgage his house for them!
With this kind of business attitude, it's hard not to make money.
Chen Huai'an smiled and waved his hand: "Brother Feng... you misunderstood. What I meant was that we can change the way we trade in the future, and we can even have a long-term partnership!"
Like a sedan chair carried by many, everyone is a member of society. If someone calls you "brother," you'll naturally follow suit and address them as "brother" to build a closer relationship.
Feng Chaoyang paused for a moment, carefully considering the meaning of "long-term cooperation".
Even if we interpret it literally, it means that he has a lot of antiques in his possession.
Feng Chaoyang blinked, suddenly remembering that during their last chat, the other person seemed to have mentioned that his girlfriend's family had a very wealthy and influential background.
However, the family has fallen on hard times, so some of the collections passed down from my father and grandfather are now being sold.
At the time, he just overheard it and thought the other party was trying to trick him into selling the small yellow croaker at a high price.
Now it seems that's not the case.
The backpack was bulging; could it really contain a lot of antiques?
Just as I was wondering, a faint voice came to my ear.
"Why don't you take a look first, Brother Feng, and see if it's worthwhile to cooperate long-term? Then we can talk about it more later."
Chen Huai'an stubbed out his cigarette and placed his backpack on the long table next to him.
Unzip the can and take out a tin can with a note attached: Lu'an Melon Seed (First Harvest Melon).
Then, he took out an inflatable plastic bag, inside which lay a porcelain plate.
Just as Feng Chaoyang was about to reach out, he realized that he hadn't finished taking it all out yet...!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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