Chapter 36 Lithograph!

"What's the point of the game?"

The fat boss didn't take it seriously, "My purpose is just to make money. I lead the boss to fight against the God of War. I can earn twenty or thirty yuan per round, easily three to five hundred yuan a day. Isn't it easier than collecting scraps for you?"

This fat man is good at talking, and what he means is that you despise me, and I despise you.

I dare say this guy is still a professional rat. He opens a small account, keeps it open, works as a bodyguard for the boss, provides meticulous service to the boss, and makes money easily.

As the saying goes, if there is no buying and selling, there will be no killing. If there is demand, there will be supply. I like to find people who are good at skills and love to play. I like to find such people, carry a god with me, gallop around and dominate the game world, and finally perform the killing of the immortal. For a scene, record a video and post it online to enjoy the feeling of being followed by thousands of people.

To put it bluntly, 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 and said, "As long as you are happy!"

The fat boss thought that Chen Muyu would scold him, and then he would scold him back with a few words of ridicule, but he didn't expect that Chen Muyu would ignore him at all, which made him feel suffocated and panicked.

"I just kill time when I'm bored and earn some extra money. Don't tell anyone else!" After a pause, the fat boss suddenly smiled again and patted Chen Muyu on the shoulder.

After all, his profession was disgraceful. If Chen Muyu told him about it, some elementary school students might come knocking on his door.

Chen Muyu shook his head, he was not that bored yet.

"By the way, there is a box of books in my warehouse. Just wait, I will take it out for you to see!"

The boss chuckled, as if he suddenly remembered something, said something flattering, and turned around and entered the warehouse.

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After a while, the fat boss pushed a cardboard box out of the warehouse. After just a short distance, he was panting and sweating from exhaustion.

This guy is really weak!

"Come on, take a look. These are all old books. They were collected by my father at that time. They have been piled up in the warehouse and are almost moldy!"

The fat boss patted the dust on his hands, supported his waist, and smiled at Chen Muyu.

When I opened the box, there was indeed a musty smell, but fortunately, it wasn't smelly.

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

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

The thread-bound, printed version, and the paper are already a little yellowed, giving it a full sense of age.

However, the preservation is basically complete. They are all sets of books, basically all classics. Each set contains several books, including a set of Materia Medica alone with more than ten books.

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

Chen Muyu read each one one by one, shook his head, and pointed at the wrinkled book cover of one of the books marked "Compendium of Materia Medica Thirteen", which clearly read, "Printed by Binhai Wenrui House, a hundred years old" The things inside are worthless!”

This printing house is quite famous and has many lithographs, which have a certain collection value.

Lithographs are books printed with lithographs, a modern printing method introduced to China in the late Qing Dynasty.

The original manuscript is written on special paper with medicinal ink, and then the medicinal paper is covered on the stone surface. Finally, the medicinal paper is removed, ink is applied, and the book is printed with a lithograph dipped in ink.

Both lithographs and lithographs are printed with ink, but they are different from ink-printed ancient books. Moreover, lithographs are mostly handwritten with soft characters, which are easy to identify.

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

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

The fat boss didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "If I didn't sell it, why would I go to all the trouble to get it out? I'd be beeping with you for a long time!"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "If you sell it sincerely, I won't cheat you, it's 30 per copy!"

"thirty?"

The fat boss frowned slightly when he heard this, "Brother, you're not bluffing me, my dad has collected this for many years!"

"Don't say it's your dad, even if it's your grandfather's collection, it won't be more than a hundred years old. It's all modern stuff, printed in batches. How much do you expect it to be worth?" Chen Muyu replied.

The fat man was hesitant after hearing this, and was obviously a little hesitant.

Seeing his hesitation, Chen Muyu said, "The key is that most of your books are sets. Many of them are missing some chapters and cannot be completed as a set. Take this "Tiao Bian of Febrile Diseases" as an example. It was originally six volumes, but yours only has four volumes. , without the second volume and the fifth volume, the value is greatly reduced..."

Not complete?

The fat man bit his lip. What Chen Muyu said seemed to make sense.

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

Ancient book?

In Chen Muyu's opinion, these prints 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 has to be fifty, right?"

Chen Muyu almost lost his joy. He thought this guy was a big talker, so he added twenty.

In fact, lithographs like this were collected at home when grandpa was still alive. Chen Muyu was familiar with them and understood them. If he collects them for himself, the recommended price is two to three hundred yuan per copy.

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

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

After counting, there were 63 books in total, worth 2,835 yuan. I could have given him 2,850 to make up half the price, but the boss was not a pleasant character, and Chen Muyu didn't give him even a cent.

These 63 books were all paid for by Chen Muyu personally. After all, they were not waste products and he was not prepared to hand them back to the station.

According to the industry price, 300 per book, Chen Muyu can earn more than 10,000 yuan from just such a box of books.

Of course, this little money is of secondary importance to Chen Muyu now. He is mainly interested in the two sets of books "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Tiao Bian of Febrile Diseases".

Although these two sets of books are now printed and distributed, and can be found in many bookstores, and are more exquisite, and the contents can be received online, after all, these two sets of books have been around for decades, and those who have used 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 therapies written on it by later generations. In fact, these are the real value of these two sets of books.

If you have time, you can study it carefully!

As for the remaining masterpieces, Chen Muyu basically has little interest in them, and there is no need to collect them. If he finds an opportunity to resell them, he will definitely make a small profit.