Chapter 7 Worth 3.6 billion?

"Sell that buying station of yours to me, why worry about money?" Qin Hong raised his eyelids, looked at Chen Muyu, and sneered, "Take it out and let me see what your grandfather left for you. thing."

As someone who has been working in the scrap business for a long time, it is absolutely impossible to say that he has never picked up treasures. Therefore, Chen Muyu's excuse did not make Qin Hong suspicious, but instead made him full of interest.

The fat old man next to him also came over.

Chen Muyu opened his backpack, took out the poetry book, and placed it on the table in front of Qin Hong.

Qin Hong picked it up and looked at it, and then his expectation turned into disappointment. He raised his head and glanced at Chen Muyu, as if to say, that's it?

"Collection of Tang Yin's poems?"

The fat old man took it and looked through it for a while, "It is a rare book from the late Ming Dynasty. It is relatively well preserved and should be authentic. But, little brother, is it worth it..."

When talking about value, the fat old man shook his head. Obviously, he wanted to say that the value was not high.

Rare books refer to rare ancient books that are finely engraved, printed, copied and proofread, precious manuscripts, unique copies, rare documents, etc., with the highest value in the Song and Yuan Dynasties.

Chen Muyu also did some homework and did not expect how much this collection of Tang Yin's poems would be worth.

"How much is it worth?" Chen Muyu asked directly, as if there was only money in his eyes.

"2,000 yuan!"

Qin Hong took a sip of tea, spit out the price, and looked like I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you.

Chen Muyu almost spat in his face. He spent 1,900 just to repair it. You gave me 2,000 and I just earned 100 yuan, right? I just took a taxi and it cost 20!

He reached out and took back the collection of poems, "Mr. Qin, you are not particular. For 2,000 yuan, do you think I am a fool?"

"How much do you want?"

Qin Hong raised his eyelids and chuckled, "One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand?"

Chen Muyu shrugged, "Actually, it's not a matter of more money or less. Since you don't care about it, I'd better find someone else to look at it!"

After saying that, he put the collection of poems into his bag, turned around and left.

"Little brother!"

Before he had taken two steps, the fat old man called out to him.

Chen Muyu looked back and saw the old man with a smile on his face, "Young man, don't be so angry. In business, buying and selling things is just a matter of bargaining. If you can trust me, I can give you 20,000 yuan for this rare book." Block, how about it?”

Twenty thousand yuan?

Chen Muyu looked at the fat old man in surprise. Compared to Qin Hong, this old man was obviously much kinder.

However, those who hang out with Qin Hong are probably not good people.

Qin Hong had no intention of introducing him to Chen Muyu.

"Are you serious?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The fat old man nodded and said, "If little brother feels that he is at a loss, just pretend that I didn't say anything."

"Haha, as the old saying goes, suffering is a blessing. I am afraid of everything, but I am not afraid of suffering. If you like it, I will give it to you!"

Chen Muyu smiled. He was just asking for directions and didn't expect how much it would sell for. The price Qin Hong just offered really made him angry.

He spent 1,900 to repair this collection of Tang Yin's poems and sold it for 20,000. He has already made a lot of money.

Perhaps this collection of poems could be worth more, but Chen Muyu didn't want to bother, he just wanted to realize it quickly.

The collection of poems was handed back to the fat old man. The fat old man was unequivocal and readily transferred the money to Chen Muyu on his mobile phone.

After the 20,000 yuan arrived, Chen Muyu had a smile on his face. He glanced at Qin Hong next to him and said, "It seems that Mr. Qin still has some knowledgeable people here."

Qin Hong was quite depressed. This guy was making insinuations, saying that he was ignorant.

"My little brother must have something better. Can you take it out and take a look?"

The fat old man's eyes were as bright as a flash, and he was looking at Chen Muyu's backpack. He could see that Chen Muyu was asking for directions, otherwise he wouldn't have offered that price just now. In fact, he just wanted to see what big deal Chen Muyu could come up with.

"Hurry up, don't waste time!" Qin Hong said impatiently.

Chen Muyu cleared a large area of ​​his desk and almost dropped Qin Hong's teacup on the floor.

Qin Hong was depressed and wanted to curse, but seeing Chen Muyu's attitude, he held back.

Qin Muyu took out a yellowed scroll from his backpack, placed it on the table, and carefully unfolded it slowly.

An ancient ink painting soon appeared in front of the three of them, with distant mountains, boulders, streams, and blue clouds. An eagle with spread wings jumped on the paper, with sharp eyes, overlooking the common people.

The eyes of the two old men were instantly attracted!

"The picture of an eagle spreading its wings is an authentic work by Tang Yin. You are only allowed to look at it, but you are not allowed to touch it!"

The corners of Chen Muyu's mouth curved slightly, and he took a step back to give the two people space.

"Huh, young man, I don't know what to say. If you say it's authentic, then it's authentic?" Qin Hong snorted unhappily.

Chen Muyu shrugged, "If you don't believe it, find an expert to take a look!"

Qin Hong was speechless, but unfortunately his skills were limited. He looked at the fat old man next to him.

The fat old man took out his reading glasses from his pocket and had already gone to the scene.

The room was very quiet!

After a long time, the fat old man straightened up, with excitement on his face, "The eagle spreads its wings and swallows the world. It is indeed Tang Yin's handiwork. It should be what Tang Yin did in his early years. Look at this eagle, majestic and enthusiastic, Just in line with his ambitious mood when he was young..."

"Look at the little bug on the eagle's beak. Although it is small, it is so delicate and expressive. This skill is not simple!"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, why did it get so bad..."

"A waste of natural resources, a waste of natural resources..."

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The old man went from being serious to being shocked at first, and then he beat his chest, felt sad, and cried out that it was a pity.

Hearing this, Chen Muyu had an idea in his mind. This old man seemed quite knowledgeable. It looked like he had really found a treasure.

The fat old man took off his reading glasses and looked at Chen Muyu, "Little brother, do you want to take action on this thing?"

There was no concealed expectation in his eyes. Although this thing was incomplete, it could be used as a family heirloom for ordinary people. He didn't think Chen Muyu would sell it.

"certainly!"

Chen Muyu gave him a definite answer, "If the price is right, there is no reason not to sell it."

When the fat old man heard this, his expression suddenly relaxed, "Do you understand the value of this painting?"

Chen Muyu shook his head, "I would like to hear the details."

The fat old man said, "There are not many masterpieces handed down by Tang Yin. The ones that have been handed down to this day are all rare treasures. I won't scare you if I tell you about them. Among them, the most valuable one, "Viewing Waterfalls on Mount Lushan", sold for a total of 3.6 billion!"

3.6 billion?

Chen Muyu's eyesight went dark and he almost sat on the ground. How much was that?

"Of course, not every painting can be sold for so many. You should also understand that in this industry, the water is very deep. Nowadays, Tang Yin's paintings are basically in private collections, and it is almost impossible for anyone to take them. Come out and sell..."