Chapter 3 Cornucopia
Chen Mo almost burst out laughing after hearing this in the room.
Are all rich people fools?
With a wonderful family like yours, which wealthy family would dare to marry Tang Mengmeng?
In the next few days, this family was quite sensible and did not dare to harass Chen Mo again. It was rare for Chen Mo to live a comfortable life for a few days.
However, he has not been idle these days. He bought lottery tickets a few more times based on his memory. Although the winning amount was not large, his cumulative deposit has exceeded 10 million.
"The profit from buying lottery tickets in the future will no longer be huge, and if I continue to buy lottery tickets like this, I'm afraid the relevant departments will investigate me."
Although Chen Mo is not afraid of being investigated, he doesn't like the feeling of being monitored.
Think about it carefully.
According to what happened in his memory, he knew that something big was about to happen in Jiangbei that would shock the whole country!
In his last life, he clearly remembered that the owner of the Jubaozhai antique shop on East Street purchased a clay-sealed bowl from the Ming Dynasty at a high price.
Everyone laughed at the boss for being slapped in the eye.
It turned out that the clay-sealed bowl that the boss brought with him was later identified to be the treasure trove of Shen Wansan, the legendary richest man in the Ming Dynasty!
The market price given by experts is 80 million!
The boss of Jubaozhai held a flowing water banquet for seven consecutive days and set off more than 1 million fireworks to celebrate.
In my memory, today is the day when the boss of Jubaozhai purchased Shen Wansan’s cornucopia!
How could Chen Mo give up such a good thing to others?
Early in the morning, Chen Mo didn't even eat. He directly withdrew 300,000 in cash from the bank and put it in his backpack. Then he took a taxi to East Street and went straight to Jubaozhai.
When Chen Mo walked in, he unexpectedly spotted a few familiar figures.
"Auntie, this jade pendant is incredible. I got it from Nanhuang. The lowest market price is 10,000 yuan to buy it!"
"Hey, Xiao Zhang, I just brought Mengmeng to your store to have a look. Look, why are you giving me a gift?"
Liu Cuifang smiled so hard that she couldn't put it down while playing with the jade pendant.
At the same time, the more she looked at Zhang Lang, the more pleasing she became.
To be able to open such a large antique shop in his early thirties, and spend so much money, he is ten thousand times better off than Chen Mo, who is poorer!
"Mengmeng, come here, come here, see you. This jade Buddha is a gift to you."
With that said, Zhang Lang put a jade Buddha on Tang Mengmeng himself, with a hint of greed and pride in his eyes.
The jade products he sent were all made from leftover materials, and the purchase price was only a few dozen yuan!
"Brother Lang, thank you." Tang Mengmeng said happily.
"Haha, it's not a big deal, as long as you and Auntie are happy."
Zhang Lang laughed and said.
"Hey, you said it would be great if my Mengmeng met you earlier! There is no need to suffer so many grievances!"
Liu Cuifang sighed.
At this moment, Chen Mo walked into the store.
When Tang Mengmeng saw Chen Mo, she immediately looked disgusted and said:
"Why did you, a poor bastard, come here?
Chen Mo, let me tell you, even if you are willing to give me a gift of 200,000 yuan now, it is impossible for us! "
As she spoke, she proudly held Zhang Lang's arm and said:
"Introduction, this is my boyfriend, the owner of Jubaozhai Antique Shop!"
Liu Cuifang sneered and pointed at the jade Buddha on Tang Mengmeng's chest:
"did you see it?
Boss Zhang had only been with Mengmeng for two days, and he gave her the jade pendant worth ten thousand yuan as a gift.
And you? In the past few years that Mengmeng has been with you, you haven’t even given her a gift worth one thousand yuan, right? "
Tang Lei also followed suit and mocked:
"We are also human beings. Why is the gap between talents so big?"
Zhang Lang enjoyed the compliment and glanced at Chen Mo disdainfully.
He knew that Tang Mengmeng had an ex-boyfriend, and it seemed that this was the one in front of him.
Zhang Lang said calmly:
“Isn’t making money the only way to defeat your own woman?
If my woman is not a prodigal, won’t it be a waste of my talent to make money? "
After hearing this, Tang Mengmeng looked at Zhang Lang with admiration and said, "Brother Lang, you are so domineering! Unlike some people who are stingy even if they have no money, you deserve to be single all your life!"
Facing the ridicule of this family, Chen Mo just said calmly:
"I'm not here to find you."
"Come on, I don't know you anymore?"
Tang Mengmeng curled her lips and said: "You didn't come here to see me, could it be that you came here to buy things?
Anything here costs thousands of dollars, can you afford it? "
At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker walked in.
"Boss, do you collect antiques here?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Collect it! Do you have anything to sell?"
Zhang Lang immediately approached him and asked with a gentle smile on his face.
As for Chen Mo, he didn't bother to pay attention.
The middle-aged man carefully took out a package from his arms, placed it on the counter, and unfolded the package flatly.
A small bowl with a mud seal and the size of a palm appeared in everyone's sight.
"Here it comes! Shen Wansan's cornucopia!"
Chen Mo's heart was beating wildly, but his face didn't change at all.
"How much is this broken bowl worth?" Tang Mengmeng said speechlessly.
Zhang Lang picked up the bowl, played with it carefully, a glint flashed in his eyes, and then asked:
"How much do you want to sell it for?"
"My dad said that this thing is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. We won't sell it for less than 300,000 yuan," the middle-aged man said.
"Are you crazy? 300,000? I don't even want three yuan for this piece of shit!" Tang Lei said.
There was a hint of displeasure on the middle-aged man's face, he picked up the bowl and left.
Zhang Lang quickly stopped him and said with a smile:
"Sir, please don't worry.
I can see that this is indeed an old object, probably from the Ming Dynasty. "
The middle-aged man's expression softened slightly.
"Well, I'll walk you through it too.
This bowl is what ordinary people used to eat at home in the Ming Dynasty. The market price is up to 30,000 yuan.
I'll give you 20,000 yuan and I'll earn some hard-earned money. What do you think? "
"this……"
"If you think it's less, you can go to other places and ask again to see if anyone has a higher bid than me."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded to agree.
At this time, a voice sounded from behind.
"Uncle, I want this bowl of 300,000 yuan!"
