Chapter 263: Five Hundred Thousand!? Will you sell it for five bucks?

Just like the Yang family, when there are more people in the family, there will be those who get along well and those who don't.

Although the influence of the Ye family and the Yang family in Spring City cannot be compared, there are several relatively wealthy relatives in the family.

For example, the uncle's family caught up with a wave of reform opportunities in the early years and opened up a business. Now it has tens of millions of assets.

"I remember that grandpa likes calligraphy and painting, right?"

Ye Yang scratched his eyebrows: "I'm ready for birthday gifts."

"good……"

Grandpa has helped Ye Yang's family many times. Now that Ye Yang has become prosperous, he should naturally be rewarded. However, Ye Xuanting and Su Shirley have only saved three or four hundred thousand in their lifetime, and they can't buy anything good.

"Mom and Dad, I just recharged our family account with 10 million yuan. You spend it first. From now on, I will give you 10 million yuan every month. If it is not enough, ask me for more."

Ye Yang also thought of his parents' mood at this time and said.

"...Oh my god, Xiaoyang, how rich are you now?"

Su Shirley was so frightened by this number that she coughed.

Ye Yang's mouth twitched. He originally wanted to directly transfer 100 million to his family's account. Fortunately, he changed his mind and said 10 million...

"Ahem, in short, this money is almost my pocket money. It will not have any impact on my career development, so don't worry!"

Ye Yang assured.

"……All right."

Su Shirley nodded, knowing that her son was successful now, and she didn't understand the business matters, so she could only believe that her son had a sense of control.

Ye Yang smiled and slowly added money to the account later, slowly letting them accept this fact. It would naturally fall into place, and there was no need to rush.

After returning to the bedroom, he thought to himself.

Such things as calligraphy and painting antiques cannot be purchased openly. Generally, you have to go through special channels or participate in auctions. This kind of aging is very slow and may not be available at any time.

And the birthday banquet will start tomorrow.

"It seems we can only try our luck at the antique market."

Ye Yang rubbed his chin. However, antique markets are usually a mixed bag, and there are a lot of genuine and fake products, which is extremely deceptive.

Rotten stones can also be sold for exorbitant prices.

However, when he auctioned the purple clay pot for his father, he had already acquired the ability to appraise antiques.

Now his ability to identify treasures is much better than those fake masters on TV, which is why he decided to go hunting for treasures in the antique market.

Otherwise, I can only call Yang Delin to send a calligraphy and painting.

Of course, that was the last resort. Now that I have some free time, it would be nice to take the beautiful woman to visit the antique market.

"Walk."

Ye Yang tilted his head at the girls.

"Are you leaving just now?"

Both Ye Xuanting and Su Shirley were a little reluctant to let go of Lin Xueer. Compared with several other girls, Lin Xueer was Ye Yang's high school classmate, so they knew her well, and they liked her very well.

"I will come here often before I leave."

Lin Xueer smiled at the enthusiastic elders.

"Brother, why are you going? I'm going too!"

Ye Xiaozi ran out of the kitchen.

"You should just follow mom and make dumplings at home!"

Ye Yang chuckled and ran out with a few girls in a hurry.

"Hmph, stinky old man!"

Ye Xiaozi kicked her foot and muttered, but she still turned around and went back to making dumplings without any complaints.

Not long after.

The stretched Maybach stopped in front of a market building with some last century style.

"The largest antique city in Spring City is the Huayan Antique City."

Yu Momo has done enough homework in the past few days, and now she may know Chuncheng better than Ye Yang, a Chuncheng native.

"Um."

Ye Yang nodded slightly, followed by Lin Xueer on the left and Yu Momo on the right. The two beautiful bodyguards protected him one after another, and the cards suddenly rose.

"Hey! Whose young master is this? He came out to accompany four beauties, and he is even more handsome than Wang Xiaocong!"

"Gulu, you are truly at the pinnacle of your life! I am so envious..."

"Hey, there are so many beautiful young people coming out of Antique City, those bosses are going to get fat."

"This is really pitiful..."

These old guys coveted beauty while shaking their heads and sighing.

The antique industry is very deep and there are many rules. They have seen too many young men like this who want to show off with girls, and there is no one who was not let out until his pants fell off after being tricked.

"These people are so strange."

Xiao Qingxuan frowned: "Looking at us is like seeing someone who is taken advantage of."

"Ha ha……"

Ye Yang smiled and shook his head, looking at the stalls on the side. Since he came to visit the antique city, he naturally wanted to have a matching outfit. On a whim, he also wanted to buy some outfits.

"How do you sell these sunglasses?"

"Half a million!"

The old man setting up the stall held out five fingers and spoke with a firm tone.

"Why don't you go and grab those sunglasses for 500,000 yuan!"

Lin Xueer frowned.

"Have you watched the TV series The Last Emperor? These are the sunglasses worn by Emperor Puyi in history! I saw that you have a good eye, so I sold them to you at a reduced price!"

The old man waved his hand: "Whether you want to buy it or not, if you sell it to others, I will sell it for more than one million!"

The bosses of the stalls nearby were all suppressing their laughter, feeling extremely envious. These young gangsters actually went to this stall first. This old man was so lucky! ! !

Ye Yang flipped his sunglasses left and right and said directly: "Stop bluffing people here, can you sell them for ten yuan?"

"……you……"

The mole-faced old man suspected that his ears were broken, and was about to make another lie.

Ye Yang directly handed the sunglasses to him: "Old man, you didn't take off the label cleanly, the suspenders are still on it! I gave you ten yuan, if I didn't see that you liked me, I would have offered five yuan!"

"Puff..."

Several girls and the stall owners beside him were amused.

"This young man is really good, I like him!"

"Haha, Lao Hou overturned, and a twenty-year-old young man turned the car around!"

Several stall owners laughed out loud.

"Ahem, now... ten yuan is ten yuan!"

The mole-faced old man lied without blushing, and he still smiled even after being exposed.

Others were the same. Obviously, this is the norm in the antique market, intrigue and deception, psychological game.

"That's the price just now."

Ye Yang casually threw him five yuan: "No need to change."

"Hey, you!!!"

This time, the mole old man really suffered a loss, and a painful expression appeared on his face.