My life has subtitles

Chapter 2 Comic Strip

After reading these subtitles, Yang Chen was not in a hurry to start.

When buying antiques, you have to make a splash in the east and attack in the west!
If you act too impatient and have too strong a purpose, you can easily be manipulated by your boss.

This is what he learned last night while studying antiques.

So he didn't take another look at the comic book, but picked up the blue and white porcelain plate on top of the comic book again and asked: "Boss, how do you sell this?"

The boss looked very interested when he saw him picking up the blue and white porcelain plate repeatedly and smacked his lips: "This is the blue and white porcelain from the Qianlong period. It was produced by an official kiln and costs at least 50 yuan."

"..."

Yang Chen just wanted to spray him in the face.

Do you really dare to raise a price? You dare to ask for 50 yuan for a piece of rubbish. If I don't show some ability to suppress you, do you really think that I am a noob?

Switch subtitles instantly with a thought Function type: Analysis.

Suddenly, all the fake features of this blue and white porcelain plate popped out along with the subtitles.

Yang Chen read while watching.

"This blue and white porcelain plate is too new, with tiny bubbles, different colors, overly smooth glaze, and stiff patterns... It looks fake at first glance, and you want 50 from me?"

"Stop talking."

"200 yuan, do you want to sell it?"

"If you don't sell it, you'll be defeated."

Yang Chen came out with some professional terminology and quoted the market price given by the system, which directly bluffed the boss.

After being stunned for a moment, he nodded and said with a smile: "Young man, can't you see that you are still an expert? Okay, 200 is just 200, I'll sell it to you."

Yang Chen smiled and pointed at the comic strip under the blue and white porcelain plate.

"Sell me the old book on which you put the plate, too."

"I'll take it back and continue to pad it, pretending to be awesome."

"How many?"

Hearing this, the boss smiled and said: "This is what I use to cushion the porcelain, but it is still an old thing after all. If you want it, give me 100 to take it away."

Obviously, the boss took a wrong look at this comic book worth 6 yuan.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t use it as a cushion.

Yang Chen shook his head.

"10 yuan!"

"A total of 210 including the blue and white porcelain plate."

"If it works, I'll pay and take it. If it doesn't, forget it."

Seeing Yang Chen getting up to leave, the boss quickly stopped him and finally opened his mouth. Of course he couldn't let it go: "Okay, 210 is 210, just treat it as a friend."

Yang Chen then scanned the code and left with two newly bought treasures.

As for the boss's eye-catching, it's because he has no vision. In the antique business, it all depends on his ability. One hand pays the money and the other hand delivers the goods. He picks the holes and picks out the leaks. Everyone has their destiny.

……

Yang Chen walked to the side and took out the comic book "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" there to look at it carefully.

This is the painted version released in 1955.

In those days, most of the paintings were in black and white, so the painted version was more precious.

Yu Lianyuan?
Have not heard.

I checked on my mobile phone and found that he is not a particularly famous calligraphy and painting master, but the advantage is that this comic book has exquisite paintings and is rare in existence, making it more valuable for collection.

And it’s also an autographed version.

It’s worth 6, which makes sense.

After putting away the comic strips, Yang Chen walked to another stall and placed the blue and white porcelain plate he just bought in front of the stall owner.

"Boss, do you accept this?"

The boss took one look at it, but didn’t take any action, and said directly: “Fake!”

Yang Chen smiled: "The boss has a good eye! Don't worry about the authenticity, just accept it or not. The shape and craftsmanship of this plate are also exquisite and beautiful. Even if it is a fake, it is still worth something."

"I'll sell it to you for 400 if you want it."

The boss then took action, picked up the blue and white porcelain plate, looked at it, and then stretched out three fingers.

"300!"

Yang Chen immediately nodded: "Deal!"

I bought it for 200 and sold it for 300, making a net profit of 100. If the transaction is not completed, what are you waiting for?
There are not many bosses who are so generous.

After collecting the money, Yang Chen did not continue to pick up the leaks. He first found a place to sell the comic strips.

This time, he did not choose to sell to a street vendor. Instead, he walked across the square and walked directly to the shops behind the square. After all, relatively speaking, the economic strength and professionalism of the shops were much higher than that of the street vendors.

When you walk into the store, the environment immediately becomes antique.

This is a bit like an antique city.

There are many shops on both sides.

In the middle is an antique sidewalk.

Walking there, it feels like traveling through time and space. Yang Chen chose a shop called [Zhenbaozhai] and walked over.

Enter the store.

The store is not big, about a hundred square meters.

The surrounding walls are square wooden grids filled with various old objects.

There is an ancient tea table in the middle of the shop.

The boss was making tea. When he saw someone coming to the door, he looked up and smiled.

"Welcome, feel free to take a look."

Yang Chen didn't waste any time and directly explained his purpose: "Boss, do you recycle comic books here?"

The boss's hand froze.

"Little brother, I recycle antiques here. You'd better sell things like comic books to a junk shop."

Yang Chen knew that he had misunderstood.

"I'm not here to sell waste paper."

"Published in 1955, signed by Mr. Yu Lianyuan, the painted version of the comic book "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", are you interested in recycling it?"

When he heard that it was an old book, the boss nodded.

"Please sit down."

"Please show it to me."

Yang Chen sat down and handed over the comic strip.

The boss took the comic strip, made a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Chen: "You drink the tea first, wait a moment, and I will test it."

After speaking, open the comic strip and look at it carefully.

A few minutes later, the boss put down the comic book: "Little brother, although this old book of yours is genuine, it is of different quality, distorted in color, and has some damage."

"Not worth the money!"

Yang Chen did not refute: "Oh, how much do you think it's worth?"

The boss held out a finger: "Ten thousand yuan is the most. This thing belongs to a niche, and there are very few people who collect it. I accepted it from you, but I don't know how long it will take to sell it."

"Ten thousand?"

Yang Chen curled his lips and smiled.

The market price given by the system is 6 million.

The actual value is also 6.

This boss gave me 10,000 yuan, so he was obviously treating himself as a novice.

Yang Chen was not angry.

Instead, he calmly looked at the bracelet on the boss's wrist and said calmly: "Boss, the string of Ganan Fragrance, Fortune and Longevity Eighteen-child Buddha beads on your hand must have come from the palace of the Qing Dynasty."

"Agarwood from India."

As soon as these words came out, the boss's expression changed slightly.

It can be seen that his bracelet is made of Gananxiang Fushou Shibazi Buddhist beads, which is known to most antique collectors.

But one can tell at a glance that it is an object from the Qing palace, and can also tell the place of origin. Experts in the antique world may not have this ability.

The boss immediately put away his contempt.

When he looked at Yang Chen again, his eyes were straight.

"Since my little brother is an expert, I just took the liberty of being clumsy."

After speaking, he straightened up: "How much do you plan to do with this comic book?"

Yang Chen didn't hide it, and directly reported the actual value given by the system: "6!"

Upon hearing the price, the boss shook his head: "6 is a bit expensive. The market price of this book is around 5, depending on the condition. I only bought it to sell it, so I must make some money."

"Let's do it, fixed price, 5!"

"If that's okay, I'll transfer the money now."

Yang Chen thought for a while, and it seemed to be the reason.

When sold to businesses and individuals, the prices are naturally different.

Merchants have to make money by flipping things.

I personally bought it for collection. If I like it, let alone 6 yuan, 10 to 8 yuan is not impossible.

But if there is no way for individual buyers, it will be difficult to find them.

It also takes time.

5.5, the price given by the merchant is quite reasonable.

Yang Chen nodded.

"Okay, I'll sell you."

Soon, Yang Chen's mobile phone received a text message from the bank: Your last 4826 savings card has received 55000 yuan, China Construction Bank.