Emperor Ming's grandson

Chapter 29 Obtained the antique radio station!

Zhu Xiongying frowned slightly and pondered for a moment. Mu Jinyue must have good intentions, but he felt that this society was still too complicated. The people she brought might not necessarily have the same good intentions, and they might have other intentions to deceive her.

Because Zhu Xiongying felt that since people who could open a shop and sell antiques in such a mixed place were usually sharp-eyed and cunning people, otherwise they would not be able to make any money and the shop would not be able to continue, so he had better be a little cautious. After all, You must not have the intention to harm others, and you must not have the intention to guard against others.

Zhu Xiongying paid the money to the owner of the milk tea shop, and then bought a glass of ice milk tea and put it on the table without drinking it without inserting a straw.

"I'm strolling around and will come back later for a drink."

Zhu Xiongying walked out of the milk tea shop with her bag on her back, bought a magazine at a newsstand a few dozen steps away, and then sat on a stone bench in the alley diagonally opposite the milk tea shop.

He first tidied up his backpack, put the folding saber on the right, and then checked the other Hongwu banknotes placed inside. Then Zhu Xiongying opened the phone camera, expanded the magnification to the maximum, and used the camera slightly beyond the upper edge of the magazine. Aimed at the milk tea shop.

After a while, when he saw that Mu Jinyue came with only a rich middle-aged man in a suit and no one else behind him, Zhu Xiongying put away his cell phone, hung his backpack on his chest and left with newspapers and periodicals. He went over and rolled up the newspapers and put them in his bag as he walked.

"Hey, the young man came back very quickly." The owner of the milk tea shop said.

"Hmm, I just went there and bought a copy of "World of Weapons"."

Mu Jinyue introduced: "Xiongying, this is Uncle Zheng."

"Hello, Uncle Zheng."

"Hello, young man."

Looking at the clothes of this middle-aged man named Zheng and his attitude towards Mu Jinyue, Zhu Xiongying was basically relieved. Most likely, he was too careful.

Obviously, the other party looks quite rich. I don’t know whether the watch is real or fake, but such a high-end suit that fits him must be customized. He doesn’t look like an ordinary antique shop owner who opens a retail store to haggle. He should be doing big business. .

Zhu Xiongying motioned them to sit down, stretched out his left hand and pushed the milk tea with a straw in front of the middle-aged man: "This is for you to drink."

The middle-aged man was startled for a moment, looked at the camera in the milk tea shop that happened to be looking at them, and then looked at Zhu Xiongying's right arm holding a magazine in his bag, although he didn't know whether the other person was holding a treasure note or something else. What, but obviously this is a very cautious person.

He immediately burst into laughter: "Young man is interesting, very good. It's better to be smart."

"Uncle Zheng was joking. Please rest, let's talk here."

The middle-aged man named Zheng is well-informed and does not mind the other party's precautions. In fact, this is normal, although to him this is just a small business. If it were not for Mu Jinyue's request, He will definitely not come over. But thinking about it from another perspective, maybe for this young man, it is already his entire net worth, so it is normal to have this kind of defense.

After all, the words "dangerous rivers and lakes" are not just words. If it is too simple, it will really be easy for people to eat up everything.

"I heard you want to buy two antique radios?"

"Yes, I have some treasure notes in my hand. You can sell them to settle the account, or you can barter them."

"When did the treasure note come from? Can I check its condition?"

"Hongwu's fifteenth year."

Zhu Xiongying took out a single Hongwu treasure note left outside in a transparent document bag.

"Eighty to eighty percent, it's quite well preserved."

Pulling out the treasure note from the envelope, a flash of amazement flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. In fact, he deliberately understated this. In fact, it is okay to calculate 90% or slightly overestimate 91%.

"For my niece's sake, I'll give you 80% to 90%."

"If you can directly exchange the antique radio station, it will be considered as 80-90% new, otherwise it will be 90% new."

Zhu Xiongying's straightforward quotation made the middle-aged man feel a little embarrassed. He had a businessman's instinct and wanted to lower the price while also selling favors. He didn't expect that the other party knew the goods, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Okay, easy to talk."

"Is your antique radio station complete? What's the specific price? In addition, a matching hand-cranked generator or dry battery is also required."

Zhu Xiongying had already learned about the price range of antique radio stations on major auction websites before. In addition, he had just clearly stated that he was very aware of the market price and condition of Hongwu Baobao, which dispelled the water in the other party's evaluation. , I think that as long as this middle-aged man named Zheng wants to complete this business, he will not quote an outrageous price.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and then said: "What I have is not that expensive. The Hongwu treasure banknote in your hand is considered to be 80 to 90% fine, and one is enough to exchange for it. However, I have to first Go to the warehouse to look at the goods and make sure."

In fact, the middle-aged man did not just want to make this money. On the one hand, it was for Mu Jinyue's face, and on the other hand, he also wanted to clear his inventory. He had previously stocked up a bunch of antique military supplies from the last century but was rejected. Who would have thought that You don’t want to give up millions of deposits? And he won't be able to sell this kind of thing for a while, so selling it can be regarded as reducing the burden.

"No problem, I'll wait for your news." Zhu Xiongying said cheerfully. Zhu Xiongying sat there with Mu Jinyue, quietly waiting for news about the middle-aged man.

Not long after, he came back with two antique radios in a box in each hand.

"These are two radio stations. Take a look first."

The middle-aged man put the antique radio station on the table and said.

Zhu Xiongying carefully inspected the two radio stations. He had a general understanding of the structure of antique radio stations before, and they were quite well preserved.

Military supplies such as radio stations from the last century are different from other antiques. On the contrary, they are similar in nature to individual soldier rations and steel helmets. The cost of perfecting them is much higher than the old ones. There is no need to deliberately make them old. So Zhu Xiongying is not worried about buying second-hand goods.

As for antique radio stations, they are no longer usable, so there is no question of whether they can be used.

Therefore, he only needs to check to ensure the integrity of the radio station itself.

Zhu Xiongying checked the antique radio station with the flashlight that came with his mobile phone, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's pretty good. It looks like all the parts are complete."

The middle-aged man added: "The dry batteries left behind are in the box, but they are no longer usable."

He didn't ask Zhu Xiongying why he wanted these antique radio stations. In the antique business, there are buyers of all kinds, and he can make money by using them for whatever purpose. There is really no need to be so curious, otherwise he will tire himself to death. .

"Okay, let's start with these two this time. If you use them, you can buy more next time, try to be of the same model."

"Okay, I will try my best to find everything in the warehouse. If there is a shortage at that time, I will find a colleague to transfer it."

After getting a piece of Hongwu treasure banknote in Zhu Xiongying's hand, he checked and confirmed that it was correct. He stood up and patted Zhu Xiongying on the shoulder: "Young man, you are very good. If you need help with buying or selling in the antique shop in the future, although Come to me."

After saying that, he put a business card on the table, with the name Zheng Wu, the general manager of a company, and his mobile phone number printed on it.

After the transaction was completed, Zhu Xiongying felt relieved. He finally got the antique radio station he wanted at no cost. At the same time, he also had a way to buy and sell antiques, which may sometimes be more convenient than online.

Zhu Xiongying glanced at Mu Jinyue gratefully, and then said: "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I might not have been able to find such a straightforward seller."

After hearing this, Mu Jinyue smiled and shook her head and said, "Thank you for nothing. I just helped you with a small favor. If you need any help in the future, just come to me."

Zhu Xiongying took a thousand yuan from his wallet as agency fees, but Mu Jinyue refused to accept it.

Zhu Xiongying had no choice but to carry two boxes containing antique radio stations. After saying goodbye to Mu Jinyue, he turned and left the milk tea shop.

The moment he walked out of the door, Zhu Xiongying was also a little melancholy. If he could help it, he wouldn't want to sell Hongwu treasure banknotes on the auction website or discuss antique transactions in a milk tea shop. There are no other channels. Who doesn't want the driver to drive? How about taking the Maybach to the club to discuss business?
Mu Jinyue suddenly rushed out and shouted: "Zhu Xiongying, wait!"

Zhu Xiongying stopped and turned around to look at Mu Jinyue. Mu Jinyue ran in front of him, opened her mouth and suddenly paused.

Zhu Xiongying looked at the girl in front of him. He actually had something buried in his heart that he wanted to say to her, but Zhu Xiongying knew very well that he was just an ordinary person. Even if things changed now, there were still many things that he could not influence.

In other words, Zhu Xiongying is sure of the other person's intentions, but he is not sure what kind of future he can give him. Isn't that stupid? But at this time, the young man thought so simply and seriously.

The longing and admiration that they dare not say out loud now linger between the two of them, as if forming an invisible wall.

"You forgot to drink milk tea."

Only then did Zhu Xiongying remember that he had also bought a cup of iced milk tea. The middle-aged man didn't drink it, and he didn't drink it either.

"Don't drink anymore."

Zhu Xiongying looked at Mu Jinyue, who was a little frustrated, and suddenly said seriously: "Let's drink together next time."

Mu Jinyue's eyes lit up, and she seemed to have made some determination.

"When we meet next time?"

"must."

Sitting in a taxi on the way to the pier, Zhu Xiongying felt particularly relaxed. Several things at hand were completed. The smooth progress of everything made him full of expectations for the future. He couldn't wait to ask Grandpa's question about "soul travel" and "whether he is a time traveler".

At the same time, in the world of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang also officially urged the Ministry of Industry to transform the Mausoleum of Prince Yu in Zhongshan into the Holy Sun Altar. The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were notified, and they only waited for His Highness Prince Yu to perform a miracle in person and deliver the artifact. , the sealing ceremony will be carried out directly. And Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking about the "last life", and Zhu Yuanzhang also planned to ask it personally this time.

(End of this chapter)