Collecting rags and leaks live broadcast, making huge profit of 100,000 times at the beginning

Mei Lanfang!

The seal on the fan was actually Mr. Mei Lanfang, a generation of Peking Opera masters!

At

this moment, the results of the systematic appraisal also appeared in front of him.

Item: Red Flower Bird Fan

Details: A paper fan given to his friend Zhang Jiansheng by Mei Lanfang, a generation of Peking Opera master.

Material: Lei bamboo, cotton paper

age: 1922 Quality

: Broken

summary: worth collectingReference

price: 40-980,000

yuan Recycling price: 600,000 yuan

Seeing the results of the system identification, Wang Heng instantly flaxen!

He couldn't wait to look up to the sky and shout three times, go to the temple next to the Confucian Temple to put incense, and thank the gods and Buddhas of the sky!

"Young man, if you don't buy it, put it down quickly, these are not tattered things, they are old objects handed down by the elders in the family, and there are thousands of people who want to meet those who know the goods!" Zhang Jincai squinted his thief's small eyes and said proudly.

Wang Heng asked him quietly: "I know it's not rags, how do you sell these things?"

"One hundred yuan per piece, no counteroffer." "

The things on his stall are all modern things, and naturally they can't be compared to antiques.

But the price of a hundred yuan a piece is definitely not cheap.

At this time, in the live broadcast room, water friends are also discussing.

"This old man has an eye for money, right? It's all in tatters, I don't know how much I threw away when my house was cleaned, how can it be so expensive!"

"What is the seal on that fan?"

"It's a seal script, a little blurry, it seems to be called Mei or something, it is estimated which girl painted it."

"I want all two cents and a pound!"

Wang Heng ignored these Han Han, pointed to the telegraph machine and asked: "Old man, this telegraph machine also sells for a hundred yuan?" "

Yes, my father was a correspondent when he was alive, and this was used by him when he was a soldier, and it has long been broken." Zhang Jincai pretended to sigh, in fact, this thing was received by him for five yuan.

"Then I'll buy this telegraph, plus this fan, a hundred lines?" Wang Heng slashed in half.

If the telegraph is repaired, it may be sold to the crew of the Anti-Japanese War drama, and no matter how bad it is, it can be sold to military enthusiasts, but he can't let the old man see that he actually wants the folding fan.

"A hundred is not enough. Zhang Jincai raised his face and said: "If you don't buy it, just leave quickly, I don't sell these things in tatters

!" Wang Heng clicked, and put the bronze tripod on the tricycle in front of him: "Then what should I do with you with this thing, I bought it for three hundred at another uncle's just now, when you sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival, swing it in front of the old lady's grave like this, and use it as an incense burner, how magnificent!"

The water friends in the live broadcast room instantly laughed.

"it! Mr. Wang, you are playing six! The big bronze tripod of the Song Dynasty sacrificed to the sky and used it as an incense burner for the old father?"

"This kid is really not authentic, he bought it for 100 yuan, and he was stunned to say 300.

"It's shameful to fool the elderly, this anchor doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young at all, and is gone!" Zhang

Jincai looked at the weight of this big ding, and was obviously moved.

If you meet a foreigner who doesn't know the goods, the weight and style of this Dading alone can be sold for two or three thousand!

Wang Heng struck while the iron was hot, and hurriedly preached: "The uncle said that this is a bronze ware of the Song Dynasty, although it is somewhat fake, but it is also worth it to put the incense burner at home as a worship to the ancestors, and you really don't lose money in exchange for your two old objects."

"Okay, but this thing is so heavy, you're going to have to send it home for me. Zhang Jincai stepped forward and knocked on the bronze tripod, and said with a smile, a bronze tripod, in exchange for two worthless rags, is indeed not a loss.

Wang Heng patted the seat of the tricycle: "Isn't this a Ferrari luxury car, I will not only deliver it to your doorstep, but also help you move into the house." After

a flicker, Zhang Jincai happily agreed, and hurriedly put away the rags on the stall, and asked Wang Heng to send the bronze tripod to his house.

Fortunately, his house is not very far, in an old residential building nearby.

Going downstairs with a folding fan and a telegraph, Wang Heng's face blossomed with happiness.

This fan is a good thing with a recycling price of 600,000 yuan

! It will not be opened for half a month, but it will be open for three years!

He hurriedly used the repair function of the system to restore this folding fan to its original state, and there was not the slightest flaw in it.

As for the telegraph, it wasn't worth wasting his hard-earned repair points for the time being.

Seeing Wang Heng pedaling on a tricycle and leaving quickly like a thief, the sailors in the live broadcast room were confused and sent barrage inquiries one after another.

"Mr. Wang, have you found a treasure? The telegraph machine seems to be an old object from the Anti-Japanese War, and it has made a lot of money for 100 yuan.

"The problem is, no one seems to use this thing, right?"

"Someone bought this kind of thing during the Anti-Japanese War, but it couldn't sell for much money, and it cost a thousand yuan." "

Not only that, but when you meet someone who looks at the right eye, three thousand is also it.

Wang Heng glanced at the barrage, put a slipper on the foot brake, parked the car on the side of the road, and said proudly: "Do you really think I have taken a fancy to that telegraph?

"What I really want is this thing!" he

said, flashing out the intact folding fan and focusing the camera on the red stamp.

"See, Master Mei Lanfang's hand poke, it's really true!" There

are many young people in the live broadcast room who have never heard of this name.

But there are also many middle-aged people in their thirties and forties who know this master in the history of Peking Opera.

"! won't you really pick it up, right?"

"Who is Mei Lanfang

?" "Is she famous?" "Go home and ask your grandparents! Back then, everyone knew the master of

Peking Opera!" "Peking Opera actor? Her fan is very valuable?"

"It's not her, it's him! People are men!"

"Mr. Wang, I want this fan, let's make a price."

"Can't this be three

carnivals?" Looking at the barrage that kept drifting, Wang Heng said with a smile: "Three carnivals? Three hundred is about the same!" "

Mr. Wang, you just blow it, few people now know who Mei Lanfang is, and it will be sold for 10,000 yuan at most." "

I want this fan, I want it, I advise you to raise the price higher, don't be ignorant!" "

Three hundred carnivals? You are so dark!"

Wang Heng smiled and said nothing, the recycling price given by this fan system is as high as 600,000 yuan, why is it not worth three hundred carnivals?

He pedaled the tricycle and rode to the nearby antique street.

No matter how good something is, you have to meet someone who knows how to do it.

One thing the sailors are not wrong, most young people don't know Mei Lanfang, this fan can only be sold to the old rich uncle, otherwise if the other party doesn't know the goods, three thousand is enough for someone to ask.

And the reason why he knew this Peking Opera master was that he heard his grandfather hum Peking Opera when he was a child, and he had an impression in his mind.

At that time, my grandfather admired this master very much, and he was a die-hard fan, but unfortunately he died of illness ten years ago.

Coming to the largest antique shop, Wang Heng walked in with the steps of not recognizing his six relatives.

A young female clerk with a ponytail heard the footsteps, and immediately shouted mechanically: "Welcome, what do you want to buy?"

When she looked up, Wang Heng was dressed in a stall, looking shabby, and saw a dilapidated tricycle parked at the door, she immediately took it back with a smile, and sneered: "It turned out to be a rag collector, there are no waste paper boxes in our store, let's go." "