Not long after, Qian Sheng came out of the inner room with a brown paper document bag in his hand and placed it in front of them.
"This is 30,000 yuan. The bank seal hasn't been broken yet. You two keep it while I keep this jar.
Mr. Lin, the deal is done, let’s hold hands! "
This was the rule of the earliest antique shops. Inquiries and counter-offers were all done on the cuff. Once the sale was concluded, both parties held hands, and a contract was concluded.
Lin Yi stretched out his hand and shook Qian Sheng's hand twice.
"Okay, then let's go south. Liuzi, tidy up these things and put them in a conspicuous place in front of you."
"Let's go, let's go, I'm already very hungry." Wang Qiang didn't hesitate. He just put the brown paper bag under his arm without even looking at it.
He pulled Lin Yi and walked out.
The three of them got up and left Xiuguzhai and went straight to Nanlaishun Shabu Shabu, a restaurant near Panjiayuan.
Qian Sheng seemed to be a regular customer. As soon as he entered, everyone in the restaurant was polite to him from top to bottom, calling him "Master Qian" one after another.
Wang Qiang was even envious after hearing this.
"Shopkeeper Qian, have you bought a stake in this restaurant?"
Qian Sheng waved his hands repeatedly.
"That's not true. Their restaurant is close by and has many private rooms. It happens to be a specialty of Shangjing, so I often bring some customers here to sit there, and we get to know each other as soon as we go back and forth.
A few years ago, when the antique business was at its peak, the son of the owner of a restaurant plunged into the antique shop, hoping to pick up the missing pieces. In the end, he was deceived to the point where he almost lost his pants. In the end, it was me who helped him. I went back to make up some more, otherwise the restaurant might have to be replaced.
Come on, let's sit down and eat and chat.
Master Liu, who is working for you in the kitchen, said, "I have an honored guest here today, so he can take care of it." "
As he spoke, Qian Sheng brought Lin Yi and Wang Qiang into a private room and sat down. He took out a large chrysanthemum tea from his bag and arranged for the waiter to make it for him before taking his seat.
"Shopkeeper Qian, what do you mean, Panjiayuan has nothing left to pick up now?"
Wang Qiang went straight to the topic when he came up.
After all, they had just tasted some benefits from picking up the missing pieces. If they can do this business well in the future, coupled with Qian Sheng's connections, it will definitely be a good business.
Unexpectedly, Qian Sheng waved his hand directly.
"Hey, Mr. Wang, look at what you're asking, what do you mean now? There was nothing left to pick up more than ten years ago.
But there is one section where we are talking about big leaks, not those stall products. If you say there are leaks, I will never argue with you.
What we do is not a business deal with them at all. "
When these words came out of someone else's mouth, Lin Yi felt that he might be bragging.
But when Qian Sheng said this, he couldn't help but not believe it.
This is the heir who has worked hard in Panjiayuan for four generations. Who knows the situation in Panjiayuan better than him?
Wang Qiang is still a little unwilling to give up. After all, the 30,000 yuan he just got was the result of a mistake they picked up.
"Maybe Panjiayuan didn't miss it. Are there any other places?"
"Yes, there must be, it can only be said to be a small probability event. What is it that we missed and picked up? Isn't it just an information gap? We know the goods of this thing, but he doesn't know the goods, so if we miss it, we will pick it up.
But in this era of information explosion, he doesn't know the goods, but he can search online and find people to ask. After this back and forth, the information gap has been smoothed out. Can this still be considered an omission? Where can I pick up the leak? "
After Qian Sheng said these words, Lin Yi couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
This kid does have something, and he really made the matter of picking up leaks very clear.
It seems that the way to get rich by picking up leaks in Panjiayuan is not feasible.
Let's think of other ways.
The three of them chatted for a short time before the waiter came in carrying a cloisonné pot with burning charcoal fire.
Next came a variety of freshly cut mutton, sesame sauce, soybean curd, chive flowers, sesame seed cakes and freshly cooked chili pepper segments. The entire private room was filled with the aroma of chili oil and sesame sauce.
It brought out all the greedy things in Wang Qiang's stomach.
"Use your chopsticks, you're welcome. You can eat or drink as you please. Do whatever makes you happy."
"Shopkeeper Qian, then I'm not welcome!"
Wang Qiang stood up directly, put two plates of meat rolls directly into the pot, rolled them twice, took them out, and stuffed them into his mouth with sesame sauce.
He was eating like a storm. Lin Yi and Qian Sheng took a few bites and started chatting again.
Qian Sheng's family has been dealing with antiques since his great-grandfather's generation.
At that time, it was because Mr. Qian knew kung fu that he worked as a nurse for a palace eunuch in the capital.
These eunuchs have money in their pockets and have nowhere to spend it, so they like to play with antiques in an arty way. Some of them are bought by themselves, some are filial to other local officials, and some are rewarded by their superiors.
From this, Mr. Qian came into contact with a lot of good things.
Later, there was a great change, and the master of the Forbidden City was beaten until he was running around like a lost dog. These eunuchs secretly took things from the palace in exchange for money.
It is said that at that time, all those doing antiques in Liulichang made a fortune.
Mr. Qian is no exception.
The old eunuch had no descendants and no relatives at home. Finally he closed his eyes and kicked off.
Saving up this house of treasures will make everything cheaper, Mr. Qian.
At that time, we were in troubled times. As the saying goes, you play with antiques in prosperous times and buy gold in troubled times.
Mr. Qian turned all these antiques into cash and took his whole family to the south to avoid trouble.
From then on, he completely embarked on the path of throwing away antiques.
When Grandpa Qian Sheng became the shopkeeper, in compliance with the old man's last wish, the whole family moved back to Shangjing and continued to make a living in the antique business.
During the turmoil and their home being ransacked, the Qian family gritted their teeth and held on, continuing their business to this day.
Qian Sheng has been helping on his family's cabinet since he was a child. He has learned from his ancestors orally from generation to generation and developed a sharp eye.
I also studied antique appraisal in college, which can be regarded as a combination of academic class and family education. After graduation, I inherited my father's business in Panjiayuan.
Even though he is only in his twenties, in the entire Panjiayuan, everyone who meets him has to call him "Shopkeeper Qian". There is nothing more than admiration for his ability.
In all these years of working in the industry, I have never had an eye-opener.
If someone is unsure about something, as long as shopkeeper Qian looks at it and nods, it is sure to be correct.
Listening to his story, Lin Yi felt a burst of joy in his heart.
Unexpectedly, they bumped into each other randomly and met a real expert!
"Eating too much mutton can easily lead to internal heat, so I have to drink chrysanthemum tea. In front of you, Mr. Lin, I would say that this is just a fool's errand.
However, I have another remedy. I usually use this chrysanthemum tea to wash my eyes, so that my eyes won’t blink when I see things. "
Qian Sheng was obviously joking, but Wang Qiang took it seriously. He dipped some chrysanthemum tea in his hand and wiped it on his eyes, saying something while wiping it.
"To be honest, the two of us originally planned to pick up things in Panjiayuan today. After listening to what you just said, we can't do this job anymore."
Hearing this, Qian Sheng frowned and asked in confusion:
"No way, you two are both talented masters, so why bother picking up the slack?"
Lin Yi and Wang Qiang looked at each other and laughed.
"You wouldn't think that the jar we sold you before was a clear weapon we dug out of the soil, right?"
Qian Sheng's expression changed instantly.
"Is not it?"
"That's what we picked up and bought in the ghost market in Xijing a few days ago."
Wang Qiang showed off proudly.
"That's right, a man with a Xifu accent sold it to us."
Lin Yi added.
"Xijing, ghost market, Xifu accent."
Qian Sheng muttered, and suddenly slapped his thigh:
"Hey, you two, you missed a good opportunity to pick up a big leak!"
(End of chapter)
