Jin Buhuan seemed to gain new vitality the next day, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. Before the old shopkeeper Qian Yaoming started working, he had already come to Longqantang early for cleaning.
Qian Yaoming entered the store and his eyes lit up. The new owner had already cleaned the store and made it look brand new. He secretly screamed something bad: "Too bad, when the original boss transferred the store, I stayed here in order not to follow the hassle."
"The new boss seems to have a strong will to fight and makes people unable to be lazy. Are my old bones going to be squeezed dry?"
"Good morning, Uncle Ming."
"Why"
Qian Yaoming was immersed in his endless thoughts. When his name was suddenly called, he was startled. He immediately concentrated his attention and asked humbly: "Boss, is there anything you need me to do?"
"Uncle Ming, you are a veteran in the store, and I am still a fledgling young man. From now on, in front of others, please don't call me boss, just call me Xiao Jinzi."
"It's not okay to do this. You are the boss and I am a part-time worker. If I call you by your first name, it will break the rules. Right, Gold?"
"Ha ha!"
Jin Buhuan couldn't help laughing. This old gentleman was really funny and unique.
"That's good, Uncle Ming. There are only two of us in the store now. I'm afraid that if I'm temporarily absent in the future, you won't be able to handle it alone..."
"Boss, I understand. I will post the recruitment notice immediately."
Without waiting for more money, Qian Yaoming couldn't wait to walk out of the store with red paper and a brush and started writing the recruitment advertisement.
The boss is a hard worker, and he can't stand this old man, so it would be better to recruit new employees.
Qian Yaoming finished writing and posting the recruitment advertisement, but something suddenly occurred to him.
"I almost forgot. Yesterday, a man came to the store and said he had goods that came out of the soil. He wanted to see if we could take them."
Local goods is the code word for antique shops, which are things recently dug up from graveyards.
"Professional countryman?"
Tufuzi is a compliment to the tomb robbers.
"It looks quite simple, and the dress doesn't look like a professional grave robber. I think it was something he found in his own ancestral grave."
"This kind of product is pure and does not have an earthy smell, so of course I have to accept it."
"That's good, I'll contact him right away and ask him to bring the goods over."
…
Jin Buhuan and Uncle Ming waited until it was almost closing in the afternoon before the person they made an appointment arrived.
Dressed in coarse linen clothes and with tanned skin, he looked like a down-to-earth farmer.
"Are you the boss here?"
"Are you really the boss here?"
Seeing that Jin Buhuan was so young, the visitor couldn't help but ask.
"You have goods to sell, I will collect them. I will give you money, you don't need to care whether I am the boss or not."
"Have you brought the goods?" Jin Buhuan asked.
"Oh, I brought it with me, I brought it with me..."
"Take it out and let us take a look."
The other party looked at Qian Yaoming again, and after the latter nodded to him, he finally took out a large bowl from a tight package wrapped in several layers of handkerchiefs.
This porcelain is an imitation of a folk kiln product from the Qing Dynasty during the Republic of China. The craftsmanship is acceptable, but the value is not very high.
"I can only give you this number."
As he spoke, Jin Buhuan held out five fingers.
"What! Five hundred? That's too little. I took the trouble to get it from the village. It's already a lot of travel expenses. You can add some more boss."
"How much do you want?"
"seven……."
Before he could finish speaking, the other party saw Jin Buhuan put down the bowl and was about to leave, so he quickly changed his words and said, "Six hundred, no more."
"Okay, Uncle Ming, let him sign the contract and pay him."
Uncle Ming complied with the order and drafted a contract and handed it to the peasant man, saying: "Brother, please sign here. The money and goods will be cleared, and we will not owe each other."
The strong man wondered: "Why do you still need to sign?"
"Don't worry, this is the product of the Republic of China, so you won't go to jail."
The other party was also a smart man. He rolled his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Then...is it true that things before the Republic of China were illegal and more valuable?"
Jin Buhuan and Uncle Ming's eyes lit up after hearing this, and they said in unison: "Do you have it?"
"There must be!"
He glanced around to make sure no one else heard, then lowered his voice and continued: "Actually, what I want to tell you is that this time we are digging only my grandfather's grave. My ancestors were buried in the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty. They are high-ranking officials. I can be sure that the funerary objects in their tombs are definitely much more precious than what we see now!"
Uncle Ming couldn't help laughing and scolding: "I'll go, I can't help but laugh and scold you, why are you doing so badly!"
"Well, it's a long story. I have milk but no mother. My ancestors were prominent, but they declined in my father's generation. In order to support the family, I can only become a farmer. I won't go into details. Do you want to accept other things? "
"As long as the goods are good, I'll definitely accept it."
"That would be great, but our village is too far away from the city, and the road conditions are very poor. I'm worried that everything will be damaged on the road. Can you come to our village tomorrow?"
"That's no problem. Tell Uncle Ming the location of your village, and we'll find a chance to go there tomorrow."
He left the address and sent the village man out of the store.
Qian Yaoming praised: "Jin Zi, I'm convinced. You can get something worth 8,000 yuan for only 600 yuan."
"It's really not my fault. I offered five thousand yuan, but he understood it as five hundred yuan."
This first business made him earn some small money, and his mood became very good. The items in the folk kilns of the Republic of China were large in number and generally not of high value. However, he recovered them for 600 and could sell them for at least 8,000, which made him a small profit.
Although the goal of earning one billion seems out of reach, a solid step has been taken. Is it still far away from the goal of earning one billion?
I have to admit, it’s really a bit far.
…
The antique shop business is comparable to the coffin shop. They are the kind of businesses that do not open for three years and last three years after opening. Take today for example. I collected a large bowl from the Republic of China at noon, but as the afternoon passed, not even a fly came in.
Jin Buhuan sat in the store and read a book about Tang Sancai in boredom, thinking to himself: "When will I be able to earn one billion? It's too far away from the goal now. My superpower can also treat patients with medical skills." , should I open a clinic and increase my sideline income?"
"Hello, I saw a recruitment notice posted on the window. Are you still missing people?"
A clear voice came in like a lark.
"Yes, of course we are still hiring."
Jin Buhuan raised his head to look at the person who had come. At this moment, the two looked at each other and said in unison: "Why is it you!"
