Lin Feifei glanced at He Ren.
He Ren was happy. He and Lin Feifei had known each other for less than two hours, and they had already learned the tricks of Zhang Nuo and Liu Fei. When buying something, take a look at yourself first...
He Ren nodded slightly, and Lin Feifei happily took out 500 yuan and bought 11 little people's books. Then she smiled sweetly and said to the camera, "I'm not as rich as Brother Ren, so I can only buy some gadgets for everyone to draw." , I hope everyone won’t dislike it.”
The friends in Lin Feifei's live broadcast room were very happy. Some people didn't care whether the prizes were worth anything, they cared whether the anchor had them in his heart.
Ye Zi was very embarrassed. If Lin Feifei did this, it would be difficult for her to step down.
Sighing, Ye Zi also took five villain books, and then said cutely to the boss, "Boss, my salary is too low, can I get one for free if I buy five?"
The boss had never seen such a posture before. His bones were numb at that time, "If you can give it away, you can take your pick."
Ye Zi just smiled, then picked another book and transferred 250 yuan to the boss. Fortunately, the Yuhua Stone that He Ren gave her just now can be sold for two to three thousand yuan, which is not a loss.
"Brothers, my salary is not as high as Sister Feifei or Brother He Ren, so I will buy less. Gifts are less important than affection, so don't dislike it."
After finishing speaking, Ye Zi looked at He Ren with burning eyes, meaning to ask He Ren to tell him how much the little book she bought was worth.
He Ren thought about it for a while, and then said, "The books you picked are all single volumes of painting editions. The value is not too high, and the age is not too old. They cost two to three hundred yuan per book. If you meet someone who is destined, it will cost you five." Six hundred is also possible.”
Lin Feifei and Ye Zi were relatively satisfied, and the boss was actually very satisfied as well.
There are actually not many people who collect comic books, and there are not many comic books from the 1950s and 1960s that exist. The so-called 85 pieces are in the same condition.
He Ren is right, it can indeed be sold for a few hundred yuan a copy, maybe five or six hundred yuan. The problem is that you have to meet a destined person. In this day and age, where can you find so many destined people?
This boss has been setting up stalls in several ghost markets in Beijing for several years, but he has not sold many copies. This time, he sold more than ten copies at once, and it was too late for him to be happy...
Ye Zi keenly captured the information in He Ren's words, "It's not that old? How old is the history of comic books?"
He Ren laughed, "If we talk about history, there have been comic books since the Han Dynasty."
As soon as He Ren said this, all the treasure friends exploded.
"There were comic books in the Han Dynasty? Printing was only available in the Tang Dynasty, and movable type printing was only available in the Song Dynasty. How could there be comic books in the Han Dynasty?"
"Don't worry. I'm not talking about the kind painted on paper. "Tu Bo Eating Snake" and "Sheep Riding a Flying Crane" on the lacquer coffin of Mawangdui; the mural "Nine-Colored Deer Bunsen" in Mogao Grottoes Aren't they both comic strips and "The Picture of Cutting Meat and Trading Pigeons"?"
The treasure friends immediately said that He Ren had changed the concept. He Ren laughed, "Ah, yes, yes. Not counting the ones on the coffin and the wall, then the "Pictures of Confucius' Sacred Relics" from the Wanli Period of the Ming Dynasty is finally a comic book, right? That's it. At the National Library, you can go and have a look if you have nothing to do.”
"During the Republic of China, Shanghai World Book Company published comic books such as "Journey to the West", "Water Margin", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Fengshen Bang" and "Yue Zhuan". If someone has a complete set and the quality is good, it can be sold for tens of thousands or ten thousand dollars. Tens of thousands is possible.”
The boss took over the conversation at this time, "My brother is right. Ten years ago, the original manuscript of Cheng Shifa's "Brothers" sold for more than 500,000 yuan. There are still valuable comic strips, but they must be well preserved, preferably in complete sets. Sole copy or original manuscript.”
He Ren took advantage of the boss's conversation and pretended not to care and picked up the set of thread-bound books that he had just noticed, "Boss, what's the price of this set of "Fang's Calligraphy Book"?"
The boss pointed his index finger and thumb, "It doesn't matter how much you want, just give me ten thousand!"
The treasure friends were all crazy with joy.
"Have these street stall owners made an appointment? Eighty thousand for everything?"
"When the boss talks about money, his accent changes..."
Of course, there are also some venomous treasure friends who said, "Boss, be careful, the anchor will pick up what you missed."
He Ren slapped his forehead. The boss couldn't see the barrage anyway, "Boss, please stop making trouble. This book is so new, why is it worth 10,000 yuan?"
Lin Feifei also echoed, "That's right, this book looks modern at first glance. Why?"
The boss smiled and looked at Lin Feifei, "Little girl, you don't understand. This is "Fang's Ink Collection". Although it is not a print version, the ink collection on it is all copied from it. This is Books from the Ming Dynasty, how many years have they been around now? Eighty thousand yuan is really not expensive."
Several people looked at each other, ""Fang's Calligraphy Book"? What is that? Also, what is printmaking?"
He Ren took over, "Printmaking is to carve pictures on wood, stone or copper plates, which is similar to engravings in printing."
""Fang's Ink Book" is one of the four major ink books in the Ming Dynasty. It has six volumes, namely National Treasure, Guohua, Bogu, Museum, Magical Treasure, and Hongbao, involving characters, animals, myths, legends, history, etc. . It also has an introduction and pictures. It was made by Fang from many famous artists and took five years to make. It is very valuable for collection."
The boss laughed loudly, "My brother is right. "Fang's Calligraphy Book" is from the Ming Dynasty, so 80,000 yuan is really not expensive."
He Ren shook his head like a rattle, ""Fang's Calligraphy" is from the Ming Dynasty, but you are not sure. Two years ago, Shandong Pictorial Publishing House also published a set of "Fang's Calligraphy", which was also from the Ming Dynasty. From the Ming Dynasty? This set of books of yours is so new, it is unlikely to be the original Ming Dynasty."
"Uh..." The boss hesitated for a moment, then chuckled, "There were many collectors in the Ming Dynasty, and they took good care of them."
As soon as He Ren saw the boss's expression, he knew that he was not sure about the specific year of this set of "Fang's Calligraphy Book". "Looking at the quality of the paper, I think it is from the Republic of China at most. 80,000 yuan must be expensive."
Seeing that He Ren put the book on the stall without any hesitation, the boss became anxious and said, "Don't bother me, little brother, just make a price and treat it as a friend."
"Let's say one thousand." Seeing that the boss was so angry that he was about to stand up, He Ren quickly added, "One thousand per book, six thousand in total, let's make it five thousand, right?"
The boss looked like you're kidding me, and He Ren's title changed from little brother to big brother, "Brother, don't make trouble, you can't bargain like this, from 80,000 to 5,000? Why don't you How about cutting it to five hundred?"
"You sell it for five hundred?"
The boss was choked. He held it for a long time before saying, "Five hundred? I might as well keep the five hundred for myself. If you want ten thousand yuan, take it."
Baoyou laughed loudly, "See how angry the anchor is with his boss? He doesn't even want to make friends anymore."
He Rencai didn't care whether the boss wanted to make friends or not, so he took out his mobile phone and scanned 10,000 yuan, then picked up six books and turned around and left, for fear that the boss would regret it...
