Zhu Yu didn't expect Smith to be so excited, but since he planned to sell those gold coins here, he didn't hide it and said:
"I got one hundred and fifty new gold coins like this. If the price is right, I will consider selling them."
"One hundred and fifty..." Smith thought for a while and said:
"The maximum is two thousand two hundred and fifty US dollars per coin. I can only pay so much - the amount is too big, and I don't have much funds to mobilize. There are not many Morgan gold coins in existence now, so..."
"Okay, let's take this price." Zhu Yu said, "I'll get the goods, you wait a moment."
The gold coin Zhu Yu put in a cardboard box, he carried it into the counter and came to the room again.
After pouring the gold coins on the table, although Smith was prepared, he couldn't help but be excited for a while!
Unlike Zhu Yu's casual counting, Smith checked and appraised each item one by one, and finally raised his head and said to Zhu Yu:
"Zhu, you are really lucky! Among these one hundred and fifty gold coins, there is one misprinted coin with a very high value, and the others are normal Morgan gold coins."
"How much does that wrong version cost?" Zhu Yu nodded and said with a normal expression.
In fact, he really didn't notice the wrong version before. After all, he was not a professional.
However, Smith looked at Zhu Yu's expression and thought he was lucky. Sure enough, this was a trap Zhu set for himself! Seeing how calm his expression was, it meant that he knew there was a wrong version of the currency!
Fortunately, I was honest and didn't hide the wrong version of the currency, otherwise I might have lost this big customer!
This amount alone is enough for him to earn tens of thousands of dollars now!
"This one has been auctioned similarly." Smith flicked the gold coin and said, "Last year, the auction price was twelve thousand US dollars."
Zhu Yu was a little disappointed. It turned out that the price of the wrong version of the coin was not much higher!
"Okay, let's do what you said." The price Zhu Yu found ranged from two thousand to two thousand four hundred dollars, so the two thousand two hundred and fifty dollars given by Smith was considered a suitable price.
In the end, Zhu Yu left the business firm with US$348,000 - Smith gave him US$12,250 for the wrong coin, which was enough to make up for it.
And the record player stayed in the business.
After all this trouble, the sky had darkened. Zhu Yu went to Jason's house to have dinner and then went back to rest.
Reading as usual in the evening - Zhu Yu found that knowing more about the customs and customs of this beautiful country would be really helpful for his next treasure hunt.
In the middle of the night, Zhu Yu was disturbed by the harsh ringing of the bell.
Seeing the number on the phone, Zhu Yu cursed and answered the phone.
Ye Shenghua's words. This is really a reward for this world!
"Second brother, my second uncle wants to buy your broken knife and said he might go over and have a look."
Ye Shenghua also knew that it was night at Zhu Yu's place, so he stated the target straight to the point.
"How much can your second uncle bid?" Zhu Yu asked, "When I buy it back, the knife won't leak out again, right?"
"What do you mean by 'flowing out'?"
"I just want to ask, is it possible for your second uncle to sell this knife abroad again?"
"That's impossible!" Ye Shenghua said hurriedly, "The things my uncle started collecting ten years ago have never been sold! If it weren't for those foreign guys hyping up our country's cultural relics, my second uncle would still want to buy them from abroad. Some cultural relics are back!”
Zhu Yu had heard about the hype of foreign cultural relics.
After all, there are at least more than six million Chinese cultural relics preserved in museums of all sizes abroad.
And in China, they are all considered to be protected cultural relics of Level 2 or above.
Now that international speculators have seen that the domestic economy has improved and more and more people are spending money, they have deliberately joined forces and started to speculate on Chinese cultural relics, raising the prices extremely high.
Some people are really patriotic, and some people spend a lot of money to buy these things for reputation.
But is it worth it?
The benevolent sees benevolence and the wise see wisdom, right?
Maybe some people laughed secretly and regarded some people as leeks again.
After all, there are six million cultural relics - just like the fried blue and white flowers, one piece is worth hundreds of millions - how many leeks can be harvested?
Let's be more sensible.
"As long as I don't sell it, that's fine. But if I really want to sell it to your second uncle, I will sign an agreement when the time comes." Zhu Yu did not forget to remind him.
Although I know that this kind of thing is to guard against gentlemen and not villains, I still need to warn you.
"That's no problem." Ye Shenghua knew that this was the intended meaning of the question.
"Okay, I'll wait for your second uncle to come over." Zhu Yu agreed and then asked, "Will you come then?"
"Go!" Ye Shenghua said with a smile, "I haven't experienced the prosperity of the capitalist world. It's been so long since I graduated and I haven't met you a few times. Now I finally have the opportunity to be a big player. How can I let it go? ?”
Zhu Yu smiled. The innocent friendship between classmates is so good.
"By the way, since you promised me, don't let others see it recently." Ye Shenghua suddenly remembered a sentence, "My second uncle is afraid of being overtaken by others, but I am boasting about Haikou."
"Don't worry!" Zhu Yu agreed, "I said, this thing will only stay in China. Although some people are contacting me now, they mainly want to buy the knife and put it in a private museum abroad. I don't have that idea."
"That's good," Ye Shenghua said with satisfaction, "Just wait for me to come over."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Yu went to sleep again, but couldn't fall asleep anymore.
He simply picked up Joseph's diary and studied it.
The German officer who was suspected of escaping from World War II was named Brad, and you knew it was a pseudonym without asking.
The location of his manor and the location of his mines are recorded in detail in his notebook.
Taking a closer look at the diary, Zhu Yu had reason to suspect that Joseph's detailed diary was probably not just for curiosity - he seemed to be carrying out some kind of plan.
Zhu Yu plans to go to these two places to inquire and take a look when he gets up tomorrow.
Maybe I can find something!
After all, those guys looted too many things during World War II, and their value was truly immeasurable!
After confirming this plan, Zhu Yu fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, I was woken up by a phone call.
"Hello, is this Mr. Zhu Yuzhu?" The other person spoke a slightly distorted Mandarin.
"I am Zhu Yu, who are you?" Zhu Yu woke up.
"Hello, Mr. Zhu!" When the other party heard Zhu Yu's confirmation, he immediately said with a smile, "My surname is Liang, just call me Lao Liang. I made this call mainly because I heard that Mr. Zhu has a Tang Dao in his hand..."
Zhu Yu saw that the number was from New York and asked:
"Mr. Liang, I think you got the news from Mr. Tang. Didn't he tell you? I won't sell this Tang Dao for the time being."
"Not for sale?" Lao Liang was obviously a little surprised, "Mr. Zhu, the price is not a problem! As long as it is genuine..."
"Is Mr. Liang settled in New York?"
"Yes." Lao Liang didn't expect Zhu Yu to ask about his family affairs, so he said honestly, "I came here to invest twenty years ago, and then I became a naturalized citizen..."
"I'm sorry, I really don't want to sell it."
Lao Liang still wanted to ask, but Zhu Yu had already hung up the phone.
