Boss Song has really opened his eyes. Chen Yang has been discovering good things ever since he entered this street. Of course, these things are not priceless items, but... they can't be like buying Chinese cabbage!
Soapstone, some fine jade jewelry, white porcelain tureens... After a while, Chen Yang had packed a lot into the sack, and even bought a few Moutai bottles from the 1980s.
These things together can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, but the cost price is low, that is, the price is only a few hundred yuan.
The other Boss Songs were acceptable, but Boss Song stared at this Moutai bottle for a long time and didn't see the reason.
"Brother, what do you want this wine bottle for? Isn't it because you are addicted to collecting rags?" Fang Ziwei followed next to him and asked in confusion.
"That's Brother Chen," Boss Song said next to him, "You still have to spend money to buy this wine bottle? If you want it, I will get you some empty bottles later. I have thrown away a lot at home."
Chen Yang looked back at Song Qingyun, showing off his wealth, nakedly showing off his wealth! Not to mention the 1990s, it was only when I was in my forties that I drank real Moutai for the first time! This guy actually said that he threw away a lot, which is really irritating!
"Okay," Chen Yang rolled his eyes at Song Qingyun, "Boss Song, if your family is drinking Maotai in the future, please let me know and I will come to collect it and give you a meal along the way!"
"That's not a problem, but what do you want this wine bottle for?"
"Business confidential, no comment!"
After speaking, Chen Yang picked up the sack and continued walking forward. Boss Song and Fang Ziwei looked at each other, and Fang Ziwei smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Several people walked forward, but they didn't know that they were being watched behind them. A man wearing an undershirt and rubbing two jade fitness balls in his hands frowned and looked at Chen Yang and the others.
"Boy Tao, how have I seen these people before?" the man asked a stall owner.
The stall owner was a young man. He looked up and immediately showed a respectful look on his face, "Master Luo, I don't know you either. I bought a lot of things. I guess I was just passing by."
This is no ordinary customer. The tattered vase that Chen Yang bought just now. Although it doesn’t look like much, he can tell at a glance that it is from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. These two men and one woman are definitely here. Those who pick up leaks are just picking up leaks with a sack. This guy is too underestimated!
"Boss, your plate is like this, you still want 50 yuan?" Chen Yang squatted on the ground, holding a plate in his hand. The plate was dirty. You could tell who it was.
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