2 Chapter 2 The Priceless Ticket King

"Isn't it Yu? I haven't handed in waste for a long time. I thought you were quit!"

A middle-aged man's voice interrupted Chen Yu's thought. It was the owner of this reclamation depot, Wang Laifu.

When Chen Yu first collected scrap, he often came to this reclamation depot to sell the goods. But as time went by, he found that Wang Laifu was a profiteer. The price of the garbage was lower than that of others, so he didn't come again.

In order to get the pile of waste books, Chen Yu said with a perfunctory smile, "I was busy dealing with school exams some time ago, so I didn't collect much scape. I happened to be free today, so I bought some and sold them all to you."

As he spoke, he pushed the tricycle into the yard where waste piled up like a mountain and pretended to stop in front of the pile of old books casually. Obviously, these old books had just been collected and hadn't been dealt with yet.

After moving the scrape out of the carriage, Chen Yu had no mood to haggle. After weighing them one by one, he had a total of 103 yuan.

"Wait a minute. I'll go back to the house and get you the money!"

When Wang Laifu returned to his room, Chen Yu hurriedly flipped through the pile of old books, and the information showed that the book was only worth about one yuan.

He was majored in archaeology, so he knew that the older the book, the more valuable it was. He specifically chose books that looked yellow.

Just when he thought that the information was wrong and picking up a million yuan was just a dream, he picked up a book in 60s and 70s.

The information immediately showed: The first set of "Rampaging Horse Painting" was worth ten thousand yuan. It was known as the treasure of RMB and the ticket king, worth two to three million yuan.

The first set of currency has a special historical meaning, and it has always been known as the founder of the mountain in the collection market. It has only been circulating for seven years, and it's currently the shortest circulated set of currency. Hence, it has become the hardest set of currency to store in the collection market.

Chen Yu suddenly came to an understanding. It wasn't that this pile of books were valuable, but what they contained. His extraordinary talent was formidable enough to allow him to see the treasures within them.

"Xiao Chen, this is your money. Take it." At this time, Wang Laifu came out of the house with 103 yuan and handed it to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu didn't take the money. He picked up six or seven old books casually and said, "These books are useful to me. I want to buy them. Laifu, name a price!"

Wang Laifu's eyes flickered with wit as he smiled. "Yu, you know the rules of our rubbish store. We might buy them, but we can't sell them for the same price. You just have to pay 100 yuan for the books that you chose."

It was true that cleverness may overreach itself. You are a profiteer. I will not be polite to you!

Chen Yu was happy in his heart, yet he feigned unwillingness on the surface as he bargained. "10 plus yuan for a single book is too expensive, you have to let me choose another five."

"How about this, I won't even give you the money for the scrap. You can just pick five more. How about that? I'm generous enough, huh?" Wang Laifu's face was full of smiles and he pretended to be generous.

This pile of books was worth less than twenty yuan, and a few of them could be sold for a hundred yuan. Wang Laifu was in a good mood because of this. However, he didn't know that he had picked up sesame seeds and lost two or three million yuan.

Chen Yu suppressed his excitement, pretended to choose another five books, and then rode the tricycle away.

Far away from the garbage station, Chen Yu glanced back. When he didn't see Wang Laifu, he couldn't help laughing.

"I'm rich, I'm rich. It's easy to get two or three million yuan. I'll be a millionaire in the future. Let's see who dares to despise me for collecting scrap!"

With a laugh, Chen Yu couldn't wait to take out the book, carefully flipped open the yellowed page, and found a 10,000-yuan banknote.

The banknote was well preserved. It was about sixty to seventy percent new and the size was about the same as current one hundred yuanbanknote.

The main color of the front side was purple, and on the left side was the picture of a Mongolian herder on the prairie, while the right side was marked with 10,000 yuan.

In the middle of the back was the content written in Mongolian, and on each side, there was an absolute number of 10,000.

This small note was worth two or three hundred yuan, which was the charm of antique collections.

Chen Yu wished he could hug the banknote and kiss it a few times. The first barrel of gold to make a fortune depended on this banknote. After the excitement passed, a question arose in his mind. Who was he selling this to?

If it couldn't be sold, it would stay in his hands. If it couldn't be eaten or drunk, it would be no different from scrap paper. Only if it was sold could its value be highlighted.

Therefore, he planned to go to the largest antique jade street in Ninghai City to try his luck and find a buyer.

The antique street was built in an antique style. Shops lined both sides of the street, and there were also stalls specially set up. Usually, it was full of people and went and very lively.

Chen Yu was selling antiques. Ordinary people could not afford to buy things worth two or three million yuan, so he had to find a big client.

He had been to the antique street before and knew that there was a store called Treasure Gathering House, which was almost the largest one on this street. It should be very powerful.

Therefore, Chen Yu did not go anywhere. He rode the tricycle and went straight to the Treasure Gathering House. There was a red sports car parked in front of the door, and his tricycle was too embarrassed to park next to it.

He found the sports car familiar, and a message prompt popped up in his mind: Ferrari 488, worth 4.1 million yuan, owned by Song Yan.

It turned out to be the car of Song Yan, the campus belle of Ninghai University. No wonder he looked familiar and had seen it several times at school.

After entering, they saw a tall and slender girl wearing a white dress holding a painting to talk to the shopkeeper of the Treasure Gathering House.

The girl was Song Yan, the campus belle of Ninghai University. Her facial features were as delicate as a work of art. Her beauty was stunning. Her temperament was elegant and cold, like an iceberg snow lotus that could only be watched from a distance.

"Young man, please wait for a moment!"

The shopkeeper greeted Chen Yu politely, put on the gloves, and carefully unfolded the painting that Song Yan had brought. Then, he picked up the magnifying glass and appraised it seriously.

Chen Yu also looked curiously and saw that it was a landscape painting. Strangely, half of it was a painting and the other half was blank.

A string of information immediately appeared in his mind, and he muttered in his heart, "This painting is fake. It seems that the campus belle is wrong."

Antique was a game of the rich. Many people had gone bankrupt because they misjudged and bought fake goods. But Song Yan wouldn't. Because the Song family was rich in Ninghai City, the only thing they left was money.

"This painting is genuine. It's the authentic work of the painting master, Shi Tao, from the Qing Dynasty!" The old shopkeeper carefully examined it and gave an appraisal result. His tone was extremely confident.

He specialized in painting and calligraphy appraisal. He had once appraised Shi Tao's authentic works and believed that he would never make mistakes.

Hearing these words, a smile emerged on Song Yan's pretty face. She had finally picked up a bargain this time.

Although what she learned was financial management, she often accompanied her grandfather to the major antique markets. Having been influenced by it for many years, she had a strong interest in antiques.

Chen Yu was stunned. This painting was obviously fake, could it be that the manager had intentionally lied to Song Yan?

Thinking of this, he felt that he had to stand up for her. After all, they were alumni. How could he watch Song Yan be cheated? What's more, she was the campus belle. "Mr.Liu, you must have made a mistake. This painting is a fake!"

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