"Fifty thousand oceans?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

Yangjiang is a small place, and the real good buyers are all in Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. Taking the TV series "The Fragrance of May Laurel" as an example, the enamel olive bottles from the Kangxi period were priced at 80,000 yuan.

This is due to the connection. To be honest, foreigners are interested in this thing. If you buy it, the British Museum will pay a high price.

Judging from the shopkeeper's meaning, 50,000 is basically his limit.

But Zhang Heng had heard of the depth of water in antique jade, so he was going to try it: "Eighty thousand oceans, I will leave the things behind. If not, I will go back to Yanjing and go over there to take a look."

"Eighty thousand?"

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and smashed his hands: "Eighty thousand is eighty thousand, I'll raise money now."

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.

It's so satisfying. Judging from the meaning, he's going to be less than 80,000, and the shopkeeper will make at least 20,000 yuan, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy.

Fortunately, this thing seems real and Zhang Heng made a lot of money, so he immediately said, "I'll only wait for you for two hours."

After saying that, he said, "Don't play tricks, otherwise I will smash the thing and it will not fall into your hands."

"Oh, I'm afraid you will run away with your stuff."

The shopkeeper was even more anxious than Zhang Heng, and quickly reminded the young man: "What Mr. Zhang likes to eat and drink, take money from the cabinet to buy and do it. Even if Mr. Zhang is happy, it's OK to burn this shop. In short, you must wait for me to come back."

Under the boy's eyes, the shopkeeper ran away.

This wait took more than an hour.

Zhang Heng was eating snacks and drinking tea, and while wondering if he would go to the bathroom again, the shopkeeper's face was back with spring.

"Mr. Zhang, please see..."

The shopkeeper held a stack of silver notes and introduced with a smile: "Xishan bills are Rishengchang, and there are eight silver notes worth ten thousand oceans. If you recognize the bills, you can redeem them nationwide."

Zhang Heng didn't know much about silver bills, so he gave Zhang Zhen a wink.

Zhang Zhentian took the silver notes and carefully identified them for a while, nodded and said, "It's true."

Zhang Heng nodded and asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, how many gold bars can you exchange for this 80,000 silver dollar?"

The shopkeeper replied: "30 silver dollars can be exchanged for a small yellow croaker of 1 tael, and 80,000 silver dollars can be exchanged for about 2,600 gold, which is 2,600 taels."

Zhang Heng made an estimate in his mind.

2,600 taels of gold can be exchanged for 35 million flame coins when brought to modern times.

Of course, he cannot take all of this money away, and Dagou Town also has expenses.

A high imitation jade Guanyin bought at 30,000 yuan will be more than a thousand times the return rate at one turn. This is not enough to make a fortune.

And he has an idea.

Low-end jade is too high, and it is still easy for rich people to make money. In the future, we should continue to take the high-end route. A business costs tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of oceans.

Not to mention it far away, countries like Fotai, Fusang, Xinjiapo, and Myanmar all like jade.

Especially in Fusang, from members of the royal family to ministers of the cabinet, there was no one who didn’t like jade after being influenced by the Han and Tang dynasties.

In addition, Fusang people also like to collect tea utensils and spend a lot of money on this.

In reality, there is an aunt named Li in Jiangnan who can make this thing.

Low-end goods worth 180 yuan per set can trick Fusang treasure appraisal experts.

If it were replaced with high-quality imitations and created a batch of customized versions, I wonder if I could deceive the Fusang royal family.

"Cousin, 80,000, 80,000 oceans!"

After leaving the pawnshop gate, Zhang Zhentian's face was flushed and could no longer maintain his calmness in the past.

The brothers Dakui and Xiaokui were also honored. They followed Zhang Heng with their chests, their heads raised, and their hunting rifles in their arms. The pedestrians on the road approached a little closer, and they were shouted back with their stern eyes, and they looked like they were terrified.

"A mere 80,000 oceans is not worth it."

"Cousin, you should first take the silver notes of ten thousand oceans and go to the money house to exchange for a thousand oceans to record the oceans. The remaining nine thousand will be exchanged for a small note of one hundred and one hundred."

"Wait a while, let's go to the market to buy some chickens, ducks, pigs and cows. After a while, when I return to the family tree, I will set up a three-day pedestal in the town and invite a troupe to keep everyone busy."

Zhang Heng was calm and composed.

Eighty thousand oceans could not touch his heart at all, because he knew very well that this was just the beginning.

"Cousin, this is ten thousand oceans. I have never seen so much money in my life. Otherwise, you can ask Dakui to go with me and bring a few more people, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

When Zhang Zhentian heard that he wanted to exchange for the ocean, he was a little confused, for fear that he would be snatched up halfway.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng refused to refuse and ordered: "Dakui, call on several tribe members to accompany his cousin."

"Okay."

Dakui responded happily and greeted several tribe members sitting in the teahouse, and went with Zhang Zhentian to change the ocean.

Zhang Heng didn't wait, and asked someone to stay in the tea shop, while he took the others to the market.

"Sugar Man, a delicious and fun sugar man."

"Little cabbage, one penny, one bundle."

"Bun, newly released buns."

At the market, people came and went, and the hawking sounds were endless.

Zhang Heng looked at it with interest and soon noticed that there was a farm with a straw rope hanging at the door not far away.

“What is this for sale?”

Seeing that the people in the market were all avoiding this Zhuangzi, Zhang Heng became interested.

"Brother Heng."

Zhang Dadan explained later: "Now the war is in chaos, and some places are still in trouble. Life is not easy for everyone. Many people cannot eat, so they can only sell themselves as slaves and servants. This farm with straw ropes is a farm that sells live animals."

"Renzhuang?"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but take a few more glances.

People always have to live. When a person is so hungry that he digs grass roots to eat, dignity, morality, bottom line, and conscience become no longer important, but what is important is to live.

"Go in and take a look."

Zhang Heng took the lead.

The character he gave himself was a rich boy who returned from Southeast Asia. It was impossible for him to live alone in an old house for a long time, which did not conform to his identity.

I met today, so I would take a few people back. He asked himself that these people would be better than following others, at least they would not really treat people as animals like the stingy landlords in movies and TV dramas.

"Brother, choose me. I have eaten less. Only half a bowl of millet is needed for a meal."

This is a pale face and skinny little girl.

"Master, choose me, I can work, have the strength, cook, and I can do it."

This is a boy who is limping around.

"Master, choose me, he is a cripple and can't let go of the cow at all."

"Who said I can't let the cows go, I can't let the cows go."

"Bah, you cripple, who would want you? You haven't been sold for half a month."

"No one wants you, I'll fight with you."

The two boys started fighting.

"You two dead guys, who made you fight in front of the guests?"

During the noise, a woman wearing red and green pushed the two little boys to the ground.

The two little boys didn't dare to cry, and they got up timidly and stood aside, trembling because of fear.

"Master, the little kid doesn't understand the rules. I will teach them a lesson when I look back."

The toothy lady has a horse-open face, a black mole on the corner of her mouth, and her face is sarcastic and harsh: "What do you guys want to see? I have all kinds of people, boys, girls, smaller, older, capable of cooking, warming the bed, cultivated the land, and serve people, and everything is available."

Zhang Heng glanced over, unwilling to talk nonsense to the dentist, and said bluntly: "Is there any call-in-law over thirty years old?"

"Yes, those who escaped from the north are cheap."

The dentist laughed as soon as he heard this: "You want a few, but I'll find them for you. As long as the price is right, even if you want my sister, I can sell it to you."

Zhang Heng did not answer this, but just ordered: "Go to the madam, eight."

"A little maid in her teens, you have four of them."

"I'm in my forties, I have a good kick to the updater."

"I'm in my fifties, a honest and honest concierge, come."

"I want another mother-in-law who knows how to cook, and she has no age limit."

Zhang Heng asked for fifteen people in one breath.
To be continued...