After drinking, the fat man looked at Ye Lin and Li Ting again.

"What are you looking at? Try it yourself." Li Ting pointed to the faucet on the insulation bucket and said.

"Oh! OK."

The fat man took another cup, and then took another cup.

I didn't drink this time, probably because I wanted to wait for the ice to melt. As a result, I had already drunk two glasses and quenched my thirst, so there was no need to be the same as before.

"Fatty, come in with me."

"Okay boss." The fat man agreed and entered the house with Ye Lin.

After coming to the house, the fat man put down the sour plum soup and asked, "Boss, what's the matter?"

"It's such a fat man. I will become a waste purchase point here later. Don't you know many people? See if anyone comes to me to sell things?"

After hearing Ye Lin's words, the fat man grew up and said for a long time: "No, boss, who would sell the scraps here?"

"Who told you to have scrap?"

"Uh! Boss, aren't you a waste purchase point?"

"That's right! But my acquisition point is different. I not only collect waste, but also old items."

"Old object, boss, aren't you? Isn't that selling dog meat with the help of sheep?"

"Get out, what do you know? I'll ask you, what is scrap?"

The fat man thought for a while and said, "Scrap? Isn't waste just a piece of junk that others don't want?"

"Fatty, you're right to say that! But it's not entirely true."

"Uh! Boss, why isn't it right?"

Ye Lin glanced at the fat man and said, "Strictly speaking, as long as the owner does not want, the things that the owner thinks are useless are called waste."

"Ah! Boss, you are..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, Ye Lin interrupted him and said, "I'm a fallacy, right?"

"Uh!" the fat man scratched his head and said, "Boss, I didn't say that."

"It's okay, it's okay to say it. I'm just a fallacy, but I'm not wrong! Think about it yourself, if you have something good, but it's useless in your hands, and you don't want it anymore, it's not considered a waste?"

Hearing Ye Lin say this, the fat man scratched his head and said, "It's really true! It's useless, I don't want it again, that's just a waste."

"So what I said is right." Ye Lin patted the fat man on the shoulder.

"I understand, boss, I'll send you the message when I look back."

"Yeah!" Ye Lin nodded and said, "But there is one thing, I don't want something with problems."

"Things with problems? Boss, what is something with problems?"

Hearing the fat man’s question, Ye Lin thought for a while and said, “It’s the kind that everyone in his family is a treasure and secretly takes it out. I don’t want someone to come to him.”

Ye Lin has done this kind of thing before. Although he gave a lot of money, Ye Lin still doesn't like it.

It doesn't matter if he was young before, but now he is old and people come to him, so he will never talk about things because he is young and ignorant.

So in order to avoid this, Ye Lin had to refuse to accept it.

Anyway, there are many antiques now, so it doesn’t matter if you collect less. Let’s put it this way! It is a blessing that he can save one percent or even one thousandth of the antiques destroyed by the imperial capital during the ten years.

Ye Lin did not have much ambitions for antiques. No matter how many antiques he received, he would not sell them. Of course, unless it was absolutely necessary.

However, this last resort may not happen at all. The antiques collected by Ye Lin are just a rescue, and at most they can set up a museum in later generations.

"Boss, I understand, I will explain this."

"Yeah! Don't go back at noon, have a meal together."

"Hehehe." The fat man smiled and said, "Boss, I didn't plan to go back."

I finally caught it once, but the fat man didn't eat and drink well before going back. You know, he couldn't eat such a good thing when he went back.

"You guy." Ye Lin shook his head.

But it doesn't matter. The fat man is not an outsider, he is a brother. Don't say that he has a meal here, even if he eats for a year or ten years, Ye Lin won't say anything.

But this kind of thing is simply impossible. Fatty is not the kind of lazy person who is good at eating and doing things, and he will not stay here and not leave.

At noon, a few people ate at the repair shop. Uncle Jiang’s craftsmanship is not covered, but the chicken is stewed well and the vegetables are fried well.

After dinner, the fat man left. Ye Lin knew that the fat man was going to help him promote it.

If it was someone else's promotion, Ye Lin was still worried, but there was absolutely no problem with the fat man.

Because this guy is from a compound and is much more sensitive than others, and if he is not 100% sure, the fat man will never look for someone.

Now it happens that the husband is on holiday, either running outside or staying at home.

At around 3:00 p.m., Ye Lin thought no one would come because it was working hours, but a young man came here at this time.

This young man, Ye Lin, looked familiar. Ye Lin had definitely seen him, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Is there anything you have to do?"

"Chang Wei asked me to come."

"Uh!" Hearing the young man say that it was the fat man who asked him to come over, Ye Lin hurriedly said: "Let's go into the house and talk."

"Yes!" The young man nodded and entered the house with Ye Lin.

After coming to the house, the young man didn't talk nonsense. He took out something from his bag. The thing was wrapped in newspapers and it was very tight. Ye Lin didn't know what it was.

"Look at how much this is worth?" The young man handed the thing to Ye Lin.

"Oh! OK."

Ye Lin hurriedly took it over and opened the newspaper, revealing a Buddha statue inside.

When Ye Lin saw this Buddha statue, he was shocked because it was not an ordinary Buddha statue, but a golden-body Buddha statue.

No wonder I felt so heavy when I got it in my hand. It turned out to be pure gold, and the Buddha statue was not big, and it was only about nine centimeters in height.

It is a statue of Micao Buddha. The statue has a smile on its face, brushes its knees with hands, and has a big belly, and its belly is almost at the base.

Ye Lin turned over the Buddha statue and looked at the base. There was no mark on it, but there was one thing, it was definitely an old object.

Although there were many people who made fakes during the Republic of China period, no one would use pure gold to make fakes!

Besides, even if it is not an old object, this gold alone is worth a lot!

"Is this a good thing?"

"Don't worry, it's definitely golden, you can test it."

"I'm not talking about this."

Ye Lin could not tell that this was gold, because nothing but gold could be so heavy.

"Then you are talking about..."

"What I said is, if you sell this, can your family agree?"

Hearing Ye Lin say this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't worry, I didn't take this from home. As for where I got it from, I can't tell you, but there is one thing, there will definitely be no problem."

"Oh! I understand, okay, I'll take it."

Ye Lin is not very clear about the current gold price, because he can't buy gold on the market now.

There is no way. The country has just been established and heavy industry is not worth mentioning. The only gold and foreign exchange was transported away by Jiang Guangtou.

Of course, the country needs to reserve gold. It can be said that from the time the country was established to reform and opening up, gold was basically not sold to the outside world.

Although Ye Lin didn’t know the price of gold in China, he knew that foreign countries had read a book about currency war in later generations.

It clearly states the price of gold from the fifties to the twenty-first century.

In sixty-five years, the price of an ounce of gold was thirty-five US dollars, and an ounce of gold was thirty-one gram.

In other words, a gram of gold is only 1.125 US dollars. Calculated by one US dollar to exchange for RMB 1.5 RMB, then a gram of gold is only about 1.68 cents.

This Micao Buddha is nine centimeters tall, with a maximum diameter of five centimeters, and a weight of more than twenty kilograms, which is more than ten thousand grams.

If calculated based on one gram, one 60,000 yuan, the value is about 20,000 yuan. Of course, Ye Lin would not give him so much.

This is not to say that Ye Linhei, nor do you think about what the concept of 20,000 yuan in this era.

"Then how much is it worth?"

Ye Lin did not speak, but stretched out two fingers.

"Ah! Two hundred! This is too little! You are adding some."

Seeing Ye Lin stretching out two fingers, this guy thought it was two hundred.

"two thousand."

"Puff! You...what did you say?"

"I said two thousand, no more. If you sell it, I will collect it. If..."
To be continued...