"Feng, this matter is not over yet. I'm not afraid even if I sue the dean."

Huang Haijie was so angry that his face turned black. He felt so humiliated that he did not dare to fight back.

Feng Rubin was young and energetic, but he was almost forty. His old arms and legs naturally did not dare to fight against the young man, so he could only curse and leave.

"Why are you two still standing here? Don't fool around with that old guy Huang Haijie in the future."

"Yes, we won't disturb you anymore, sorry Mr. Jiang."

The two security guards nodded and bowed. Naturally they knew they had encountered a difficult situation, so they bowed and ran away without a trace.

Feng Rubin then turned his head and looked at Jiang Ge apologetically, "Mr. Jiang made you laugh. I will report it to the dean truthfully."

"It's okay. Thank you, doctor. I'm fine. I'm mainly disappointed with this hospital. I'm worried about putting my daughter in a hospital like this. I used to think that the hospital was sacred and upright, but now it seems that's not the case."

Jiang Ge looked worried and disappointed. Feng Rubin instantly understood that the other party was putting pressure on him. He quickly assured, "Mr. Jiang, don't worry, our hospital is definitely a formal and responsible hospital, and the hospital will definitely give you this matter."

Please give me an explanation, otherwise I will no longer be a doctor."

He was really afraid that Jiang Ge would transfer his daughter to another hospital. A big deal like a heart transplant might not happen in two or three years, and not only money, but surgical experience was also valuable.

"Okay, then I'll trust the hospital for once."

The two of them were polite and never mentioned Liu Fei as the victim. They seemed to regard her as a transparent person. There were so many dirty things like this in the hospital, so naturally no one cared about a little nurse being wronged.

After the attending doctor left, Liu Fei quickly thanked Jiang Ge, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, I didn't expect to cause you so much trouble."

"When the road is rough, draw your sword to help. This is China's ancient virtue. Don't take it to heart."

Jiang Ge made a joke, which made Liu Fei smile slightly, thinking that maybe it would be a good thing to follow such a boss.

One day later, on the day agreed with Shopkeeper Xu, the two met at Xinlan Street. Jiang Ge took Shopkeeper Xu's car to Nancheng District.

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw a huge crowd of Taobao hunters walking through the market, some well-dressed, some in pairs. Nancheng Antique Market is bigger than Xinlan Street, so everyone from big bosses to ordinary people go here to shop.

For this reason, Nancheng’s food, entertainment, and business wine and beverage industries are particularly developed.

"Well, there are a lot of people here. I'm telling you, you have to be careful here. It's not like Xinlan Street. This is a scattered market and it's a mixed bag."

Shopkeeper Xu reminded him as he left, and the two of them wandered around the market.

I have to say that the Nancheng market is indeed very prosperous, and people selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings can be seen everywhere, but the authenticity depends on one's own discernment.

Not far away, the two of them stopped in front of a stall. There was an old man setting up a stall. There were a lot of ancient coins and paste on the stall. It looked like genuine products.

The two looked at each other and walked to the stall to pick up the things and look at them.

"Old man, is this ancient coin of yours passed down from your family? It seems to be quite old?" Shopkeeper Xu picked up a Kangqian Tongbao.

"That's right. They're all handed down from our ancestors. They're all genuine." The old man looked honest and didn't look like a fake.

"Uncle, how do you sell Yuan Datou?"

Jiang Ge also picked up a Yuan Datou, which was in good condition and had "One Yuan" engraved on it, with the words "Created in the Nine Years of China" on the back.

This is the standard version of Yuan Datou. The market price is about 600-800. With the scarcity of the market today, the price is still rising.

"Five hundred yuan!" The old man said sincerely.

When Jiang Ge heard this, he nodded, and there was still money to be made. A good operation could earn hundreds of dollars, so he asked, "Is this all Yuan Datou does?"

He pointed at the dozen or so coins on the stall.

"More than that, these are ordinary ones. I keep all the good stuff at the back. There are also Sun Datou commemorative coins, but they are more expensive. Do you want to take a look?" The old man raised his head and knew that he had met a big customer.

"Hey, let me see the Sun Yat-sen commemorative coin."

When shopkeeper Xu heard this, he was also interested. This thing was very scarce in the market, and the price was dozens of times higher than Yuan Datou. It was the favorite thing among collectors.

The old man nodded and took out two different kinds of Dayang. Behind them was Sun Datou, with the words "The First Year of the Republic of China" engraved on them. They were thicker than Yuan Datou.

Jiang Ge's eyes lit up, and he saw that the box behind the old man seemed to contain hundreds of coins of various kinds, such as Shunzhi Tongbao, small coins from the Qing Dynasty, and the like, and there were also a series of them.

He quickly said, "Uncle, can you show me that string?"

"No problem." The old man nodded and took out a bunch of small coins. They looked very old and had flowers on them. Jiang Ge looked at them and saw that they were from several emperors in the Qing Dynasty, and they were all strung together.

On the surface, it didn't seem to be a big problem, but suddenly Jiang Ge let out a sigh. He found that some of the ten or so coins had different textures from others, and seemed to be heavier.

But you would never know without looking carefully.

You must know that the casting process in ancient times was poorer, and the copper content in it was usually less than that in modern times. Naturally, they were slightly lighter than modern coins, but the quality of these ten or so coins was different.

"This is old-fashioned, and it's very real. Is there something wrong with this old man?"

With this idea in mind, Jiang Ge remained calm. There is no shortage of real and fake methods in the antique industry. The fake is mixed with the real. Even some old experts will be fooled.

And the old man pretended to be so honest and arrogant, maybe he did it on purpose.

He didn't name them, but said to the old man, "Can you show me those oceans?"

The old man nodded and took out two big coins. Jiang Ge took them and looked at them. They were indeed real, but something felt wrong.

He quickly opened his red eyes and scanned the piles of coins. Instantly, traces of the gray air of time appeared on them, and a small half of them were a little strange and distributed very unevenly.

He knew in his mind that this was something that had been restored. After restoration, it was made old. Even an experienced hand could not see it. The old man had mixed them with the genuine product to trick people.

"The quality of this one is not bad. I want all of them. If you have any others, show them to me."

Compared to Jiang Ge, shopkeeper Xu seemed more excited and anxious, wanting to swallow everything by himself.

Jiang Ge took his time and quickly locked some coins with his red eyes.

"You two, please hurry up. I have something to do at home and will close the stall soon. These coins need to be bought together, not sold one by one."

At this time, the old man answered the phone and seemed a little anxious.

Jiang Ge said, and sure enough, he was planning to kill the chicken.

He quickly picked out a dozen valuable Yuan coins, including two genuine Sun Yat-sen commemorative coins, and then took out the bunch of small coins, "That's it. You do the math and I'll take them all if they suit you."

There are eight editions of Sun Yat-sen commemorative coins, including the Japanese version, five (six) pointed stars, initial casting, double flags, English typos, warlords and other types. Among them, the English typos edition has a higher collection value. One coin was once sold for 1.2 million.

High price.

The cheapest is the warlord version, which is cast by local warlords. This type is not as popular as the real Yuan Datou and has the lowest collection value.

The two commemorative coins in Jiang Singer are ordinary six-pointed stars, worth about 30,000 to 50,000.

"The commemorative coins will be calculated as 15,000 for you, the small coins will be calculated as 20,000 if they are forty, and the ordinary Yuan Datou will be calculated as 500."

The old man quoted the price according to the predetermined price, and he didn't know which ones were true or false, so he didn't show any abnormality to the coins Jiang Ge chose.


Chapter completed!