It was the first time that Zhang Zijie next to him saw Chen Zhengqian’s collections so much. Although he was not sure about the value of it, he could also see that the things in it were not simple, especially the dog-headed gold in Old Man Yu’s hand.

Doghead gold is enough to make people crazy!

Even Zhang Zijie couldn't help but breathe a little bit.

Any one of them is probably worth your salary for several months or even years.

Where did the boss get so many treasures?

However, in a blink of an eye, Zhang Zijie threw this idea behind his mind and searched for other people's mistakes at will. He definitely thought he had lived too long. As an employee, the most taboo thing is to understand bad thoughts.

Zhang Zijie secretly comforted himself that his boss is not bad to him now. He is already kind enough to earn so much money and do so little work every month.

Thinking of this, he immediately changed into a serious expression.

"How about it, my collection here can still catch your old eyes?" Chen Zhengqian asked with a smile.

Since he came in, Old Man Yu has always stared at the various collections on the wooden stand, and has never paid attention to Chen Zhengqian. If Chen Zhengqian hadn't spoken, he would have forgotten the two of them.

Old Man Yu withdrew his gaze and did not refute this time, but sighed softly: "To be honest, it is not uncommon for me to be fine porcelain, but it is difficult for anyone to make up so many fine porcelains like you. It is of equal importance to quality and quantity. If you are not surprised, I don't even believe it myself, it is all fine."

Even if you keep so many treasures at home and watch them every day, it is a pleasure. A trace of confusion flashed in Old Man Yu's eyes, as if he was back to the years when he was an apprentice in an antique shop. At that time, he also faced so many, even more antique treasures every day, serving them like he was his father.

Chen Zhengqian did not notice the change in Old Man Yu's eyes, but said carefully: "Well, actually this time I want to ask you for something to do."

"What's the matter?" Old Man Yu didn't raise his head.

Chen Zhengqian smiled and said, "You are always an expert. I want to ask you to help me classify these things and then price them up so that I can know its value." When he said this, Chen Zhengqian looked carefully at Old Man Yu's face.

Who knew that Old Man Yu directly scolded: "Vulgar! These are all important treasures of the country, how can they be measured by price?!" His expression was simply sad for his misfortune and angered him for not fighting, and he wanted to slap Chen Zhengqian to death with one slap.

Chen Zhengqian curled his lips: "Come on, I'm going to return the country's treasure. I don't believe that other people don't have such things. Now is the era of market economy, and demand determines the market. As long as the price is right, what's the matter with taking action?"

Every year, so many cultural relics flow overseas, the country may not necessarily do anything. What can I do if I am a ************. There are more people who are richer than me, and they do not include those invisible chaebols. In terms of power, let alone, people can say casually, so countless people can take the initiative to cause trouble for themselves.

It’s not that Chen Zhengqian doesn’t want to retrieve the many lost national treasures for the country, but he is really powerless. The only thing he can do is to retrieve more treasures from the sea.

Old Man Yu was suffocated when he heard this and said angrily: "You said that, how many people can be unhappy now?" Seeing his depressed and unhappy expression, he seemed to remember some unhappy things.

Chen Zhengqian hurriedly comforted him: "But don't worry, even if I want to sell it, I will only sell some cheap, ordinary ones, such as this piece of dog-headed gold. I will not sell them, and I will keep them as a family heirloom!"

For example, dog-headed gold is of extremely valuable collection, and Chen Zhengqian doesn’t want to sell it unless he really goes bankrupt and has to make a living by selling his property.

But it shouldn't be that day.

Chen Zhengqian doesn’t plan to sell the statue of Guanyin with mutton fat white jade. Unless someone is really willing to buy it at a high price or at a premium, otherwise he should keep it for himself to collect it.

Just like Old Man Yu, Chen Zhengqian also feels that facing so many collections every day is a thing worth being happy about, just to satisfy his vanity and sense of accomplishment.

Old Man Yu's expression finally calmed down a little, nodded and said, "Since you said that, old man, I'm just free, so I'll help you. But I have a condition..." Speaking of this, he looked at Chen Zhengqian.

"What conditions, you say!" Chen Zhengqian listened carefully. It was rare that he would let go. As long as the conditions were not harsh, he could agree.

Old man Yu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I don't want your money either. I just need you to agree. If I encounter suitable antiques again in the future, you can buy them with money and store them well. Just let me see them in my spare time."

He turned his eyes back to the many collections on the shelf, showing a look of marvel, as if he could capture that trace of history through the boundaries of time and space.

Khan, Chen Zhengqian thought what the requirements would be. It turned out that this was the case, so he immediately made a decision: "I believe that you have the old vision. As long as I still have spare money, I can buy it."

I guess I can't buy much, so Chen Zhengqian still believes in the old man's vision. Why not do it as long as he makes a fortune? After all, collecting in prosperous times and gold in troubled times. Now in such a period of great economic prosperity, it is a good opportunity to speculate on antiques.

Hearing him say this, a smile suddenly appeared on Old Man Yu's face.

"Okay, then I'll be relieved." Old Man Yu waved his hand and said to Chen Zhengqian: "Pick up the pen and paper."

Zhang Zijie hurried to get it, how can you bother the boss like this?

Chen Zhengqian began to follow Old Man Yu, listening to him talk about the historical origins of each collection, and comparing it with the same type, which made Chen Zhengqian's eyes wide open.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Chen Zhengqian reminded: "Old Yu, why not go to have a meal first. It would not be too late to look back and see slowly."

After a morning of hard work, Old Man Yu reorganized half of his collections, marked them with names and reference prices, so that Chen Zhengqian would not be in a dark state.

Old Man Yu slowly put down a small white porcelain plate in his hand and sighed: "Oh, I'm old. I had sorted out the warehouse for one night and still didn't doze off the next day. Now it's not possible. I've only been so short that I feel tired of my eyes."

Chen Zhengqian hurriedly said, "Then let's stop doing it, anyway, there's time." If Old Man Yu gets tired, Chen Zhengqian feels uncomfortable and feels sorry.

Old Man Yu shook his head: "It's better to do it first before going to eat. You can eat anytime you eat, so don't worry about this meal."

Chen Zhengqian was unhappy: "People are iron, and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you can cook it anytime when you work, but you must eat it on time!"

It didn't mean that the old man said anything, so he dragged him up.

"Don't pull, don't pull, I'll get up by myself." Old Man Yu's little body was no match for Chen Zhengqian. Before he could react, he was dragged out.

Zhang Zijie cleverly helped close the door behind him.

After returning from dinner, Old Man Yu insisted on finishing all the things before he stopped to rest.

Looking at the collection full of shelves, Chen Zhengqian was still very happy. He felt comfortable when he looked at it for no other reason.

After thinking about it, I took a small ivory plate worth more than 50,000 yuan from the shelf and stuffed it into the hand of the old man Yu: "Old Yu, thank you for your hard work today!"

Old man Yu looked unwilling: "What do you mean?" He acted as if he wanted to push things back.

Chen Zhengqian hurriedly said, "Listen to me first, you must accept it this time!"

After a pause, Chen Zhengqian continued: "I will have to bother you in the future. This will be fine. Every time I bring something back, you can help me sort it out and get one from it as a reward."

"Too many." Mr. Yu shook his head and insisted not to.

Chen Zhengqian smiled and said, "I really don't have many hearts. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be blinded by these things and would be cheated by people. And there will only be more and more things in the future, and I will not suffer any losses!"

Mr. Yu pondered for a while and finally decided to agree, but he said, "I can accept it, but I won't take the things away. Let's continue to put them here. Anyway, I'll probably come here often in the future."

Chen Zhengqian said happily: "Okay, then I'll give you another key. When do you want to come over? Just call Brother Zhang directly."

Zhang Zijie next to him quickly stood up.

Old man Yu also agreed.

This is definitely a happy ending for Chen Zhengqian, but in short, it's enough to make a profit.

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