Im insanely wealthy

Chapter 3: Making a Windfall in the Antique Street

The man burst out laughing. "You're clearly a novice. There are many versions of Yongzheng Tongbao. Yours is from the Bao Wu Bureau. It can still fetch a certain price. If it were from some other bureaus, I wouldn't even want it."

After the appraisal, the middle - aged man said seriously, "Well, I won't deceive you. I'll give you 800 yuan for it."

Chen Fan snatched it back. In the antique business, something is valuable if you like it, and worthless if you don't. "A fixed price of 2000 yuan. Take it or leave it."

"1200 yuan. I can't offer any more!"

The middle - aged man seemed to really want it and named a fair price.

In fact, Chen Fan had checked online. A genuine Yongzheng Tongbao of the version he had was worth around 1000 to 2000 yuan. But he had paid Wang Hao 216 yuan, and if he sold it for less than 1000 yuan, he wouldn't make a profit. So he wasn't willing.

"At least 1400 yuan. No bargaining!"

The middle - aged man smiled. "1400 yuan doesn't sound nice. I'll give you 1380 yuan."

"Deal!"

The middle - aged man was also an expert. He paid the money readily and then handed Chen Fan a business card. "Young man, if you have any other good items in the future, you can come to Baibaozhai on Wenzheng Street to find me."

Seeing the 1380 yuan received on WeChat, Chen Fan finally truly believed in his special eyesight. Since he could tell the origin of these antiques, what else did he need to worry about? The door to wealth had been opened, and he didn't want to waste time.

He wandered around the antique street again. Genuine items were indeed extremely rare here, but not completely non - existent. Sometimes, antique dealers collected some treasures from the countryside without even being able to tell if they were genuine or fake, and they ended up selling them cheaply to others. This was what they called "picking up a bargain."

There was a stall ahead with a wide variety of items on display. Pottery, purple clay, porcelain, jade, jewelry... It was a dazzling array. Chen Fan took a glance and his eyes lit up. He spotted a 1832 - made imperial snuff bottle. There were over a dozen snuff bottles on the stall, but only this one was genuine. The rest were all fakes or worthless common items.

Chen Fan, pretending to be a complete**, picked up a fake casually and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"

The stall owner glanced at him. "5000 yuan!"

Are you kidding me?

A fake like this should be available for just a dozen yuan each, right? He tossed it in his hand. "Tell me a real price. I'm just buying it for fun."

The other party gave him a look. Since there wasn't much business anyway, he said casually, "If you really want it, take it for 1000 yuan."

You definitely can't buy a genuine item for 1000 yuan. A genuine one is surely worth more than that. Chen Fan put it back and pretended to be leaving.

"Hey, hey, hey, come back!"

"How much are you willing to offer?"

Sure enough, just like when selling clothes, when you show you're not interested, they call you back. Chen Fan said uninterestedly, "Do you really think these are treasures? If it were a few dozen yuan, I'd buy one for fun."

"Fine, fine, fine. 80 yuan. You can pick one."

The boss shook his head. Business was tough these days. He had bought these items from the countryside for just a dozen yuan each. If he met someone who didn't know the value, he'd try to make a profit. Anyway, there was a rule in the antique street: once a deal is made, regardless of whether the item is genuine or fake, it's final. If you bought a fake, it means your eyesight is poor, and you have to accept it. If you found a genuine item, it was your good fortune.

Chen Fan paid 80 yuan and took the snuff bottle.

Baibaozhai, right?

Chen Fan rode a shared bike and followed the phone's navigation to Wenzheng Street. There were many teahouses and some antique stores on Wenzheng Street. This was a famous leisure street in Jiangzhou. People living here were very leisurely, without the stress of big cities. Those who could open stores on this street had basically achieved financial freedom. They drank tea and played with birds every day. Whether the store's business was booming or not, they didn't really care.

Chen Fan arrived at Baibaozhai. The middle - aged man who had bought the copper coin from him earlier was there.

"Hey, young man, why are you here?"

Chen Fan looked around his store. The antiques in it were so dazzling that they almost blinded his eyes. At a glance, they were all precious items with a long history. Clearly, this guy was an expert. Almost all the items he collected were genuine.

Chen Fan took out the snuff bottle he had just bought. "I have something here. Take a look?"

"Wow! You really seem to have quite a few treasures? Why didn't you take this out earlier?"

As he said this, he suddenly realized something. "Don't tell me you picked this up in the antique street?"

Chen Fan smiled. "Do you want it?"

The man took it and examined it carefully, then took out a magnifying glass. The inside of the snuff bottle was painted with a beauty - painting. After looking at it, he said, "This is indeed an antique, but it's not an imperial - used item. It's just an ordinary imperial snuff bottle. How much do you want to sell it for?"

Chen Fan said, "Mr. Zuo, although we just met today, it's a kind of fate. I don't know much about the antique business. You can name a price. If I think it's acceptable, I'll sell it. If you treat me fairly, I'll come to you with more items in the future."

What he meant was that if the man tried to cheat him, this would be the only deal between them, and there would be no second chance.

Zuo Handong smiled. "First, tell me how you got this?"

"Didn't you guess it just now?"

Chen Fan didn't hide it. Zuo Handong was surprised. "You really got it from there?" He gave Chen Fan a thumbs - up. He thought this young man might be pretending not to know. If he really didn't know anything, how could he have found such a treasure? He thought for a moment. "Since you trust me so much, I'll give you a fair price. This snuff bottle is worth around 60,000 to 70,000 yuan in the market. How much profit can you give me?"

He was very shrewd. The value of the item was clear. Both of them wanted to make money. It depended on how greedy Chen Fan was and whether he was worth dealing with.

Chen Fan didn't expect the man to push the problem back to him. He was straightforward. "Give me 50,000 yuan. How much profit you can make from it is up to you."

"Great! Deal."

Zuo Handong liked this young man more and more. He was straightforward and decisive. He transferred 50,000 yuan to Chen Fan's account. "Young man, if you have any more good items in the future, come to me."

Zuo Handong personally accompanied him to the door and watched as Chen Fan rode away on the shared bike.

In just one morning, he had traded two items and earned 51,084 yuan. Chen Fan was becoming more and more confident. The study tasks in university weren't that heavy, so he could come to the antique market to look for bargains anytime in the future. However, he also didn't want to miss out on the stock market. So he went to a securities company and opened an account. He set aside 3000 yuan and transferred the rest of the money to the stock - market capital account. This money was his starting capital. Maybe he, this small fish, could grow into a big capital tycoon in the stock market?