Wu Chongyun smiled and said, "Of course it's in my hands. It depends on whether you want it or not. If you want this book, give me a price later.

The price has been agreed upon, and we will pay and receive the goods.”

Give a price?

Wang Tiezhu was worried because the Japanese gave him 650 yuan for a medical book.

That was just to fool the Japanese, but this medical book is different. This book records real medical skills and its value is immeasurable.

He feels that no amount of money is too much.

But he didn’t want to pay a high price, so he thought for a long time and said, “Your stuff, name a price, as long as it’s not too high, I’ll take it directly.

If you want too much, forget it.”

Wu Chongyun let it go when he heard it, but he suddenly became a little nervous because he always haggled over prices when doing business.

The bargaining process takes at least four or five rounds, and sometimes even dozens of rounds. For some antiques, the bargaining process may take four or five years.

This is the first time I see Wang Tiezhu speak like this. It’s too much to ask for.

He didn't dare ask for an exorbitant price as he did in the past.

"Wait a moment, I'll give you a reasonable price."

Wang Tiezhu frowned and said, "What are you waiting for? Just give me a price and I'll take it if I feel it's not good enough.

If I felt it was okay, I paid directly and received the goods at the same time as I exchanged cash for goods.

It's that simple. "

Wu Chongyun was under greater pressure. He could make less money, but he absolutely could not let this order slip away.

He repeatedly weighed the value of "Yi Guan". An ancient book more than 300 years old must be priceless, but it happened to be about traditional Chinese medicine which was about to become extinct, which greatly reduced its value.

After weighing it for a long time, he said: "Six hundred thousand!"

Wang Tiezhu was stunned. If it were in the past, six thousand yuan would have been considered too much for him, but ever since he sold his fake medical book to the Japanese.

This price is unexpectedly low.

Wu Chongyun waited for a long time, but Wang Tiezhu didn't speak. He realized that he had asked for too much: "How about this, 550,000, no less."

Wang Tiezhu was a little surprised: "Fifty thousand less?"

The other party was actually short of 50,000, which was so unexpected.

He felt that 600,000 was not a lot, and he even reduced the price. It was obvious that the other party did not know the value of the item.

Wu Chongyun heard the surprised voice and knew it was still too much: "How about this, 500,000."

Wang Tiezhu remained silent. The other party actually lowered the price again. Did he estimate the price wrong, or was there something wrong with the book?

I remember watching a video about an antiques host who said that 99% of all antiques on the market are fake.

Real antiques are rarely traded.

He suddenly had doubts about the book.

Wu Chongyun couldn't hear Wang Tiezhu talking, and suddenly became anxious: "Don't hang up, don't hang up, four hundred thousand.

Just four hundred thousand, no less.

Even if traditional Chinese medicine has declined, there will never be a second copy of this book from more than 300 years ago in the world.

Based on this alone, his value is definitely more than 400,000."

Wang Tiezhu doubted the authenticity of the medical skills even more: "I can give you 400,000, but I want to inspect the goods.

I can only give you money after you have read that book."

Wu Chongyun smiled and said, "Okay, I'll send you a location later."

After that, he hung up the phone.

He immediately called Wang Qingsong, and when the call was connected, he smiled and said, "Old Wang, your book is not selling well. As you know, Chinese medicine is declining, and medical books on Chinese medicine are also depreciating."

Wang Qingsong smiled and said, "Old Wu, I can tell you that I will definitely give you the 20,000 yuan bonus.

Given our relationship, you must sell it to me at a high price.

How much do you think my book can sell for?

Wu Chongyun said with some regret: "Before asking the boss surnamed Wang, I asked a few people, and the price of this book is probably between 100,000 and 130,000.

Then I contacted the buyer named Wang, and I tried my best and made every effort.

I'll give you 200,000. If you're willing to sell it, just bring the medical books with you.

If you don’t want to sell it, I’ll just be sorry.”

Two hundred thousand?

Wang Qingsong felt a little disappointed, but a profit of 200,000 yuan was not bad: "Old Wu, I sold it, thank you, I will treat you to a meal after the book is sold.

I'll bring the book over now.

Where did you say we were going to meet?"

When Wu Chongyun heard that he agreed, he could not hide his excitement in his voice: "Okay, I knew you have good vision.

As traditional Chinese medicine declines, the price of this book will only depreciate in the future.

It will definitely not appreciate.

Now is the best time to act. I will send you the meeting address now, please check it carefully."

After that, he hung up the phone, edited a message and sent it to Wang Qingsong.

"The first floor of Laoshu Coffee in the central square of Dongjiang County."

After Wu Chongyun sent the message to Wang Qingsong, he edited another message and sent it to Wang Tiezhu: "Old Tree Coffee, Dongjiang County Center Square, second floor."

After sending two messages, he put down his phone and laughed excitedly.

Just a few words and earned two hundred thousand.

The more I think about it, the smarter I feel.

Wang Tiezhu looked at the message and walked into the house: "Mom, I'm going out for a while."

As a result, no one answered the inner room. When he entered the room, he found that his mother was not there.

I went to other rooms and looked again, and found that my parents were not at home.

Only Wang Cuicui and Dong Yifei were sitting there chatting.

He walked up to Wang Cuicui and said, "Tell our parents that I'm going to the city. You don't have to save any lunch for me."

Just as Wang Cuicui was about to speak, Dong Yifei stood up and said, "I just happen to be going to the city for something, so why don't we go together?"

Wang Tiezhu frowned: "You do your thing, I do mine, there's no need for us to work together."

Wang Cuicui smiled and said, "Brother, your car is flat, why don't you take Sister Yifei's car to the county town."

The car is flat?

Wang Tiezhu looked at Wang Cuicui doubtfully and asked, "You let me go?"

Wang Cuicui said with a smile: "What nonsense are you talking about? I, Wang Cuicui, can't deflate my brother's car."

Wang Tiezhu looked at his sister's smiling face and wanted to beat her up, but there were outsiders present, so he could only snort coldly and ignore her. He said to Dong Yifei, "Please take me to the central square of the county town."

Dong Yifei stood up and said, "It's just something that happens on the way, don't be so polite."

As he spoke, he stood up and went to drive.

Ten minutes later, the car drove out of Shuijing Village.

Dong Yifei seemed to suddenly remember something: "I'm not familiar with this place, please help me navigate."

Wang Tiezhu reached out to pick up the phone in the armrest box and found that the phone was locked: "I need a password."

Dong Yifei was driving the car. She stretched out her right hand, unlocked the car with her thumbprint, and handed the phone to Wang Tiezhu without even looking at the screen.

Wang Tiezhu took the phone and found a search page on the screen, with several words displayed in the history search column.

What women wear is most attractive to men.

What color of stockings is best?

What kind of high heels go with stockings?

How low should the neckline of a dress be to be attractive to men without appearing frivolous?