Collecting rags and leaks live broadcast, making huge profit of 100,000 times at the beginning

"Mr. Wang laughed so weirdly, he must have picked up a treasure

!" "Needless to say, laughing so happily, the old man lost a lot just now

!" "Hahaha, worthy of Mr. Wang!" Looking

at Wang Heng's evil smile, netizens in the live broadcast room swiped the screen one after another.

Wang Heng looked at an item in the garbage heap, and information appeared in front of him.

Item: Newspaper

Details: Shanghai "Libao" Inaugural Issue, Out of Print

Material: Pulp

Age: September 1935 Quality

: Obsolete

Summary: Very Collectible Treasures

Reference Price: 100,000 Yuan Recycling Price: 100,000 Yuan

Looking at the information in front of him, Wang Heng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He never imagined that the most valuable thing in the pile would be a newspaper, and this was the first time he had seen the system's recycling price and reference price be the same.

"Mr. Wang, what good things have you picked up, tell your brothers. "

Don't look away, collect a pile of garbage, don't dare

to show it!" "Yes, anchor, we're here to see you pick up leaks! Not to see you collect rags! If you have a baby, you will show it!" Netizens

in the live broadcast room urged.

Wang Heng took out the newspaper from the garbage heap and said with a smile: "Didn't I pick up a leak

?" "What The F?!" "What the F?!" "What the hell is this, the newspaper?!" "

Anchor, are you stupid? This thing is also called picking up leaks?"

The sailors looked at the newspaper

in Wang Heng's hand with a confused expression.

Wang Heng unfolded the newspaper towards the camera in a hurry and asked, "Do you see something?"

The sailors opened their eyes and read it carefully over and over again.

But after reading it for a while, I didn't see anything different from this big newspaper.

"Mencius is stupid, Zhuangzi is stunned, Lao Tzu is also stunned, what is this?"

"Anchor, don't sell Guanzi, hurry

up!" "That's it

, it's all dying!" The sailors were hung up by Wang Heng, and they were curious.

But Wang Heng just didn't say anything, hid the newspaper in his arms, and pedaled the tricycle without hurry, making them as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

"Okay, I won't tease you, this is the inaugural issue of "Libao", an out-of-print tabloid!"

Dropping this sentence, Wang Heng no longer paid attention to the sailors in the live broadcast room, pedaled the tricycle at full speed, but after a while, he came to the antique street.

This kind of thing has to be understood by people who know how to understand it.

Crunch ~

As the old saying goes, it's better to come early than to come soon.

As soon as Wang Heng came here, he saw an old man opening the door of the store, it was Zhao Changbin, who came to cut off Hu yesterday.

And the other party also saw Wang Heng passing by at a glance, and hurriedly shouted: "Little brother, don't be in a hurry, I just made a pot of good Longjing, let's taste it together!"

The folding fan and Xuantong ingots two days ago have already made Zhao Changbin look at Wang Heng with admiration.

Now seeing Wang Heng come to the antique street again, he also expects that Wang Heng must have valuable treasures in his hands.

"Old man Zhao, you opened the door a little early, I'm afraid this pot of tea is not made for others, right?"

Wang Heng is not stupid.

It's only nine o'clock in the morning, and the antique street is basically not open, unless it is an appointment with a guest.

"Look at what you said, the old man pinched his fingers in the morning, and felt that there would be a distinguished guest coming to the door today, but as soon as he opened the door, he met you, little brother.

Wang Heng looked at the streets that were all closed, and finally returned to Zhao Changbin's door.

As one of the largest antique shops on this street, the scale of Jing Anzhai is on par with the Zhang family's antique shop, and Zhao Changbin is also a very knowledgeable person.

"Since Old Man Zhao is so refreshing, then I won't hide it, I'll show you a treasure, you see if you can accept it.

Wang Heng took out the newspaper from his arms and lit it up in front of Zhao Changbin's eyes.

"Newspaper?" Zhao

Changbin looked confused.

But when his eyes saw the headline on the front of the newspaper, he immediately took a deep breath.

"Wait, I'll give you a call and ask.

Zhao Changbin picked up his mobile phone and dialed the phone, and did not forget to explain while waiting: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and I really don't understand the value of your newspaper, but I have an old friend who likes to collect these unpopular things." As

soon as the voice fell, the phone went through.

"Hey, Lao Cao, I have a copy of the inaugural issue of "Libao" here, out of print, do you understand? Okay, then I'll ask people to wait in my store, you hurry up!" Hanging up the

phone, Zhao Changbin smiled and said: "Little brother, let's sit down and drink tea first, my friend will come over immediately, he is around here, very fast."

Zhao Changbin pulled Wang Heng to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

Wang Heng took the teacup with a smile and blew a cool breath, and the relevant information of the teacup suddenly appeared in front of him.

But when he saw the reference price of tens of thousands, he almost didn't hold it steady, and the tea spilled out.

Fortunately, he kept calm, pretended to change his hand unintentionally, and looked at the cup in his hand with a fake look.

After a while, he smiled and said: "Old man Zhao is arrogant, even the cup you drink tea is an old object of the Qing Dynasty! It is still a work of Jingdezhen porcelain in the prosperous era of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, and it is worth more than 100,000 yuan."

"Little brother has good eyesight!" If

Zhao Changbin was only optimistic about Wang Heng before, he already had a little more respect at this moment.

There are not many people who can see that this cup is an old object, but there are also a lot.

However, being able to tell the specific year and origin of the cup at once is not something that everyone can do.

He thought that Wang Heng had a master behind him to guide him and come out to sell goods and run errands on behalf of others.

Now it seems that this Wang Heng really understands, he is all relying on his ability to pick up leaks outside!

" "My cup, many treasure connoisseurs can't see so much information at a glance, little brother, your research on porcelain is unfathomable." "

Old Man Zhao praised it falsely, and there is indeed some research.

Zhao Changbin was full of praise for Wang Heng, and Wang Heng was not modest.

To do the antique business, it depends on an eyesight.

Although he sold a few good things in front of Zhao Changbin, it was enough to show his strength.

That's why he was so specific about the message.

And this also shocked the sailors in the live broadcast room.

"Waterma, the anchor is awesome!" "

What do I say, our king always has strength, but he is very low-key.

"Show!"

There were constant comments in the live broadcast room, and Zhao Changbin's friend Cao Deshuang also quickly rushed to Jing'anzhai.

"Lao Zhao, what about the newspaper you are talking about?"

"In the hands of this little brother Wang Heng!" Zhao

Changbin greeted, pulled Cao Deshuang to the table, and poured him a cup of tea.

Wang Heng also said that the newspaper lit up in front of Cao Deshuang's eyes, which suddenly made the latter's pupils dilated!