The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

"It's just a little money, sprinkle it with water."

Su Cheng said nonchalantly, "Fatty, how are you feeling now?"

Hong Zhen chuckled.

"It's cool, Brother Cheng, you don't know how many big things I can do with this million!"

"I mean your body."

Su Cheng looked at Hong Zhen's body playfully.

"my body?"

Hong Zhen was puzzled.

Looking down, his eyes suddenly widened.

He actually saw his toes. Where did the raised beer belly go?

He actually saw a pair of narrow legs of Oppa. Where did the elephant legs go?

He actually saw eight pack abs and strong psoas. Is this really him?

For a time.

Hong Zhen seemed to be in the clouds and mist, and the whole person felt light and light.

"How about, fat man, I didn't knock these sticks in vain, right?"

Su Cheng said with a smile, the slimming stick really had a miraculous effect.

It can turn a fat person into a thin person, and it can also dissolve the muscles of a muscular man.

In short, it contains the bizarre effects of slimming, shaping and dissolving fat.

Suddenly······

Hong Zhen slid and ran out.

Ignoring the gang of teachers who were thinking outside the door, they went straight to an electronic scale in the stairwell.

Stand up, the number of gifts goes up.

75 kg!

"His~!"

Hong Zhen took a deep breath and slowly raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror with a handsome face.

This scene reminded him of his appearance before the fifth grade of elementary school.

More than 20 years have passed.

He finally saw his handsome face again!

The news that the principal was beaten down quickly swept the entire training center, and Su Cheng was also surrounded by a group of teachers and students.

"Brother Cheng, Uncle Cheng, give me a few sticks on my leg!"

"Shuai Guo, as long as you help me lose weight, I am willing to do anything!"

"Brother, I want to have a face-lift, do you have a face-lifting business?"

"Don't grab it, I'm here first!"

Su Cheng looked at the blessed stomachs and large bodies in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh, really fat guys are getting charming eyes.

He did not refuse to come, knocked it down one by one, and the fat people around were in pain and happiness!

May I ask anyone who can vent his temper without breaking the law?

Slimming stick to help you!

It wasn't until some people around were thinking of the stick that Su Cheng hurriedly bid farewell to Hong Zhen and took the first step.

"Brother Cheng, please greet your brother if you have anything to do in the future, move around and keep in touch!"

Hong Zhen touched the eight-pack abs on his stomach and smiled like a flower.

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Antique Street is very famous in Chengdu.

It is said that many masters with real golden eyes made a lot of money here and made a fortune overnight.

However, there are also bankruptcies.

Unfortunately.

Chen Zhigang has been walking on the edge of the latter.

"Brother Su Cheng, there will be an antique auction here at three o'clock in the afternoon. Then we can go and have a look. Now, we can go shopping and buy something to please."

At the corner of Antique Street, Chen Zhigang said politely, his eyes full of awe at Su Cheng.

Judging from the Ferrari opened by Su Cheng, Chen Zhigang knew that Su Cheng was definitely a rich second-generation boss.

The cowhide that Su Cheng used to blow does not seem to be fake now.

It's just that he didn't understand why the woven bag on Su Cheng's shoulder didn't leave for a moment.

"Okay, Brother Chen, let's go shopping first."

Su Cheng looked around and stepped in.

There are not many people on the antique street, but most people walking around are in suits and leather shoes or have extraordinary temperaments.

On the other hand, the small bosses who set up stalls on the roadside are all kinds of people, shouting loudly, soliciting customers, or sleeping lazily, half-opening their eyes, or holding ancient books, and pondering carefully.

Su Cheng glanced at the antiques on these stalls, her pupils contracted slightly.

Suddenly, the world before him was different.

With the blessing of the top appraiser masters, the essence of these ancient porcelains has been seen by Su Cheng.

"Hey, why are they fake?"

Su Cheng complained in a low voice.

Chen Zhigang smiled bitterly on the side:

"Brother, I want to buy a baby on this street. The probability is low. If you want to buy the genuine product, you can get it in the shop."

"Boy, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

An uncle who was holding an ancient book and wearing a straw hat snorted coldly.

"Who told you that you can't find baby here?"

"Let's take a look at this blue and white porcelain from the Yongzheng Period of the Qing Dynasty. It is light and handsome, elegant and delicate, with soft and round outlines, thin walls and light body, uniformly symmetrical, and Rangoon perspective, slightly blue. If you don't buy it, it will be your loss. "

The uncle opened his mouth and came.

Talking endlessly, gently stroking the blue and white porcelain with sapphire blue in his hand.

Chen Zhigang curled his lips.

He is a regular customer on this street, and he naturally knows that the boss is bragging.

"Brother, let's go ahead, there are better ones ahead."

Chen Zhigang said that he would leave Sucheng.

"Wait first."

Su Cheng waved his hand, knelt down, and looked carefully.

"Well, it's really good, boss, what's the price of this blue and white porcelain?"

When the boss saw that Su Cheng had taken the bait, he was immediately happy.

He stretched out three fingers and said in a firm tone:

"Thirty thousand, don't sell one less!"

"Thirty thousand? This is too expensive, three thousand, at most this number."

Su Cheng frowned.

This blue and white porcelain is indeed of good quality, but it is not from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty at all. It is just an imitation, and the workmanship is more exquisite.

"Three thousand? Little brother, you can chop too much, I am from the Qing Dynasty Yongzheng period!"

The boss' eyes stared like brass bells.

He thought the young man in front of him was a novice, but now he realized that this guy is an old fritters!

Su Cheng smiled and shook his head, and whispered:

"Boss, it's okay for you to coax the kids. The blue and white porcelain flower noodles in the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty were mostly orange peel patterns, and you don't have this characteristic at all."

"This porcelain foot feels rough to the touch, but during the reign of Emperor Yongzheng in the Qing Dynasty, it had a round "mud touch back". It was very smooth to touch with the hand, commonly known as "dengcaogen"."

Su Cheng deliberately lowered his voice in order to save some face for the boss.

There is a hidden rule in Antique Street.

If you see it through, you can't tell it.

Su Cheng's words made the stall owner blush.

"Yes, you are an expert, three thousand is three thousand."

The boss said helplessly.

It's only unlucky to meet someone who knows how to do it.

Just put Su Cheng in a box.

Chen Zhigang looked stunned.

If this blue and white porcelain is bought by him, it will cost ten to twenty thousand.

And Su Cheng just asked the stall owner to take out the blue and white porcelain with just a few words, which is too capable!

In an instant, Chen Zhigang made a decision.

Follow Su Cheng and you will definitely earn money!

"Wait, Boss, it's too easy for you to earn three thousand. I feel a little bit at a loss."

"Well, pack this cricket jar for me, too."

Su Cheng frowned, pointed to a dusty gray jar in the corner and said, there were still a few brushes in the jar.

Upon hearing this, the boss was immediately alert:

"Brother, you are too greedy. I bought this jar at a high price. You want to take it with you for three thousand and don't sell it!"

"Pull it down, this is just a broken jar. If I don't like fighting crickets, I'm too lazy to ask for it. Since I don't sell it, I won't buy this blue and white porcelain anymore, disappointing!"

Su Cheng sneered and stood up to leave.

Chen Zhigang only said that Su Cheng was upset, and quickly caught up.

Su Cheng secretly said in his heart: "One, two, three!"

really.

Next second.

"Ohhhhh, brother, come back!"

The stall owner really regretted it.

Su Cheng turned around triumphantly and looked at the boss with puzzled eyes.

"Count me unlucky today, three thousand five, you take it away!"

The boss took off his straw hat and fanned himself, he felt a little angry.

"Three thousand five, um, just barely do it."

Su Cheng looked reluctant, transferred three thousand five thousand and traded on the spot.

Chen Zhigang looked at the black cricket pot with disgust.

"Brother, is this broken jar worth five hundred?"

"There are so many broken jars in my yard."

The implication was to lament that Su Cheng had lost money.

"It's not worth it, it's mainly like it."

The corner of Su Cheng's mouth raised slightly.

In fact, how could he, who possessed the master-level appraising skills, buy and lose?

Su Cheng never cared about that blue and white porcelain vase, but this cricket jar was really valuable!

Just when Su Cheng got the cricket pot, a voice of vicissitudes came.

"Young man, can you show me this jar?"

Su Cheng looked up and followed the sound.

But I saw it was an old man with silver hair in a Tang suit, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the most special thing was that his ears meant to attract wind.

The old man leaned on a cane with a dragon head.

Behind him was a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed as a housekeeper.

"Old sir, you said this?"

Su Cheng pointed to the gray jar in his hand and asked.

Chen Zhigang and the stall owner next to them also appeared to come, curious, this jar looks like an ordinary jar.

Is there something tricky in it?

The old man came over, smiled and said:

"Boy, I like this cricket jar very much. I wonder if I can cut love?"

Su Cheng was startled.

Xindao, it seems that he is not the only one who can see the special features of this jar.

Su Cheng nodded and asked:

"I wonder what price the old man intended to buy it?"

The middle-aged man next to the old man stood up and smiled:

"Little brother, this jar is very ordinary, but we are willing to pay a high price for it. What do you think of 200,000 yuan?"

200,000???

The price made the stallholder's eyes glow green.

I had known that I could meet such a arrogant master, he would still sell a fart!

Unfortunately, it is too late to regret now.

After Chen Zhigang heard it, he couldn't see through Su Cheng suddenly.

He glanced hard, but didn't see anything special about this jar.

But someone actually offered a high price of 200,000 yuan. Had Su Cheng expected it?

"Brother, 200,000, just sell it to him."

Chen Zhigang hurriedly urged, whoever misses this opportunity is a fool.

However, Su Cheng shook his head and said with a deep smile:

"I don't want to sell it!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, and his expression suddenly became tense.

"Little brother, don't be greedy. Although 200,000 yuan is just a drop in the bucket for us, we are not taken advantage of."

"It's just a jar. My old man wants to buy it because he is nostalgic. Otherwise, no one will buy your jar for fifty yuan."

Hearing these words, the stall owner on the side blushed, wearing a drafting hat and lowered his head.

He thinks he really pitted Su Cheng.

The old man in the Tang costume still said nothing, staring at Su Cheng with warm eyes, calmly.

Su Cheng smiled lightly.

"Then I won't sell it."

After he picked up the jar and the blue and white porcelain bottle, he was about to leave.

"you!"

The middle-aged man did not expect that his aggressive strategy would be ineffective.

The old man in Tang suit glared at him suddenly, and the middle-aged man immediately closed his mouth.

"Hehe, boy, don't go, come and chat with my old man."

The old man summoned Su Cheng.

Su Cheng stopped and turned around.