The richest man in the world starts from picking up tatters

"It seems that you have seen the origin of this jar, young man, I don't know how you recognized it?"

The old man is kind-eyed and has a calm tone.

Su Cheng thought for a while, there is nothing to hide, so he nodded and said:

"The old man has good eyesight. This cricket jar looks ordinary and dirty, but the mouth of the cricket jar is slightly constricted. The abdominal wall is slightly curved, with round feet and a cover. The cover is lowered, and the center can be seen vaguely. When it comes to the hollow ancient money pattern, there is a double dragon playing bead pattern on the outer wall."

"And this jar seems to be very old, so I guess it should come from the blue and white cloud dragon pattern cricket jar during the Longqing period of the Ming Dynasty."

"What? Ming Longqing blue and white cloud dragon pattern cricket jar?"

The old man was slightly surprised.

He could see that the jar was unusual, but he couldn't identify it in more detail.

"Yes, I don't want to ask if it is right or not, it needs to be cleaned out by professional means."

Su Cheng said seriously.

"This black and broken thing is actually an antique of the Ming Dynasty?"

Chen Zhigang was also surprised.

The old man's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Su Cheng, and he repeatedly said:

"It turns out that the little brother is hidden, he is really a hero who has been a boy since ancient times!"

After Su Cheng had taken the Borrowing Bone Replacement Pill, he looked four or five years younger than his actual age.

Su Cheng hurriedly responded, waving his hand:

"The old gentleman has been rewarded, just wasting twenty years."

The old man saw that Su Cheng was so humble, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Little brother, if it is cleaned up for a while, it really belongs to the Ming Dynasty, I am willing to pay six million to buy it."

Six million?

Su Cheng nodded, if it is calculated according to the market price, six million is already considered high.

"Okay, please, old gentleman."

The two came to a shop called Wangantang on Antique Street.

The shop owner is named Li Xi, who is in his thirties.

His body is thin, his forehead is high, but his eyes are shrewd.

"Yeah, Mr. Mo, you actually came here, my shop is brilliant!"

Li Xi saw the old man and immediately greeted him with a cheerful smile:

Very respectful to this old man.

"Little Lizi, you, Wan Gantang, is a long-established brand for many years. You haven't passed on your grandfather's inheritance to the teacher these years."

The old man stared and said, then smiled again.

During their conversation, Su Cheng gradually understood that the old man's name was Mo Yangshan.

The middle-aged man with a big temper next to him is a housekeeper and the like, named Wang Fu.

The boss Li Xili in front of him is also famous in Antique Street, and Wan Gantang's collection is rare in fakes.

Li Xi makes good tea for the old man.

"What the old man said, I have been conscientious and conscientious all these years, I didn't dare to slack off!"

When he said that, he saw Su Cheng and asked in confusion,

"Who is this?"

"Su Cheng."

Su Cheng introduced himself quite concisely.

Finally, Mo Yangshan talked about the reason for coming this time.

"It turned out to be the case, since Mo Lao spoke, then I will try."

Li Xi took the jar in Su Cheng's hand and ran to the back hall.

The tea is fragrant and fragrant.

"Two of you, come and try. This is the best Pu'er tea."

Mo Yangshan drank lightly and slowly, savoring carefully.

Su Cheng and Chen Zhigang looked at each other, and sat down without being polite.

Su Cheng took a sip, only to feel fresh and mellow, fragrant and sweet.

"how is the taste?"

Mo Yangshan said with a smile.

Su Cheng shook his head and said, "Reluctantly."

Barely okay?

Mo Yangshan was startled, why couldn't he grasp the rhythm of this young man's speech?

Chen Zhigang was also anxious for Su Cheng, and he should not be polite to the benefactor.

But when he thought that Su Cheng might not be short of the six million, what he wanted to say suddenly stopped.

Wang Fu beside him sneered and said:

"Little brother, just drink tea, don't pretend to understand."

Su Cheng looked up at him and laughed in his heart.

This housekeeper seems to be ill-minded.

"Wang Fu, don't talk too much, little brother is also true temperament, everyone has their own taste."

Mo Yangshan glared at Wang Fu and said.

Wang Fu immediately lowered his head and whispered: "Yes, old man."

It was obvious that Mo Yangshan had a great interest in Su Cheng, and he continued to ask;

"Little brother, what is the bag on your shoulder? I think you will not leave for a moment."

This question aroused Wang Fu's interest, and he looked directly at the woven bag on Su Cheng's shoulder.

Chen Zhigang wiped a cold sweat secretly.

How could he not know that this was used by Su Cheng to harvest the tatters!

He prayed that Su Cheng would never say it, otherwise the price would be too low!

"Used for collecting tatters."

Su Cheng said lightly, Chen Zhigang suddenly had the urge to die.

"Receive...Take the tattered?"

Mo Yangshan and Wang Fu were dumbfounded when they heard this.

They have been chatting with a tattered one?

Mo Yangshan's hand in the teacup trembled slightly, and he took a sip to be shocked.

"It's no wonder that such good luck, it turns out that it is the eyesight developed by collecting the tatters!"

Wang Fu opened the taunt mode.

Su Cheng didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Wang Fu's tone, and shook his head and said seriously.

"That's you wrong. I got my eyesight only when I became a doctor of archaeology. I have no education and it's terrible. I don't know what education level you have, Brother Wang?"

Wang Fu's mocking expression suddenly froze on his face.

Damn, he graduated from postgraduate, and he was crushed into dregs in front of Su Cheng.

Also, what is the special name of Brother Wang!

Although Chen Zhigang is on Su Cheng's side, Su Cheng's "uncultured, terrible" sentence also made him feel ashamed.

Only the old man Mo Yangshan smiled cheerfully.

"What a Su Cheng, with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, interesting and interesting."

Mo Yangshan clapped his hands.

What rank he is, it only takes one glance to know its depth.

In his opinion, even if Su Cheng was harvested in tatters, he would still be a great figure.