Chapter 941

Cao Weiguo was certain that the plate in the bundle was an Xiaoshan Kiln celadon lotus petal pattern plate.

The location of the Xiaoshan Kiln was the former land of the Yue State during the Warring States period and was one of the origins of primitive celadon in Zhejiang. It continued to fire porcelain in the Southern Dynasties. Its characteristics were a grayish-white body and a greenish-yellow glaze. The lotus petal pattern products had Buddhist artistic colors, reflecting that Buddhism had already been widely spread in our country at that time.

This was a treasure that could be stored in the Forbidden City Museum, and even if it were taken abroad now, it could be exchanged for a lot of money.

Not to mention more!

Taking it to John Bull to sell for tens of thousands of pounds would be no problem at all.

As for how this behavior was in terms of law and morality?

Who knows!

Anyway, recalling the days of running red lights to deliver food.

Cao Weiguo couldn't help but resonate with the Fourth Master Chang in the teahouse.

"I love our country, but who loves me?"

Despicableness is the pass for the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble!

Compared to being poor and honest, being a beast of burden.

Cao Weiguo would rather be rich and noble, shamelessly enjoying himself.

It was fortunate that Cao Weiguo was not short of money in his pocket!

Otherwise, this treasure might one day appear in John Bull's museum.

Thinking of the treasures everywhere in this era but no one caring, Cao Weiguo had energy all over his body.

The current policy strictly controls cultural relics and antiques.

Officially, through cultural relic stores, such items are only collected and not sold.

Some of the antiques and cultural relics collected by cultural relic stores will also be sold abroad to earn foreign exchange.

And cultural relic stores pay attention to the clean origin of things.

Like the celadon lotus petal pattern plate sold to him by the man in the felt hat, it was definitely of unknown origin.

Sending it to a cultural relic store wouldn't sell for much money and could also invite disaster.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken it to the pigeon market to try his luck.

He could understand the situation in this era, the mentality of some people walking on thin ice.

Therefore, there were so many prodigal sons selling "heirlooms" in the pigeon market.

Now his ammunition was sufficient, and he would fire a volley when he found a target.

Taking the opportunity to secretly develop, making a small fortune in silence.

Not to mention when these antiques and cultural relics become valuable, he would be seventy or eighty years old and unable to move.

Vision cannot be limited to the country; the world is so big that you can go out and see it.

These things are not valuable in the country, but they can still be sold in Xiangjiang and Europe and America.

Buy low and sell high, isn't the startup capital there?

Even without Lou Xiaoe's relationship, Cao Weiguo would go to Xiangjiang sooner or later.

Now he is just waiting for the opportunity!

To realize the dream of the roc rising with the wind and soaring ninety thousand li.

Not to mention the distant ones, Cao Weiguo's task now is to accumulate funds in silence.

The pigeon market shrouded in night, people's shadows are like ghosts.

Various transactions are also in this dark environment, betting on luck and eyesight.

"A Kongming lantern, illuminating the goods but not the person!"

The seller neither shouts nor calls, letting the buyer come to the door by himself.

The two sides of the transaction lower their voices, without a trace of the noise and bustle of the market.

This is to ensure the secrecy of the market and the privacy of both parties.

When Cao Weiguo encounters an item he likes, he gathers it together and bargains slowly.

If there is someone else on the side, the big bargaining is done by pulling hands in the sleeves, and both sides compare numbers with their hands.

Before the price is agreed upon and before it is declared not to be bought, others cannot go ahead and buy it.

And this kind of behavior with a secret atmosphere is an old rule that has been passed down for a long time.

During this period, Cao Weiguo met an old Manchu.

This old Manchu had lost his iron-clad crop, but he had no specialized skills.

His children and grandchildren were either unfilial or incompetent, so he had to rely on selling his family assets to live.

This old Manchu was over sixty, physically strong, and mentally sharp, like an old fox.

He was not the kind of brainless "seed" who could be coaxed into dizziness with a few nice words.

A Tang Dynasty tri-color carved three-legged plate, he talked about it clearly and clearly.

Even if the market was not good, this old Manchu insisted on not selling it for less than twenty yuan.

What is the market for Tang Sancai?

Cao Weiguo bit his steel teeth, and he had to take it even if he bled!

Two large black tens were handed over, and the old Manchu sighed and handed over the plate.

The treasure passed down from his ancestors was gone just like that!

I really don't know how to explain it to my ancestors underground!

After getting the Tang Sancai, Cao Weiguo continued to wander in the dark.

On the way, he heard a familiar voice and peeked secretly.

Unexpectedly, he saw an acquaintance!

Although the person was covered tightly, the voice and figure could not be hidden.

Third Uncle Yan Fugui was arguing with a middle-aged man.

He wanted to sell the coal briquettes he brought for a good price.

This time he came here to test the water and feel the market for coal briquettes.

Unexpectedly, the market for coal briquettes was really good.

The price was actually three times higher than the market.

But with the idea that every cent counts, even if it was three times, he had to bargain.

Cao Weiguo listened for a while and then quietly left.

There is no such thing as "fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, two eyes full of tears" here.

The pigeon market cannot see the light, and the most afraid is to meet people.

After wandering for another twenty minutes, he collected a few old items.

Cao Weiguo then left the pigeon market with the bundle, still feeling unsatisfied.

Riding his bicycle through the streets and alleys, suddenly two people ran out of an alley, followed by a group of people holding tools.

"Chase them for me!"

"Little Bastard, you can't run away!"

The people behind chased and cursed, looking like they were going to tear the other party into pieces.

Of the two running in front, one was suddenly tripped, and one hurriedly helped.

"Kuiyong, you go first!"

"Let's go together!"

One pushed his companion, and one refused to leave his companion behind.

In this gap, seven men holding sticks chased over.

Cao Weiguo was stunned when he heard the names "Little Bastard" and "Kuiyong."

If it was just a single "Little Bastard" or a single "Kuiyong," it might be a coincidence.

But if "Little Bastard" and "Kuiyong" appeared together, then the identities of the two were almost certain.

Looking back, he once sighed, "When I was young, I thought I was Zhong Yuemin, but I didn't expect to live as Li Kuiyong in the end."

"Little Bastard! Aren't you quite crazy!"

"Not only did you steal our business, but you also dared to attack people behind our backs!"

"Now why aren't you crazy anymore! If you have the guts, don't run!"

A young man with a flat head and a face full of flesh tapped his palm with a stick.

The others surrounded Little Bastard and Li Kuiyong tightly. ===== CHAPTER 943 =====