Chapter 650: Collecting Stones

The boss is still dazed; how did you just walk off like that?

He hurried over to chase them and blocked them.

"Ah, ah, how did you just leave?"

Yang Tian was still frightened.

"You, coming from the imperial palace—can we afford it?"

"Why not just leave?"

"The money we have on us—we can't even afford the table leg."

The boss also realized he had boasted too much, scaring them away.

"Hey, why won't you let me finish?"

"The style I'm describing comes from the palace."

"This is a later imitation."

Yang Tian patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fake—you gave me a start!"

"If it's fake, that's fine—we sell fakes; they're cheap, and we still save face."

"Boss, how much is this table—how many tens?"

Just then, hearing this, the boss almost fell over.

"Young man, even if it were fake, it couldn't be just a few tens; besides, it's not fake—it's an imitation."

"Do you understand what imitation means?"

Yang Tian was very stubborn.

"Then it's still not fake."

"Boss, just name a price in the tens, roughly, and we'll buy it."

The boss felt a pang of heartache.

"Brother, even if it's fake, it can't be just a few tens."

"Look at this material—the table is so big, yet it's made so delicately."

Yang Tian stepped forward and took a look.

Then he spoke confidently.

"Ah, it's reddish with a bit of black—probably rosewood."

"Boss, is this made of blood sandalwood?"

The boss almost fainted.

"What blood sandalwood? This is genuine, fairly priced purple sandalwood."

"Look at this color, this grain..."

Yang Tian let out a loud shout.

"Even a fake uses purple sandalwood?"

The boss got a little angry.

"Imitation, imitation—why don't you understand?"

"An imitation certainly has to use real wood; otherwise, how could it be called an imitation?"

"If you don't use real wood, wouldn't that just be a fake?"

Yang Tian said matter-of-factly.

"Isn't it just a fake?"

The boss suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Yang Zhangfeng tugged at Yang Tian.

"What the boss means by imitation is that it uses the same material as the real thing."

Only then did Yang Tian seem to understand a bit.

"Ah, the material is real?"

The boss nodded, feeling resentful.

Yang Tian hesitated a moment.

"So does that mean it would cost several hundred?"

The boss rolled his eyes.

"At least two thousand."

"Look at the tabletop—it's not pieced together; it's a single piece."

"A tabletop this big is rare nowadays; if it's less than two thousand, I won't sell it."

Yang Tian looked at Yang Zhangfeng and asked.

"Brother, is wood really that expensive now?"

Yang Zhangfeng shook his head.

"It's not that expensive; otherwise, we could buy the wood, find a craftsman, and make it ourselves."

"I think, materials plus labor, it'd be about eight or nine hundred."

The boss, hearing that, almost collapsed to the ground.

"If you want to make it yourselves, why come here—are you just messing with me?"

Yang Tian shook his head.

"Making it ourselves would be too slow; we need it urgently, and buying wood and finding a craftsman is a hassle—if the boss lowers the price, we'll buy it."

Damn, we're talking price, not even avoiding people anymore, right?

Today I ran into two complete novices—bad luck for eight lifetimes.

"Boss, 1100—sell or not?"

Yang Zhangfeng grabbed hold.

"You gave too much."

Yang Tian looked like he'd misspoken, even patting his own mouth.

Here the rule is: a spit and a nail—once it's out of your mouth, you must own it.

The boss took a look and exclaimed, "Damn, is that saying too much?"

This leaves him wondering how to raise the price—what if they just take the excuse and back out?

He gritted his teeth.

"Sold."

Yang Tian felt a wave of regret, his face full of grief.

"Boss, can we...?"

The boss immediately refused.

"Can't—hurry up and pay."

Although we didn't earn much, we absolutely can't let these two guys get off easy.

Yang Tian wore an unwilling face, slowly taking out his wallet.

Then he counted out 1,100 and handed it to the boss.

The boss grabbed it, gave a tug, but couldn't pull it free.

Yang Tian held on tight, refusing to let go.

Pitifully begging.

"Boss, could you give a discount?"

Having gotten a bargain, the emotional value must be provided fully.

Seeing this, the boss indeed became happy, he pushed aside Yang Tian's fingers and started singing happily.

"Once bought, no returns."

Only then did Yang Tian and the other guy reluctantly carry it away and leave.

The boss saw that the cheapskate wouldn't even spend on delivery, exhausting you.

Yang Qing watched all along, truly amazed at how seasoned his two sons were.

Damn, this is too skilled.

These two guys definitely aren't doing this for the first time.

Just this acting, this level.

We don't know how many people's nests they've dug out.

Awesome.

They moved the items to storage, then the two guys started sweeping through again.

After a day, they dealt with thirty or forty pieces of furniture.

All are old items, none bought as material.

If Yang Qing came, he'd take everything that's rosewood, genuine or not.

Moving it equals profit.

In a few years, at least a tenfold increase.

However, although these two guys bought little, the value is huge.

Just that painting table is only a bit smaller than Ma Weidu's.

This must be worth tens of millions?

Ten thousand times!

Others, even if not that huge profit, a hundredfold should be no problem.

Capable people, making money is just this easy.

Father and son three, also bought with enthusiasm, continuously browsed the furniture market for a week.

Old furniture, they dealt with several hundred pieces.

Also several hundred pieces bought as material.

All the items were transported to Yang Zhangfeng's warehouse.

A warehouse of over ten thousand square meters, filled with wood.

Yang Zhangfeng was very satisfied with his collection.

"Dad, this wood is all I collected from across the country."

"Although not much, it should be enough for repairs."

Yang Qing was fuming.

"Is there any nanmu, especially sunk wood?"

Yang Zhangfeng took him to an area where everything is nanmu.

"There's timber, but no sunk wood; you don't use sunk wood for construction."

For construction it's not used, but for furniture and artistic crafts it is.

Yang Qing advised.

"You can't just think about construction; it can also be used for furniture and other things."

You're in construction, you need to gather more of all kinds of timber.

How can these few warehouses of yours suffice?

At least you need a hundred.

Think about it, our family has so many people; if your nieces and nephews want to build a few houses and you have no materials, then later they'll laugh themselves to death at you.

Buy, not only must you buy, but also you need high quality and large quantity.

We Yang Family people either don't do it, or if we do, we must do it to the best.

Yang Zhangfeng opened his mouth wide upon hearing that.

Yang Tian explained on his behalf.

Dad, Elder Brother doesn't have that much money.

Yang Qing glared.

Since it's for storing materials for the family, of course the family should support it.

Like this, I'll first invest ten billion just for fun.

However, when purchasing materials, you need to use skill; don't let our buying drive up the market.

Make secret bids; don't let outsiders into the village.

Yang Zhangfeng was dazed by this ten billion.

Where is this ten billion? This is thick fatherly love.

Yang Tian is so envious he can't stand it.

What is this? Lying down and winning.

With this money, what is there to worry about for the rest of one's life?

Just sleeping every day is fine.