Chapter 2786: Actually a Bronze

"Qingqing, five hundred yuan is not enough to go shopping in the flea market." Ye Mingcheng whispered, wanting to get more, he didn't panic because he had money in hand.

"If you don't have enough, buy less. The third floor is almost full of the junk you bought. If you buy more, our house will become a flea market." Ye Qingqing choked angrily.

She originally thought that Ye Mingcheng was born into a wealthy family, and he must have had a good vision. Moreover, he was also Ye Xunmei's biological son. Although the old scumbag had a problem with his character, his talent was undoubted, especially When it comes to antiques, Ye Xunmei is much better than some so-called experts.

Regardless of genetics or environmental influence, Ye Mingcheng is not a king, but he certainly cannot be a bronze.

Therefore, Ye Qingqing still had confidence in Ye Mingcheng and allowed him to move junk goods home again and again. He saw that there were more and more old objects in the house day by day. They were all on the third floor and there were a lot of them on the second floor.

One time Ye Xunmei returned to Pingjiang, Ye Qingqing wanted to ask him to help appraise it to see how much money he could earn from the old items on the second floor. Ye Mingcheng spent a lot of money collecting these junk items over the years. The annual average is 10,000, which adds up to at least 60,000 to 70,000.

Strictly speaking, Ye Mingcheng was the biggest loser in the family, and Wuchen was dwarfed by him.

Ye Qingqing didn't expect to earn much back, as long as he could maintain his capital. However, Ye Xunmei patiently looked at dozens of items, and found out that all of them were fakes. No one wanted them when they were sold as scraps, and they were worthless.

Ye Mingcheng refused to give up and selected a lot of items that he thought were genuine and asked him to identify them. The result was still the same. They were all fakes and low-quality imitations. No one with a little knowledge of antiques would be fooled.

Ye Xunmei eliminated more than half of it, and he couldn't bear to read the rest, because he felt that the possibility of finding the genuine product was slim, and he left a serious sentence -

"Mingcheng, why don't you go learn Go and Tai Chi? It's free."

But Ye Mingcheng still didn't give up. He firmly believed that one day he would find genuine products, and he liked the fakes quite a bit, as well as the fake ones. However, he became more cautious after that, unlike before where he bought everything he saw.

"There must be treasures inside." Ye Mingcheng wanted to be fair to the old objects on the second floor. In his eyes, those were treasures, and he felt that even if a big wave washed over the sand and a blind cat killed a mouse, he could still hit it. There are one or two genuine ones, and I will ask his father to help identify them another day.

"Grandpa said you don't have this talent, and all the stuff you get back is rags. Baby, you're big, and it's only five hundred yuan anyway. You can buy whatever rags you want, but you can't give them to Wu Chen. Dr. Hu, could you please help me supervise me?" Dad, if he secretly gives Wuchen money again, just call me and I’ll give you a bonus.”

Doctor Hu agreed without hesitation, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep you in jail."

Of course he is not doing it for the bonus, he is doing it to save the prodigal girl who was raised crookedly. The task is quite arduous!

Ye Mingcheng glared at Dr. Hu angrily. He used to think that this guy was honest and loyal, but he turned out to be a man of many minds. Dr. Hu just pretended not to see it and kept his expression calm. It was not Ye Mingcheng who had the final say in the family, he had to listen to Ye Qingqing. of.

Listen to whoever pays you.

Everything was arranged, and Ye Qingqing was ready to go home. He saw a celadon-glazed pottery pot placed on the clinic table. It was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The porcelain surface was not too smooth. The color was cyan and a little earthy. It looked a bit rustic, but it fit. Ye Qingqing noticed that she was recently looking for a simple jar to arrange flowers in, and this clay jar suited her well.