Chapter 45 44. Selling the Red Box

In fact, of course the red box is not with me, but Lao Wang has a sand table, which can be taken out anytime and anywhere, so he nodded seriously, and said: "Yes, I have it with me, and put it on the helicopter."

"Why didn't I see it?" Charlie was at a loss.

Wang Bo said impatiently: "You just didn't notice. Do you remember that I put a black backpack in the back seat when I got on the plane? The red box is in there."

Charlie looked confused: "Then you are too weird, why do you bring this red box when you come to Wellington?"

Wang Bo said: "Why do you have so many why? One hundred thousand why? The blue cat is naughty and asks three thousand questions? I like to carry it. I made a plan to sell the red box before I came to Wellington, okay?"

"All right, all right, why are you so excited? I'll contact the people at Christie's auction house tomorrow, they should be interested in this red box." Charlie raised his hand in surrender, "Also, can you change your temper? I bet you, damn you, must have been a tyrant in ancient times!"

"Thank you for the compliment. A tyrant is also a monarch. I never knew I was so talented and powerful." Old Wang replied.

In this way, the two of them can't go to the bar, and Charlie accompanies him to the helicopter to pick up the red box.

At night, the lights on the tarmac were dim. Wang Bo prepared his backpack and red box in advance, and just opened the door and held them in his hand. Charlie didn't discover his secret.

Early the next morning, Wang Bo was using Wellington's special fruit biscuits when someone knocked on the door.

After opening it, Charlie walked in with two middle-aged white men, and introduced: "Wang, come to welcome our friends from Christie's, this is Quincy Robinson and Dolby Snelders, both of them are European archaeologists and Specialists in royal collections."

Lao Wang shook hands with them enthusiastically, and showed the red box to them.

Quincy put on his gloves and opened the red box with a solemn face, while Dolby took pictures beside him, this is to leave evidence, in case there is something wrong with the box, the two of them will not be able to figure it out.

Opening the red box, "Bay Poetry Collection" was first exposed. Wang Bo remembered that he had put the collection of poems in it, so he quickly took it out and said, "Sorry guys, you continue."

The authenticity of the red box is easy to identify. As Charlie said, the two are experts in the archeology and collection industries. After observing the patina of the red box and the words printed on it, they confirmed the authenticity.

In particular, there are some photos of Margaret Thatcher and Sir Howard in the red box, which can further prove the identity of the red box.

The two looked at each other, and Quincy made a phone call and came back and said, "Sir, we have asked the manager for instructions. If you are willing to sell it for 530,000 yuan, then we can make a deal now."

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "530,000 is impossible, let me tell you a price, 800,000, yes, 800,000 New Zealand dollars, if you are interested, then take it."

Upon hearing the quotation, the two laughed together, and Quincy said with a smile: "Mr. Wang is really humorous, but this quotation is too outrageous, we can't offer such a price."

Of course Wang Bo knew that it was impossible for them to directly accept such a price, so it was possible to negotiate.

When it was time to earn milk powder money for the son in the small town, Lao Wang was full of energy: "Listen to me first, two people, 530,000 is definitely not possible, you are experts, that is the price quoted two years ago, just because of inflation , now it has to be 600,000, right?"

"Secondly, there is an old saying in China that things are rare and expensive. You don't understand what it means, so I will continue to say it. Mrs. Thatcher only used two red boxes in her life. The first red box has already If it is treasured by others, then this is the only red box that can be circulated in the world, so it is okay to add another 200,000 in value, right?"

Quincy said patiently: "Perhaps what you said makes sense, but you overlooked the most important point, that is, we are an auction, and we need to make a profit. If we accept this box at the auction price, we still have What profit?"

Hearing this, Wang Bo knew that it would be no problem to sell this box at a high price today, and the two of them were bound to get this box, otherwise it would be impossible to bargain with him!

Charlie also understood this, and the two looked at each other, with a sly smile like an old fox on their faces, and the negotiation officially started.

The two went into battle together, Pharaoh insisted on the reserve price, and Charlie persuaded in every possible way to make sure that the negotiations would not collapse.

During this period, Quincy kept calling and talked for 40 minutes. The price dropped to 720,000 New Zealand dollars. We can accept the price of 10,000 yuan, but these photos must be sent to us together."

Wang Bo decided to make a deal. He knew that these photos must be extraordinary, because during the negotiation, he noticed that Quincy and Quincy looked at them more than once out of the corner of their eyes.

The two parties shook hands and negotiated a deal. Quincy took out the stamped purchase contract, wrote the box and photos, and asked Wang Bo to sign it. The deal was considered a deal.

Finally, Wang Bo took a look at the photo, and Charlie had a good idea, so he smiled and said, "You really took advantage of it. Not only did you buy a precious red box, but you also bought these precious photos. I bet you will get a bonus when you go back." .”

Quincy said: "Okay, Mr. Stallone, stop playing around, we understand what you mean, you want to know what's going on with these photos, right?"

He picked up the photos, picked out a photo of the Iron Lady and Sir Howard, and handed the others back to Wang Bo, saying: "Only this one is valuable, because the handwriting on the back belongs to Mrs. Thatcher."

He turned the photo over and wrote on the back: Thanks to my old friend Howard for his hospitality, because of him, New Zealand feels like home, God bless him, God bless England, M·H·T.

"However, this photo is not worth much if it is sold alone. It may be more attractive if it is auctioned together with the red box, but we don't make much money." Duby added.

Wang Bo is not interested in how much money Christie's can make. It is impossible for one party to make money in business. Only when everyone has money can they do business.

Quincy wanted to take away Wang Bo's bank card. He took a picture and called again. Then Wang Bo received a text message from the bank on his mobile phone, and 720,000 New Zealand dollars had been credited to the account.

The business is done, and everyone is happy. In this way, Wang Bo earned more than 1.2 million New Zealand dollars during this trip to Wellington. In conversion, his worth has exceeded 10 million—of course, the unit is RMB.

In this way, Lao Wang remitted 100,000 yuan to his parents again. International remittances needed buffer time, so he called his father and told them to remember to check the account.

Hearing that my son called home 200,000 yuan, my mother snatched the phone and said in a trembling voice, "Little Bo, have you really gone abroad to engage in pyramid schemes? Why did you suddenly make so much money? Let me tell you, you can't do it." Illegal thing! Although our family is not rich, we live an upright and ambitious life..."