Chapter 89: Sell the cannon and go down the mountain.

at this time.

Dig to the edge of the cannon pit.

There were seven or eight policemen surrounding them, but that was not the main point.

The main thing is that more than a hundred well-dressed people of all kinds gathered together to chat.

Like buying vegetables at the market.

even.

Wang Chen also saw an old man with his leg in a plaster cast and a walker under his armpit.

"Hahaha, Lao Wang's expression brightened up."

“He didn’t expect so many people.”

"They all look like they're here to buy things. The things the anchor finds are always easy to sell, and those treasures are top-notch."

"Fuck, I saw a familiar person, he seems to be an entrepreneur in our city, why is he here too?"

Wang Chen walked over.

Some sensitive collectors immediately came forward when they saw Wang Chen.

"Are you done with your work, Old Wang? Are you willing to part with your painting of Eighty-Seven Immortals? I want to pay a high price for it."

"Mr. Wang, I would like to buy your Long Bearded Dragon Silver Dollar. Can we discuss this in detail?"

"Mr. Wang..."

Wang Chen was instantly surrounded by people.

They all started talking at once.

Some secretly took out their mobile phones to take photos with Wang Chen.

Wang Chen pressed his palm downwards and said, "Listen to me, everyone. The items have been sold. I'm sorry for the trouble. Let's work together again next time if there's a chance."

The collector at the top of the mountain was somewhat disappointed when he heard that it had been sold.

But we didn't insist, just said a few polite words and left.

If you keep hanging around them, they will become annoying. They are not the kind of people who would make trouble. Lao Wang is so good at poaching people, there will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Ren Fei felt relieved.

He really wouldn't have the confidence to bid against this group of people.

I have to say that there is really nothing wrong with Lao Wang.

Hong Lei came over with Director Huang.

He always has a gloomy face, and it is rare for him to smile.

After all, asking for help.

"Xiao Chen, this is Director Huang. Let me introduce you. We have a good relationship."

"By the way, I have checked the cannon and it is not dangerous. You can sell it without worry."

"Okay, Captain Hong, please help me."

Wang Chen turned his gaze to the smiling Director Huang, and was stunned for a moment when he inadvertently saw the person behind Director Huang.

Isn’t this his cousin Wang Bo?
At this moment, Wang Bo was confused.

The moment others saw Wang Chen, their minds went blank.

The person Director Huang went to meet with such a grand ceremony was actually Wang Chen! ?

Thinking of the many big shots who came from the top of the mountain, they tried to please Wang Chen.

Wang Bo swallowed, his throat dry.

My cousin...

Director Huang is a fat man with a gold tooth. He wears a neat suit and his hair is neatly combed.

"Xiaochen, I haven't seen you for a month. You look much more handsome now!"

Director Huang took the initiative to shake hands with Wang Chen.

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Chen smiled, put down his hand and got straight to the point: "Director Huang, what are you doing here today?"

"It's like this. Our museum wants to buy your Qing Dynasty artillery, and we also want to buy some of your steel helmets, swords, and earthen guns. I will try my best to give you the highest price, but there is a limit. You see..."

Director Huang felt a little embarrassed.

He may not have offered as high a price as those collectors.

But there was no other way. The economy of Zhengyang City was in recession, and his operating funds were specially approved by Yang Qing.

The netizen withdrew the ten-meter-long sword.

"This guy is still a human being."

"Exactly. Unlike some people, they want Lao Wang to give them tens of millions of things right away. It's disgusting. When Lao Wang was just digging for treasure, he had to eat steamed bread. Why didn't he support him with some funds?"

"Hey! Curators in the live broadcast room, I know you are here! Watch carefully!"

Wang Chen thought about it.

After all, he is from the same place and is familiar with Yang Qing. He is also happy to see the development of Zhengyang City.

"Okay, I'll sell the cannon to you, Director Huang, for 1.5 million. As for the other small items, we'll talk about them later. Let's go see the cannon first." "No problem, thank you, Xiaochen."

Director Huang was very grateful to Wang Chen.

If you were to bid on this cannon, one million and a half would definitely not be enough.

He was considered to have owed Wang Chen a favor.

"I heard that your father loves to drink. I'll come visit him someday when I'm free. I also love to drink, haha."

"Just go when you have time. My dad is at home and has nothing to do."

The two chatted casually.

Wang Bo hesitated for a moment.
Mustering up the courage, he whispered, "Cousin...?"

"Ah."

Wang Chen nodded, "You're here too?"

"Well, cousin, you are busy, don't worry about me."

Wang Bo was in mixed feelings.

He didn't dare to cause trouble for Wang Chen, after all, everyone present was an important figure.

Director Huang's eyes flashed, but he said nothing.

Come to the place where the cannon is.

At this time, General Shenwei had been brought out by Hong Lei's men.

The mighty and domineering gun body lives up to its name.

The collectors who were staying nearby heard that the local museum had made the sale, and seeing that Wang Chen and Director Huang seemed to be on good terms, they stopped asking about the cannon.

Hong Lei asked, "Are there any more cannons nearby?"

"No more, just this one."

"That's fine."

Hong Lei complained angrily: "I have been working for so many years, and I have never had a break since I met you.

"Fortunately, there is only this one cannon. Now the grenades on the mountain have been basically cleared. I can finally have a good rest."

Wang Chen smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work, Captain Hong. I will have to help you more in the future."

"You kid! You're always looking for trouble for me, right?"

Everyone chatted for a while.

When the collectors saw that there was nothing to buy, this special "feast" ended, leaving only a small group of people waiting to buy guns.

Hong Lei led the police to withdraw the team.

Director Huang was responsible for transporting the cannon.

Next to the cannon.

Director Huang said happily: "Xiao Chen, didn't you dig up some guns and swords? What do you think about what I just told you?"

As soon as he spoke.

The collectors who had not yet left were dissatisfied.

"Brother, you are going too far. You have taken away all the cannons, but you don't even give us some soup?"

"Director Huang, one cannon is enough for your exhibition. These guns are just icing on the cake. You'd better not buy them."

Director Huang looked at Wang Chen and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll just pick a few ordinary ones, and you buy the rest."

soon.

A cart of small items was divided up.

Including the cannon, Wang Chen earned 2.4 million.

"It's getting late, let's hurry down the mountain. It will be dark soon and the mountain road will be difficult to walk on."

Wang Chen pulled the cart and went down the mountain with Director Huang, Liu Jin and others.

It took forty minutes and it was already dark.

A group of people came to the supermarket.

at this time.

The supermarket was always showing its yellow teeth. The supermarket, which was usually deserted, was crowded with customers today. Moreover, these people were generous and bought whole boxes of goods. All the inventory was sold out, making a profit of seven or eight thousand!
Later, he found out that a well-known anchor had come here.

Yang Zuolin sat at the door drinking beer.

The four of them looked excited and proud.

The bald man drank a glass of beer and his face turned ruddy.

"We were lucky today. We dug up more than 30 guns and more than 20 knives. If we sell them, we can get 100,000!"

“I don’t know how much that old Wang has dug.”

"He should have more than 40 guns, probably more than us, but not too much, after all, he was digging alone."

(End of this chapter)