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Wrapping everything in a bedsheet and stuffing it into the backpack, Bai Tang began packing a cabinet full of books. There were very few with substance; most were martial arts and romance novels, and of course, the majority were collections of comic books. Back in the day, when she was studying, she had dozens of volumes of Dragon Ball, but the collection Bai Tang bought only had four volumes that contained all the content. Bai Tang was reluctant to part with this cabinet of books; she had originally planned to ship them home, but now that she had a portable package, it was simply too convenient.
The scattered items in the room were packed into the backpack, instantly making the space feel much more spacious—Bai Tang even packed pots and pans. Looking at the nearly full backpack, she decided to move some unnecessary items to storage. Besides storage, the gang's base could also hold things, but unfortunately, it wasn't as convenient as the backpack and storage; one had to enter the gang's base to place items there, and they couldn't just be left on the ground, or they would disappear. After organizing her belongings, Bai Tang took out a teacup and about half a pound of Gold Ingots from her backpack. Holding the Gold Ingots up to her eyes, Bai Tang kissed the ingot. This was all money! It felt great to get rich overnight! Unfortunately, she was just a citizen without connections or backing; although she had so many good things, she couldn't sell them all for cash, or else she would become a billionaire—she had two paintings by Tang Yin and one by Wu Daozi, all national treasures.
After a good sleep, Bai Tang left with the Gold Ingots and teacup. She ate a bowl of scrambled egg beef congee and half a basket of dumplings at a restaurant downstairs before taking a taxi to the city center. The taxi speed was too slow and too many stops were made; Bai Tang didn't want to complicate matters.
Upon arriving in the city center, Bai Tang first went to a famous gold shop where she exchanged Gold Ingots for sixty thousand yuan. Then she took another taxi to Antique Street. Bai Tang strolled slowly down the street, comparing the decorations of the Antique Shops on both sides and observing the shopkeepers before finally choosing to enter a moderately decorated shop called Fortune Pavilion.
The shop was decorated very traditionally. Although Bai Tang didn't know much about antiques, with system prompts guiding her, she could tell that there were at least two layers of genuine items displayed here, which was much more substantial than other shops that only showcased one or two genuine antiques. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man in his forties wearing gold-rimmed glasses; he was of medium height and dressed in a blue Tang suit, looking quite refined.
"How can I help you?" Seeing Bai Tang enter, the owner stood up with an appropriate smile.
"Hello, do you buy antiques here?" Bai Tang had a good first impression of the owner.
"Yes," Zhang Feng replied. "Please take out your items for me to appraise. If they are genuine, I will offer you a reasonable price; if you do not wish to sell them, I will charge you two hundred yuan for the appraisal fee."
Bai Tang nodded, feeling that this owner was quite reasonable. She had heard of people going to antique shops to sell antiques only to find out they were genuine but refusing to sell them just to avoid paying appraisal fees.
Seeing that Bai Tang had no objections made Zhang Feng's impression of her even better. She was genuinely looking to sell something rather than being a difficult customer unwilling to pay for an appraisal.
"Miss, what do you want to sell? Please take it out!"
Bai Tang took out the teacup and placed it on the counter with both hands. Zhang Feng initially seemed indifferent, but as soon as his gaze landed on the teacup, his eyes widened. Ignoring his composure, he rushed forward and picked up the teacup with both hands.
"This is Jian Zhan Black Glaze!" Zhang Feng held the teacup in his hands, unable to take his eyes off it.
"Boss, is Jian Zhan Black Glaze valuable?" Bai Tang had no understanding of antiques at all.
Zhang Feng kept his gaze on the teacup and casually replied, "Of course it's valuable. Jian Zhan Black Glaze is a type of pottery from the Song Dynasty. The people of the Song Dynasty revered Jian Zhan Black Glaze. Scholars enjoyed tea competitions, and the teacups used needed to have a stark contrast between the tea and the cup to showcase aesthetic beauty, which is why they used Jian Zhan Black Glaze. Song Zhu Mu recorded in his work, Comprehensive Survey of the Regions: 'In tea competitions, the one whose water marks fade first loses, while the one that lasts longer wins. The tea color is white; when poured into a black cup, its marks are easy to verify.' The most precious item among Jian Zhan Black Glaze is the Rabbit Hair Cup. When tea is poured into this cup, the black glaze crystallizes into a myriad of colors, enhancing the artistic beauty of tea tasting. This teacup you have is a Rabbit Hair Cup..."
Bai Tang's eyes lit up upon hearing this; something so precious must be worth a lot. Heh, isn't it just a Rabbit Hair Cup? She still had several sets in her backpack!
"Boss, give me a fair price! I'll sell you this Jian Zhan Black Glaze, and you can keep it and admire it slowly!"
"Really?" Zhang Feng turned around sharply, his face filled with surprise.
"I don't understand antiques, so I naturally want to sell it to someone who does, lest it gathers dust in my hands!" Bai Tang smiled lightly, as if she didn't regard such a valuable antique highly—indeed, she didn't; she simply had too many good things.
"Great! You're exactly the kind of seller I like! Don't worry; I will definitely give you the most reasonable price so that you won't suffer any loss!" Hearing that the treasure in his hands was about to become his own made Zhang Feng extremely happy.
"At last year's auction in Hong Kong, a similar Rabbit Hair Cup sold for three million two hundred thousand. I'm not trying to take advantage of you; how about two million eight hundred thousand?"
Bai Tang nodded in agreement. She understood that prices at auctions are often inflated and not genuine. The boss offering her forty thousand less than the auction price was enough to show his sincerity.
"I'm very satisfied with this price!"
"You are straightforward!" Zhang Feng was even happier. He found a velvet-lined box and carefully stored the teacup inside. "Should I transfer the money to you or write you a check?"
"Transfer the money!" Bai Tang provided her bank account number to Zhang Feng, who quickly processed the transaction. Before long, Bai Tang received a text message from the bank, notifying her that two million eight hundred thousand had been credited to her account.
"Thank you, boss!" Bai Tang said with her eyes squinted in a smile as she stood up to leave.
"Here’s my business card. If you have any more antiques to sell, just contact me directly!" Zhang Feng handed his business card to Bai Tang. He had a feeling that this girl had more than just the Jian Zhan Black Glaze in her possession; she likely had many valuable items. Building a good relationship with her could lead to more opportunities for him.
"Thank you." Bai Tang took the card and casually put it in her pocket. She was heading home and wouldn't be dealing with the boss again, so it didn't matter whether she had a business card or not. Little did she know that there would be many more opportunities to collaborate with Zhang Feng in the future. This transaction was just the beginning of her life as a dealer. Zhang Feng was not an ordinary antique shop owner; his significant background would save Bai Tang from many troubles.
Zhang Feng watched as the girl's figure disappeared from view, running his fingers over the box containing the tea cup. "An interesting person! I wonder if there will be another chance to meet!"
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