He Nianwei shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter.

Anyway, he knew it.

Through the knowledge of antiques he learned over the past few days, he knew that among all the ancient coins he got this time, this currency was the least valuable.

There is no way, there are too many such things.

This is the case in the market. Once there are too many things, they will be worthless and depreciated.

Especially Qianlong Tongbao is worthless. The general Tongbao costs only a few cents per piece. What he discovered is that it is good to be able to sell for ten yuan because of his special character.

He did not expect these things to be paid for. The key is to look at those Mingdao. As for one sword, there is still Tianyou Tongbao. Chunyou Tongbao is not going to sell good things. You have to keep them yourself.

It would be nice to go back and see Kong Xueyan.

The second Biaozi also understood what He Nianwei meant. At that moment, he used small tweezers to output Qianlong Tongbao one by one. There were a total of fifty-one pieces, with an estimated price of 510 yuan.

He Nianwei did not bargain, and Erbiaozi did not pay either.

The two of them no longer have these Qianlong Tongbao, because compared with these Ming swords, Qianlong Tongbao is really nothing, at most it is just a big deal.

The real big head is behind.

After counting Qianlong Tongbao, Er Biaozi put all the ancient coins aside. Then he picked up a bright knife and shook it in front of He Nianwei: "This thing is eighty-one."

Eighty is already a fair price. Because this little guy is not good at coming, he dare not sell too much. Of course, Eighty is not high. After all, he still wants to test whether this little guy is an expert.

He Nianwei smiled calmly and picked up the plastic bag and put away the Mingdao one by one.

"Okay, brothers are not divalent, one hundred and five."

Erbiaozi had already put away his contempt and offered a fair price.

"two hundred!"

He Nianwei said firmly: "You can't get one for less than this price."

Just kidding, He Nianwei had collected a lot of information before, so he knew that the estimated price of Mingdao on the market is more than 700 per piece. On the black market, 200 yuan is already the highest point of the purchase price. At higher than this price, the second dealer will have no profit.

But the second-hand dealer still has considerable profits at this price.

As soon as He Nianwei took action, he directly gave Erbiaozi a cap price.

And he is still so experienced.

It was this point that made Erbiaozi know at the first glance that he had met an expert. He hurriedly looked at He Nianwei with a pleasing look: "Two hundred is really too high. There are so many Mingdao, it will take me a long time to take action. In this way, I won't be 15, and you won't be 200. Let's discount the intermediate price, 18. Look at it, I won't make money when it is lower. What's the matter, brothers, give face and make friends!"

He Nianwei frowned, thinking that 18 is a fair price.

Although he knew that if he persisted, Erbiaozi would give out 200 yuan, he should not be too absolute in life. After all, the things he came from did not spend much energy, and he would also leave some profits for others.

He is actually not addicted to playing Guquan, he is just a living.

Thinking of this, he nodded and gave the hand to Erbiaozi: "Sure, I will pay the money and seize it in the same way!"

"Hehe, deal!"

Erbiaozi reached out his hand excitedly and took a photo with He Nianwei.

He can make a lot of money at a price of 18 yuan.

I got another good ancient spring background and was satisfied.

In this way, accompanied by a slight bang.

Even if two people have a deal.

The Er Biaozi took out a worn calculator and started calculating the total price for He Nianwei, and then paid again after finishing it.

From beginning to end, Er Biaozi didn't ask He Nianwei about the matter of one sword, Tianyou Tongbao and Chunyou Tongbao.

After staying in the Antique Street for a long time, he knew that this kid had spent so much money to beat the ancient spring of five thousand with one knife, and it was impossible for him to take action easily. Even if he took action, he probably couldn't afford the price, so he simply didn't want to open his mouth.

Fifty-one Qianlong Tongbao, fifteen Mingshaos cost a total of 3,210 yuan.

He Nianwei only took most of the day to get it done, so he felt more or less refreshed.

Put away the money and get up and leave.

But the Er Biaozi stopped him again: "Little brother, walk slowly, walk slowly, let's talk about how it is."

He Nianwei frowned, and the second Biaozi said again: "I have no other meaning. I think you are a big player in Quanqin and want to make friends. My surname is Fu, and my single name is Biao. I haven't asked my little brother's name yet.

"My name is He Nianwei."

He Nianwei nodded and stretched out his hand to hold Fu Tianbiao.

"So it's Brother He Nianwei!"

Fu Tianbiao smiled and poured a cup of tea for He Nianwei, and then respectfully pushed it to He Nianwei.

As for He Nianwei, he actually had nothing to do with Fu Tianbiao, and the next two of them were friends, and they started talking about the mountains from the south and the north.
Chapter completed!