Chapter 108： Fa Caijing (The guarantee date is 10,000, please collect!)

"Oh?"

"Boss Zhong, you have something to say!"

Song Yun was drinking tea, originally because he didn't want to be verbose with Zhong Fu, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible. Now it's different. After discovering good things, naturally he won't leave easily.

Song Yun has long since been the first time to pick up a leaking hairy boy. He remained silent and could not see any strangeness.

"It's not that I rely on the old to sell the old, but the facts are the facts. In this industry, I have spent much longer time rolling than you."

"When it comes to experience and insight, it's definitely first-class."

Zhong Fu put on a posture of tirelessly digging his heart out, Song Yun, his eyesight is too strong, you can know the truth at a glance, and people who want to fool you can never use ordinary methods.

Song Yun sneered in his heart. Zhong Fu was really good acting. People with no experience thought it was really for their own good, and wanted to teach life experience, help growth, and so on.

"Boss Zhong, I have no way to refute this. Your age is here!"

Song Yun said, Zhong Fu was uneasy and kind. If you want to cheat yourself, don't blame yourself for being polite.

"Is this not?"

"I have been observing for more than ten years. If you want to make a fortune in our business, you must not be too honest."

"For example, when I first opened a store, I had only one idea, that is, I thought about running a century-old store. All the products sold were genuine, but it was useless. Real things and antiques would not make much money."

"I can't understand why I can't make money if I do business honestly."

"Later, I finally discovered a secret. Those shops that made a lot of money and made a lot of money didn't sell serious antiques, they were all fakes."

"In our business, there is a saying in the antique shop that one is true and nine are false. In fact, they are basically fakes. It's really hard to find one out of 100 pieces."

"In the beginning, I couldn't accept it. How could I sell fake antiques?"

"But then I slowly figured it out. In this year, making money is the kingly way, and everything else is bullshit. Which of the shops around me don't make a lot of money by this trick?"

"Why can I not do something other people can do?"

Zhong Fu talked so much, sentence after sentence, without a pause in the middle.

"Oh?"

"Boss Zhong, you have said so much, still want to sell me the antiques in the store?"

Song Yun smiled. The purpose of Zhong Fufei's so much saliva is obvious. If it was that he had stood up and left before, it is different now. When he heard Zhong Fu Huyou, he had figured out a way. Opportunity, just mentioned this matter along the way.

"Yes!"

"correct!"

"I made this idea!"

Zhong Fu admitted this generously.

"Oh?"

"Why is this?"

"No antiques here are good things, you can't hide it from me!"

"Boss Zhong, if you have any ideas or plans, please tell me directly. There are only two of us here. You can tell me directly. Don’t go around in circles. I think if it is feasible or more direct. If you can If you make money, I will naturally agree, otherwise, I will leave immediately."

Song Yun simply spoke out, and he had to use this method to deal with people like Zhong Fu.

"Row!"

"Then I won't hide it!"

"Speak directly!"

Zhong Fu nodded.

"Song Yun, you are a connoisseur. You are really amazing. You can tell at a glance that none of my antiques are genuine. However, all of my antiques are high imitations, and most people can't see it. I can guarantee that!"

While talking, Zhong Fu looked at Song Yun, and found that when Song Yun heard that he mentioned Gao Fang, he had no special expression, and he was happy and felt that there was a play.

"As the saying goes, horses are not fat, people are not rich without windfalls, Song Yun, if you want to make a lot of money in our industry, you can’t just pick up the leaks. How can there be so many leaks in this world? You pick it up? It's impossible to keep mixing by this trick."

"You won't deny this, do you?"

Zhong Fu saw Song Yun nod his head and continued to flicker down.

"I have said just now that people who work in our business and sell real antiques honestly will not make a fortune."

"If you think about it, if you buy a real antique for 1 million, when you sell it, you can sell it for 1.2 million and you can already make a laugh. If you count it, you can make at most 200,000."

"However, the same fake antique was sold for at most 8,000 when it was bought. As long as you fudge it well, let alone sell it for 1.2 million, even if it is sold for 1 million or even 800,000, it can be sold. How much money do you make? Any fool can figure it out clearly."

"If you want to make a fortune, you have to sell fakes!"

"This kind of antique, as long as you can sell one, it will be enough for you to eat and drink!"

Zhong Fu took a sip of tea and moisturized his throat.

"Is this bad?"

"How can we do such a thing?"

"Selling fake antiques, this is a lie!"

Song Yun shook his head, with an unbelievable expression on his face, as if it were a young socialist.

"How can we be considered a lie?"

"Buying antiques and selling antiques, buying real things or buying fake things depends entirely on their own eyesight. People who buy antiques don't have this kind of eyesight and can't see the true and false. We can't blame us for this kind of thing!

"Drilling eyes or picking up leaks are normal things in our industry. Consumer law and the like are of no use to our industry. Our industry is unique."

Zhong Fu waved his hand, confidently.