Yan Mingshun parked the car at the corner of the street, carefully guarding the schoolbag, which was just collected by the little uncle, he took a cursory look, most of them should be real things, but I don't know how much it can be worth.

He came here to sell goods, and since he accidentally met the owner of this paper shop the year before last, his life has undergone a qualitative change, and his horizons have been broadened.

And going to be a soldier is also the boss's suggestion, the boss said a sentence that touched him, he said that money is easy to get, but power is difficult to find, money may not have power, power but must have money.

The most important thing is that if you have money and no power, sooner or later the money will be taken away.

Yan Mingshun realized that his previous ambition in life was just to be a rich man and let his grandparents, grandmothers and uncles live a good life, but now he thinks differently.

He not only wants to let his grandfather and them live a prosperous life, but also to climb to the peak of power, a peak that Tan Shufang can't climb in his life.

"Uncle Ming, there are good things for you to palm."

Yan Mingshun entered the paper house, and greeted a middle-aged fat man in a white silk Tang suit at the counter with a smile, the man looked about forty years old, white and chubby, just like a white-flour steamed bun that had just come out of the pot, and it was soft and soft.

The man is the shopkeeper of the paper house, surnamed Ming, no one knows what his name is, and everyone in the circle calls him Boss Ming, and his status is extraordinary.

"Mingshun is here, what good things did you get?"

Uncle Ming smiled like Maitreya Buddha, his jaw trembled, his big bald head was brighter than a hundred-watt light bulb under the morning light, Yan Ming obediently took out a black bowl from his schoolbag, which was larger than an ordinary rice bowl, shaped like a hat, and there were too many dirts on the bowl wall, so he couldn't see his true face clearly.

"Uncle Ming, can you show me what age this is? I don't know for sure. ”

Yan Mingshun respectfully handed his hands to Uncle Ming, who was still a little drowsy, but when he saw this dirty bowl, his eyes widened sharply and shot out of his semen.

"I'll have to wash and see, you come with me."

Uncle Ming was auspicious for a while, and his jaw trembled even more, but he still didn't dare to make a conclusion, so he picked up the bowl and went to the back room, and Yan Ming hurriedly followed.

The front of this house looks inconspicuous, but the back is suddenly bright, there is a deep courtyard style, Yan Mingshun is also the first time to enter here, secretly frightened, but his face is silent, his eyes do not squint.

Uncle Ming took him to the innermost room, which was full of tools and potions that Yan Mingshun didn't know, as well as a lot of broken porcelain pieces or something, like a broken home.

"Do you know how much money someone paid in front of this pile of porcelain?" Uncle Ming asked suddenly.

Yan Mingshun shook his head, although he knew something, but it was only rough and rough, Uncle Ming smiled and stretched out a palm, Yan Mingshun asked tentatively: "Five hundred?" ”

Uncle Ming glared at him, and said angrily: "Five hundred yuan can't even buy one, five thousand." ”

Yan Mingshun was startled, looked at the pile of broken porcelain pieces in horror, and asked, "Uncle Ming, you didn't sell it?" ”

"Of course I don't sell it, I want to buy my treasure for five thousand, and there is no door."

Uncle Ming snorted, took a small brush, dipped it in some water and gently brushed the small bowl, and gradually, this dirty small bowl revealed its true face.

"This is the Jun kiln red spot bucket hat, it can be regarded as a high-quality product, but it is not well preserved, and there are gaps." Uncle Ming looked at a small gap in the side of the bowl with some regret.

Yan Mingshun showed a clear smile, he himself looked at the Jun kiln red spot bucket hat, and asked, "Does Uncle Ming accept this bowl?" ”