Chapter 81: First Experience of Ghost Market

The exhibition will continue until 8 o'clock in the evening.

But Zhang Yang left at six o'clock.

Because Shen Yiyi's classmates didn't want to ride in his Wuling car anymore, they would rather take a taxi.

The reason given was: Zhang Yang’s driving skills were so bad that he couldn’t even use the Wuling to drift.

Just then, Lao Hu called and asked Zhang Yang to go for dinner, and everyone parted ways.

Lao Hu's home is in the old city, an old community with a history of more than 30 years. It is so old that there is not even an elevator installed yet.

Zhang Yang parked his car downstairs of his house. Just as he was about to go upstairs, he saw a little yellow-haired boy pulling a tall and thin girl coming down the stairs.

Zhang Yang subconsciously stepped aside.

At this time, a familiar man's voice suddenly came from upstairs:

"Hu Yuanyuan, stop right there! Are you trying to piss me off to death?"

Hearing this, the girl that the yellow-haired man was holding showed a trace of struggle on her face and her steps paused.

When Zhang Yang heard this, he instantly recalled:
Hu Yuanyuan, isn’t that Uncle Hu’s daughter?
The girl in front of me is...excuse me.

Girls change a lot when they grow up, but I didn’t ask you to change like this!
Seeing Huangmao pulling Hu Yuanyuan hurriedly walking out, Zhang Yang was a little hesitant about whether he should help Uncle Hu stop them.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps from upstairs was getting closer and closer.

Soon, Lao Hu appeared at the corner of the stairs.

He looked at the backs of Huang Mao and Hu Yuanyuan and yelled:

"If you leave with this man today, I will no longer have a daughter like you!"

Oh my god, is it so bloody?

Zhang Yang complained in his heart and felt a little sympathetic towards Lao Hu.

Unfortunately, even after he said so, the young men and women outside remained unmoved.

Huangmao rode on his beloved Will-O-Wonder, and Hu Yuanyuan followed closely behind, sitting on the back seat and hugging him tightly.

As soon as the car caught fire, it immediately emitted colorful lights, which was very exaggerated.

"Old Deng, stop yelling!"

Before leaving, Huang Mao said arrogantly to Lao Hu:
"You don't even know what your daughter wants?"

"So what if we sever our relationship? Having you as a father is useless. Are you waiting to inherit your broken tricycle?"

Old Hu was enraged by this and shouted "I'll beat him!" and was about to rush downstairs to beat Huangmao.

Unfortunately, he was too slow and the other party had already run away on the will-o'-the-wisp.

Zhang Yang looked at the middle-aged man squatting on the ground, helpless and furious, and walked over to pat him on the shoulder:

"Let's go! Uncle Hu, this is my car."

"His will-o'-the-wisp isn't as fast as my Wuling Hongguang. We should be able to catch up."

"Ah?" Lao Hu made a puzzled sound.

He raised his head to look at the van in front of him, then turned to look at Zhang Yang, with a bitter smile on his face.

But smiling is uglier than crying.

After about two minutes, Lao Hu recovered a little, wiped his eyes, and stood up from the ground:

"Zhang Yang, when did you come?"

"I just arrived when Hu Yuanyuan came downstairs."

"Oh, I made you laugh."

Lao Hu sighed helplessly, calmed down a little, and waved his hand:
"Let's go upstairs and eat. Don't worry about them. The meal is ready now."

Zhang Yang wanted to say something, but since things had come to this point, eating first was indeed a good choice.

He followed him up to the fifth floor. Lao Hu had prepared a table full of dishes at home. The meal had not been served yet, but the drinks had already been poured.

It seems that the discussion broke down just when we were about to have dinner.

Lao Hu was feeling a little down. He served some food to Zhang Yang and told him to eat as he pleased. He then opened a bottle of beer and started drinking it.

Obviously he wanted to drink alone.

"Uncle, the beer you bought may contain vomitoxin. Do you want me to go downstairs and buy you a different brand?"

Zhang Yang's words made Lao Hu put down the bottle of wine.

"You kid..."

Old Hu smiled helplessly. He knew Zhang Yang was trying to persuade him:

"If I had known earlier, I should have agreed to your master's suggestion and let you and Yuanyuan get along for a while."

“Maybe none of this shit would happen.”

Zhang Yang was originally an outsider, but after Lao Hu said this, he immediately felt a sense of participation.

If that's the case, he should thank Uncle Hu.

Thank him for not agreeing.

Otherwise, it might be me who is being chased down the stairs now. After all, Huangmao sometimes does more than just kick the ghost fire.

"Yuanyuan, how can I live without you!"

This kind of scene is perverted just thinking about it.

As for a certain irresponsible master, he is really only good at playing bad chess. What era is this, and he still wants to arrange his apprentice's marriage?

"Uncle, I came to you today to discuss something serious with you."

Zhang Yang couldn't interfere in Lao Hu's family affairs. The old saying that even a judge cannot judge family affairs is still very reasonable.

He could only help distract Lao Hu's attention and help him get over the "yellow-haired will-o'-the-wisp" incident as soon as possible.

"I have a shop in the antique market, don't I? Has the situation over there improved?"

"No."

Old Hu shook his head and told Zhang Yang that not only had the condition not improved, it had even gotten worse than the last time he went there.

The main reason for the deterioration was that the son of the taxi company's boss bought something from a tomb in the antique market from Mr. Kuai.

I went straight to the city police station to report it. Of course, Boss Kuai was arrested, but if that was all, it would be fine.

But since then, police from the Municipal Bureau have been coming to the market every now and then.

To be honest, who among those who go to antique markets to buy antiques these days doesn’t hope to find a genuine item unearthed?

With the police hanging around people's faces every day, people like this have completely disappeared.

"The only good news is that after Lao Kuai went to jail, his stall became mine."

"That's fine. Has the boss lady gone in too?"

"Yes, but the bad news is that even after moving the stall, my income still dropped. The police are here, and the impact is still too great."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

Zhang Yang echoed.

He seemed to understand why the antique market was being targeted.

Because Liu Qianghua's father has a grudge against those who sell fake antiques.

When Liu Qianghua was trying to trick Ding Quan, Zhang Yang was curious about where his Han Dynasty pottery jars came from.

These were the ones that were taken out first during the live broadcast before the fake pottery jars made by Zhang Yang were taken out.

Now I know that it was the genuine product that I bought from Mr. Kuai.

As for why he reported the tomb robbers later, Zhang Yang couldn't figure it out, and normal people couldn't understand his twisted mentality.

"Uncle Hu, no matter what the current situation of the antique market is, it's a pity that my shop is abandoned. I wonder if I can make use of it."

"After all, it can't be sold, right?"

Zhang Yang seemed to be asking for Lao Hu's opinion, but he was actually very determined.

After listening to this, Lao Hu thought carefully for a long time and nodded:
"Forget about selling it."

"The shops next to you are now offering a price of 150,000 yuan each, but no one is willing to take them."

"One hundred and fifty thousand?"

Zhang Yang was delighted when he heard the price.

The master was bought for 500,000 yuan in the beginning, but even with this price, the original boss was not happy and had to treat him to several meals before he could agree to it.

Zhang Yang suspected that if he told this news to his master in prison, he would be so angry that he would not be able to sleep all night.

"I can't even sell it for 150,000, so I think 130,000 is about right."

"I think if you want to make use of it, you can just open a milk tea shop, Mixue Ice City or something like that, specializing in takeout business..."

Old Hu was really giving Zhang Yang some advice.

But Zhang Yang interrupted him quickly:
"Uncle, you're wrong. I want to open an antique shop."

"What? An antique shop?"

Old Hu thought he was hallucinating.

"Yes, I opened a shop mainly to take custom-made business."

"People always come to my house and bring the police to my house. It's very annoying. I might as well open a store in the city."

"When the time comes, uncle, you can just move your goods into the store and sell them. And help me take orders. I'll give you a commission."

In fact, Zhang Yang wanted to do this when General Zheng was still a rising star, but the timing was not right at that time.

Now that my wallet is full, I finally feel confident.

I should have protected my own workshop a long time ago, otherwise there would always be all kinds of strange people coming to my door.

As for business, Zhang Yang has no worries at all.

He doesn’t know how many people are begging him to take orders on the forum and in the background of Douyin.

At that time, it will be safer to accept orders in the name of the store than to sign the contract directly with real name.

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, Lao Hu looked at him with curiosity:

"From your tone, you seem to be making a lot of money?"

"Of course, it was given by President Zheng."

"That doesn't count. Mr. Zheng has already gone to jail, and the person who took over from him now, Mr. Huang, is not very capable. This business will be gone in the future."

"It's okay, don't worry, I still have many channels." Zhang Yang comforted Lao Hu.

"Well, I believe you, but if you must open a store, I suggest you open it on Yanjiang Road, where I told you there is a ghost market at night."

“That place has a lot of traffic, and now it has half of the antique street.”

"Yup!"

Zhang Yang suddenly realized.

The ghost market in Qingzhou emerged too late, and he had never had much contact with it, so he couldn't think about it.

Zhang Yang felt that Lao Hu's reminder was indeed feasible.

The two of them checked and found that the shops there were only worth about 500,000.

While the price is a bit unlucky, it does have potential.

"I can afford this price."

"And I want to buy one that's already been renovated so I can start business right after I transfer the ownership."

Zhang Yang is not that short of money, so it is definitely worthwhile to spend a little more money and save time.

The decoration here in Qingzhou is not expensive. A shop can be completed with an estimated cost of 300,000 yuan.

If you spend $800,000 to buy a small antique shop, you might be able to make the money back with just one single business deal.

"It seems that the shop you are talking about exists now. When I went to set up a stall last week, I saw an advertisement for it..."

Old Hu was an impatient person, and now that Zhang Yang had successfully diverted his attention, he could no longer wait.

"Zhang Yang, you don't have anything to do tonight, right? Let's go to the ghost market together."

"But this dish hasn't been eaten yet!" Zhang Yang said, pointing to the table of dishes in front of him.

"It's cold now, what's good to eat? Don't you have a car? I'll find a private restaurant and treat you to something good."

(End of this chapter)