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Chapter 223 Pu¡¯er

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    After chatting for a while, the food was ready. Cheng Anyong and the others couldn't help but swallowed when they saw the table full of delicious food.

    After everyone took their seats, after saying a few polite words, they picked up their chopsticks and quickly reached for the plates in front of them.

    Although there was a lot of cooked food brought by the army, it tasted good. In addition, people like Cheng Anyong rarely bought it. As soon as Meng Zitao picked up the chopsticks, he saw that only the shadow of the chopsticks was left in front of him. Everyone stopped at all.  He kept his mouth shut, and it took a long time for him to return to normal.

    Fortunately, due to the sufficient quantity, there was no embarrassing situation. Even so, when everyone stopped talking, they felt a little embarrassed.

    After drinking for a while, the atmosphere at the dinner table became lively again. Cheng Dewang smiled and asked: "Boss Meng, I don't know what kind of business you are in. Do you have a chance to invest in us?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "I am in the antiques business, so I don't think I can invest in it. But if you have anything left over from your ancestors, you can show it to me. Maybe you can sell it for a good price."

    Meng Zitao's answer stunned everyone, and it took a while before they came back to their senses.

    Cheng Dewang said in surprise: "Boss Meng, are you a collector of secondhand goods?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said, "Of course I'll accept it, but I own an antique shop and I don't usually go to the countryside to receive goods."

    Cheng Dewang suddenly said: "Oh, I understand, just like what they said on TV, the shopkeeper of an antique shop?"

    Meng Zitao nodded to indicate that he was correct.

    Cheng Dewang thought for a while and asked: "Boss Meng, let me ask a question that may not be appropriate. Is your business very profitable?"

    Meng Zitao said: "How can I put it this way? It mainly depends on one's vision and luck. If you have good vision and good luck, you will definitely make money. Otherwise, you may lose everything after just one shot."

    Xie Guozhong took the conversation and said: "Uncle, why did you think of asking this question? It's not because you have some treasure in your hand, right?"

    Cheng Dewang sneered: "I don't have any treasures in my hands. Don't talk about me. As poor as our village is, how can there be any good things? Just last year, a second-hand goods collector came to our village. As a result,  I just collected a few scraps of scrap metal.¡±

    "However, when he left, he told me that if I saw something better, I would call him and he would reward me accordingly. To be honest, I didn't even know what a good thing was.  Do you have the ability to make this money?"

    Having said this, he asked with a smile: "Boss Meng, I would like to ask you, what are the good things in your industry?"

    Meng Zitao was moved in his heart and said: "We have a wide variety of things in this business, such as porcelain, jade, calligraphy and painting"

    Meng Zitao was introducing related types of antiques when Cheng Dewang suddenly interrupted: "Boss Meng, you just said that old tea is also valuable?"

    Meng Zitao replied: "Yes, generally speaking, Pu'er tea becomes more fragrant as it ages. However, the fermentation process of Pu'er tea is mainly due to the action of microorganisms, and this subtle and wonderful change also requires conditions to be completed."

    "In general, Pu'er tea must have good quality changes during the collection process. It must have suitable temperature, humidity, and oxygen. At the same time, it must be breathable, ventilated, and avoid direct sunlight. Otherwise, mold may have developed.  It¡¯s just that it¡¯s been contaminated and gone bad.¡±

    Speaking of this, he asked: "Do you have aged Pu'er?"

    Cheng Dewang said: "I don't know if it's Pu'er you're talking about. The packaging is like pancakes, piece by piece. I heard people say it, and it seems that it can be stored for a long time without spoiling."

    Meng Zitao nodded: "If nothing else happens, it should indeed be Pu'er."

    Cheng Dewang asked: "If it is really Pu'er, how much would it be worth?"

    Meng Zitao said: "This is not necessarily the case. It depends on the age and quality. There was an auction in Beijing last month. A large batch of Jingchang round tea from before 1980 was auctioned. When it came to seven cakes, the transaction price was more than 100  Ten thousand."

    "Oh wait, you said more than one million! Boss Meng, are you right?" Cheng Dewang nodded and immediately reacted, with a dull look on his face, and the expressions of others were similar.

    Meng Zitao smiled and shook his head: "Although the transaction price at the auction is a bit expensive, it can still generally reflect the market price. In general, if it is Pu'er of the same quality, seven or eight hundred thousand is still OK."

    Cheng Dewang was stunned for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the door while saying: "No, I have to go back and see how my tea is doing."

    The words haven¡¯t finished yet.They were talking about something.

    This situation made Meng Zitao, who had just gotten up, feel confused, and he quickly asked Cheng Dewang, who was not far away, to ask what was going on.

    Cheng Dewang looked very embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said, "Boss Meng, I'm so sorry. When my son went back yesterday, some relatives happened to be there, and his big mouth spread the matter."

    Meng Zitao asked: "Didn't you say that people have come here to collect used goods before, but they didn't collect much? Why do they still have things in their hands?"

    Cheng Dewang said: "This is not about money. Well, Boss Meng, I wonder if you are willing to help them. If not, I will send them away."

    Meng Zitao waved his hand: "That's no need, but I have two conditions."

    Cheng Dewang said: "What conditions? Just say it, as long as I can do it, I will try my best." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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