In the morning, Hao Meng got up early, went back to the house on the outskirts of the city, and took a few clothes.

"Or why don't you buy a bed, don't sleep on the sofa every day. Isn't there an empty room upstairs?" Wei Shufen said with her head down while having breakfast.

Of course, Hao Meng had no objection, as long as she was not afraid of any accidents, she was afraid of what a big man was afraid of. He smiled and nodded, turned around and saw Guoguo looking at him with big eyes, and he squeezed. He knew everything, but he was not so easy to fool. "Adults talk, children listen to something, eat quickly!"

The little guy was not afraid of him, so he pouted at him, picked up a small bowl and drank all the porridge, and ran over to play with the computer.

"I'll go out and call me if you have something to do!" Hao Meng finished breakfast and prepared to go to the freakish market to check it out, which was almost his place of work.

In fact, repairing rags is not easy to make money, and it is far less than repairing antiques or something. It makes money quickly. A four-linked oil-filled monkey ticket sold for tens of thousands of dollars. It’s not that Hao Meng doesn’t want to make that, but there’s no chance. Antiques are not something that ordinary people can play with. We can’t recognize the authenticity unless the ‘recycling bin’ prompts it.

I sighed, it’s still not good if I don’t have the culture. I went back and bought a few books on philatelics, antiques, and collections to read them, and have a lot of experience.

In the original accumulation stage, it still depends on those junks!

Hao Meng stood at the door, looking at the old tricycle outside, thinking about whether we should change to a four-wheeler? How come he is now a "boss"!

...

Fresh goods market!

"Ding: Found items with 'huge' repair value!"

Hao Meng was stunned for a moment and walked into the store selling old furniture next to him.

"How much does this chair cost?"

"Three thousand!" The boss glanced at Hao Meng with his squint eyes, lowered his head and continued to be busy with his own affairs.

"How many?" Hao Meng glared into the sky.

"Three thousand, that chair is made of mahogany, an old object, something from the Qing Dynasty!" The boss said in a deep voice.

Hao Meng rolled his eyes and said, "Boss, you told me that is useless. I don't know any mahogany or not. And I don't want antiques, so I just want to buy a few pieces of old furniture that can be used, this double bed that can be used, the two chairs that are about to rot, and that big desk, how much is it?"

The boss was also quite funny and watched people eat. When Hao Meng said this, he laughed, put down the work in his hand, straightened his back, and said, "Two hundred beds, eight hundred chairs, and one thousand desks!"

"The bed is one hundred, the chair is fifty, and the desk is quite fresh. It's not that it's made of mahogany, right?" Hao Meng went over and knocked, and said.

The owner of the old furniture store shook his head and said, "The two chairs are old things, at least eight hundred. I just collected the boss's table. It is made of good wood, with real materials and a minimum of one thousand. If you buy those two chairs, I will give it to you. Do you think it's okay?"

"No!" Hao Meng smiled and shook his head, saying, "Those two broken chairs should be left for those who are destined to be. I want this big desk and this double bed. Let's give you a thousand together, okay?"

"Those two chairs are really good things. I won't sell them if someone wants to buy them... One thousand one!" The owner of the old furniture store paid the price.

"Okay!" Hao Meng took out the money and bought the bed and large desk. The bed and desk can be used without 'repair'!

The double bed and office desk were loaded into the car and pulled it back to the store.

The bed was moved directly to the second floor. Hao Meng's current strength was enough to lift something weighing 200 kilograms, and it would not work. It would be impossible to focus any more. It was probably the function of the recycling station giving away the "primary genetic agent".

"Sister Shufen, don't let anyone go upstairs, I have something to do!" Hao Meng pulled Wei Shufen and whispered, turning to go upstairs. Usually, few people would come upstairs, but the young wife who opened a clothing store next door would sometimes borrow the toilet!

There are two bedrooms upstairs, one large and the other small. The big Wei Shufen and his daughter live there. Hao Meng put the double bed in the small bedroom. The small building facing the street is a commercial and residential house. This is how the developer designed it. The downstairs can be rented for a storefront and the second floor can be lived in.

The small bedroom has a double bed, and the place is a bit narrow, but it is enough to live alone, but there is only one window in the room, and the color light is a bit poor.

Hao Meng put his desk into the "recycling bin" with his fingertips. That's right, this large desk is an item with "huge" repair value that was prompted by the "recycling bin".

Office desk: ordinary items, white, recycling value, 4 gold coins.

There is nothing strange about the table. It is made of ordinary solid wood. The problem is that there is a touch of purple in the white aperture of the desk, which is very dazzling!

"What is that?" Hao Meng transferred his mental power curiously, studied it for a while before he understood that there was a mezzanine under the desk.

Or, it cannot be called a mezzanine. Lean down. From the ground, there is a piece of wood that is somewhat different from the materials used in the entire table. Of course, if it were not for the "recycling bin" prompt, Hao Meng would not have found it. There was no trace of it in succession, and the surface was painted. Unless the table was chopped, it would not be discovered by the naked eye!

Hao Meng found a knife for cutting fruits, and took some effort to dig it out. The fast wood is thirty centimeters long, ten centimeters wide, and three or four centimeters thick. He put it in his hand and weighed it twice, and was afraid it would weigh about ten pounds and was quite heavy.

"Millennium agarwood: a very valuable wood, recycling price: 6,000 gold coins."

"I've found the baby!" Hao Meng muttered to himself. Such a small piece of wood can sell 6,000 gold coins. It is definitely a treasure, which is equivalent to the price of millions of kilograms of paper shells.

Of course, the price is not calculated like this!

"How many gold coins are needed to repair this thousand-year agarwood?" Hao Meng couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Ding: Six million!"

"I, damn!" Hao Meng cursed, thinking, "What's the point of this wood made of gold? Damn, a complete thousand-year agarwood, costs six million? Isn't that 120 million R.M.B? Just repair is at this price, how high is the selling price, 800 million, or 1 billion?"

First, put this thousand-year agarwood in the corner of the warehouse. Hao Meng hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet. The price given by the recycling station is too low, only 6,000 gold coins, which is the price of a broken junk. Let's put it on first. Anyway, the things are there and I can't run away. I'll talk about it later.

From the upstairs, Hao Meng took his laptop to check the information and found out that the agarwood was sold by Lunke. It ranged from 1,000 to 10,000 yuan, which was really more expensive than gold. The thousand-year-old agarwood in his hand was even more expensive. It was a "purple" thousand-year-old agarwood!
Chapter completed!