MTL - Treasure Hunt America-Chapter 12 move place
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And this price concession obviously made that Boss Wang very satisfied. He was also very refreshing and clapped his hands.
"Okay, deal."
Then stood up, laughed, and took the initiative to reach out and give Fang Bo a firm grip.
As soon as Boss Wang opened his mouth, the sycophants next to him immediately scrambled to pay for it. From this, it can be seen that this guy's background is definitely not that simple.
But these are not what Jin Muchen cares about. What he cares about is such a bowl, which sold for 28,000 US dollars so easily.
The speed at which the money came is really beyond his expectations. You must know that he risked his life to deliver food in Queens, worked tirelessly in the distribution center, and couldn’t save less than 4,000 a month. dollars.
The other party quickly selected several other jade carvings and jade pendants, and then directly paid both cash and silver, and finally left a phone card with Fang Bo, and then left Fang Bo's antique shop satisfied.
After they left, Uncle Fang went directly to close the store door, counted out twenty-eight thousand dollars from the thick stack of banknotes and slapped it in Jin Muchen's hand.
"Boy, take it."
And until this time, Jin Muchen has not woken up from the shock just now, is it that simple? Just made 28,000?
No wonder people say that this antique business is the biggest violent industry hidden above the three huge profiteering industries!
Looking at the thick stack of half-new US dollars in his hand, Jin Muchen was really at a loss. He really didn't expect that he only came to Fang Bo's place for a long time and earned so many US dollars.
The $28,000, plus the $4,000 he saved last month, is enough to cover the tuition and living expenses for his next study.
The headache that had plagued him for more than a month was resolved in half a day.
"Uncle Fang, this money..."
Jin Muchen looked at the money and then at Uncle Fang, not knowing what to say for a while.
According to the rules of the antique shop, his bowl was put on consignment with Fang Bo. After it was sold, it would be paid to Fang Bo, but Fang Bo did not keep a penny, and gave him all the money. , which made his heart warm, but a little sour at the same time.
"What? Do you think the money is biting your hand? Just take it if you give it to you. Don't you happen to be short of money recently? You keep the money, such good luck, but it's just this one time, the next time I want to run into it, I don't know. When will I wait? How about it? Do you still think that Fang Bo's craft is a strange skill that can't be used on the stage? You go back and think about it. After you figure it out, come back to me, I don't want this appraisal. The technology was just cut off in my hands."
Uncle Fang didn't lift his head, just said that. At this moment, he was sitting behind the counter and flipping through the shareholder magazine he subscribed to. He looked very small, but his image in Jin Muchen's heart suddenly grew taller.
Jin Muchen was not hypocritical, and put the money in his pocket directly.
"Okay, don't poke there, you've been busy for a week, it's not very convenient to come from your side, and it's getting late, so go back and rest early. You have to go to work in two days, those Don't waste your money, go back and make a good plan, you are too old, you can't always let your family worry about you. When you want to understand, you can come to me. "
Jin Muchen stood there in a daze and didn't say a word. Today's scene brought him too much excitement, and more importantly, through this verification, he knew that his eyes did have extraordinary abilities, and this ability, Being able to bring him the wealth he desperately needs is definitely a shortcut to making a fortune.
Maybe after a few more scavengers, he'll never have to go to the distribution center to do hard labor, and he won't have to risk his life to deliver food in Queens.
"Uncle Fang, I figured it out. In the future, I want to learn from you the skills of antique appraisal."
Jin Muchen looked at Uncle Fang and said, and Uncle Fang was even more happy when he heard this. You must know that he has been looking for a successor for a long time, but he has never been able to find it.
"Just figure it out, and that's it."
He himself has never been married, has no children, and the children of relatives in the United States are all two devils. They were born and raised in the United States and can't even speak Chinese. What kind of Chinese antiques can I talk to them about? A legacy of identification?
In his eyes, Jin Muchen was a perfect candidate, but unfortunately, this kid has always had no intentions of this, and he had told him about this before, but every time he mentioned it, this kid would be giggling and interrupting.
Now that this kid has finally come to his senses, what he has learned has been inherited by someone, how can Uncle Fang be unhappy?
"By the way, you said you still want to find a house here? I don't think you should go out to look for it, you can live in my place? My place is big enough, and you have lived upstairs, so yours The room is still reserved. You came just to be my company!"
Uncle Fang waved his hand directly and settled on Jin Muchen's plan to find a house. Jin Muchen used to live with him, but he moved out from his house because of school and his girlfriend. The two have been getting along very happily.
Moreover, Uncle Fang has no children or daughters, so living alone is a bit lonely, and because he is getting old, it is not very convenient to live alone. In fact, since he heard that Jin Muchen and Ma Ling broke up, he wanted to ask him to come back to live. , after all, this child's temperament is very familiar to him, so he can rest assured living with him, and he can still take care of him.
Jin Muchen thought for a while, but did not refuse, and agreed directly.
The first floor of Fang Bo's antique shop is for business, the second floor is not small, there are three or four rooms, and there is half a floor on the third floor. He has always lived on the second floor, and the third floor is enough for Jin Muchen to live.
Jin Muchen didn't have any ink, so the next day he went to rent a pickup truck and moved all his things.
He didn't have a lot of things, except for the clothes in two suitcases, books and computers, as well as some quilts, pots and pans and the like. Of course, the last thing that could not be thrown away was the big bed.
This bed was bought at a furniture store at the strong request of Ma Ling, and the mattress cost more than 2,000 dollars in total. Although it is very expensive, this bed is definitely worth the money. It's very comfortable, so Jin Muchen doesn't plan to throw away this bed.
If these things were in the past, Jin Muchen would definitely have called someone from the moving company to help him, but now what he lacks most is strength. It is very easy for him to deal with it alone. A person easily moved into the truck.
An hour later, he returned to Uncle Fang's house in Flushing. Uncle Fang wanted to come over to help, but Jin Muchen refused to let him. Seeing that Jin Muchen spent less than an hour by himself, he moved all those things upstairs.
Fang Bo smiled and came to him and punched him on the shoulder: "Good boy, this month's porter, it's finally not in vain, and then the body will be trained."
Jin Muchen raised his arm with a laugh, and gestured to his biceps: "Of course."
In the evening, Uncle Fang was going to have a meal to celebrate, but Jin Muchen didn't let him. He took Uncle Fang out to eat again. After all, the two big men, no matter how good they were, the food was still the same.
When he came out of the restaurant, Uncle Fang answered the phone. An old friend asked him to play cards, while Jin Muchen was having a hard time eating and planned to walk back alone to digest and digest food.
On the Flushing Main Street at night, there is a group of drunken fans, a scene of busy traffic, and all kinds of neon lights flashing on both sides of the entire street.
The streets are crowded with people, almost all of them coming and going are Asian faces, sometimes mixed with some white and black faces, if it weren't for the broken English of the yellow-faced shopkeepers who opened their mouths and closed their mouths, and those flashing neon lights. English signboard, you may think that you have come to a certain city in China.
No wonder people say that Flushing is now the only 24-hour popular area in New York besides Manhattan.
Going forward along Main Street and walking for half a mile, there are a series of banks, HSBC, Bank of America, Citi, etc., and then there are Asian banks with strong Chinese backgrounds such as Cathay Pacific, Huatai, Asia, Guandong, Immigration Bank and so on.
Just looking at these dense banks, UU reading www. uukanshu.com you will not wonder why it is called New York's second financial center.
More than 370 years ago, only a few sporadic Indians lived in Flushing. In 1683, a large number of Dutch colonists began to settle here. After the founding of the United States, a large number of Jews and Italians moved in. .
It was not until more than 30 years ago that Chinese people began to live here, but at that time, it was mainly immigrants from Taiwan, but now the main residents here are new immigrants from the mainland.
As for the traces of the Dutch who pioneered here, it may only be possible to find the classical buildings they left behind on Bernie Street.
And you also have to say that the Chinese are very good at finding places to take root, in addition to San Francisco and Los Angeles, it is also reflected here, if you open the map to check the location of Flushing in the New York area.
You will find that from here, you can take the No. 7 subway to Manhattan in half an hour, and you can take the Long Island Railroad directly to Long Island.
If you drive, Highway 495 goes directly to Manhattan or Long Island, and the two major airports, JFK and La Guardia, are easy to come and go.
So it's no wonder that more and more Chinese immigrants are pouring in here, and the price of land has also skyrocketed.
Ten years ago, it was hard to find a house for more than 100,000 dollars here, and now let alone the core area of Flushing, even if you look at some areas around Flushing.
There are basically no independent Townhouses that are less than $300,000.
