"It's really all good things. Mr. Ye doesn't know how much you want to sell?"

Mr. Zhao looked at Ye Rongyao and asked.

Mr. Zhao has seen all these things. They are basically furniture from the middle and late Qing Dynasty. Although they are a little dilapidated, they are all good red sandalwood furniture. The market value is still very high and it has great value for acquisition.

"How much can you give?"

Mu Yuhan interjected and asked.

Mr. Zhao looked at Mu Yuhan, probably thinking that he was Ye Rongyao's lover, but thought that women had long hair and short knowledge, and did not understand these antiques and other things, so they could open a hole from women.

So he smiled and said, "I can't give you more. I can give you one hundred thousand yuan of these furniture. This is more profitable than you sell it as a waste."

Mu Yuhan was stunned, right?

I gave it to myself, but I even disliked the dilapidated ones and didn't want it. I could even sell it for 100,000 yuan.

"One hundred thousand yuan is too cheap!"

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said.

Although Ye Rongyao is now a billionaire, he has lived a hard life since childhood and naturally won’t take the money seriously. He can earn a little more.

To be honest, Ye Rongyao was very dissatisfied with the price given by Mr. Zhao.

"Two hundred thousand, this is the highest price I can give!"

Seeing that Ye Rongyao was not satisfied, Mr. Zhao flipped the price. After all, the value of this antique is like a bottomless pit, and no one knows it.

But the minimum point is that the market value of these Qing Dynasty furniture will definitely not be less than 200,000.

"Two hundred thousand is too little, five hundred thousand. If you want it, take it away today. Don't, I'll find someone else."

Ye Rongyao shook his head and said.

Although it is not clear how much these old furniture in the Qing Dynasty are worth, in Ye Rongyao's opinion, there must be at least 500,000.
Chapter completed!