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Jin Muchen obviously felt that there should be some stories here, such as those who play antiques. Of course, I hope to learn more about the seller's information, so that I can make up a better story when I sell it next time and sell the collected things to a high price.

"They seem to be quite close to this place, and it seems that you and Mr. Fredrich have a good relationship?"

Jin Muchen took out a small bottle of vodka from his side and handed it to Lao Hei. This thing was also a method he had learned recently.

In the United States, for both the upper class and the middle and lower class, inviting people to drink is undoubtedly a very effective communication method to narrow the distance between people.

This trick is similar to the small ways to toast cigarettes and toast when you see people in China.

Sure enough, Lao Hei was immediately happy when he saw the vodka. He took it directly without any politeness, unscrewed the bottle cap and took it.

"Huh..."

Then he let out a long breath of white air. In October, New York has entered the early winter season. In recent days, with the arrival of the cold current of the North Atlantic Ocean, the temperature in New York City has dropped sharply. At this time, being able to drink a sip of hot wine is undoubtedly a pleasure for those who have to set up stalls outside in the open air all day.

"That's right, Mr. Fredrich is a famous lawyer in New York. I have served him for thirty years, but..."

The black guy said later, his tone became sighing, as if he had remembered something unhappy.

"But what's wrong? Doesn't he need you to work for him?"

"Haha, that's right! But it's not that Mr. Fredrich doesn't need me anymore, but that his son raised by a bitch doesn't need me to serve his father. Damn, that Randy is a bastard, an ignorant idiot. If I hadn't advised Mr. Fredrich, he would have broken up his father-son relationship with that bastard..."

Hearing this, Jin Muchen roughly understood a summary.

After that, Lao Hei took a few sips of wine and drank on an empty stomach. It was easy to get drunk. Once a person got drunk, he would talk more easily.

Under Jin Muchen's guidance, Lao Hei quickly told Jin Muchen about the origin of his antiques and his experiences.

Sure enough, what Jin Muchen guessed was right. The old black name was Jack. His original job was the servant from the lawyer Frederich's house.

According to him, he had served Mr. Fredrich since he was sixteen and had worked for thirty years.

But some time ago, Mr. Fredrich suddenly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and had a stroke, and he is still lying on the hospital bed at home. His unfilial son Randy Fredrich didn't know where he got the news, so he immediately rushed back from thousands of miles away.

The purpose of rushing back was certainly nothing unexpected, just to wait for Mr. Frederick to die and then inherit his family property.

According to Jack, this Randy can definitely be said to be the shame of the Fredrich family, a complete playboy and prodigal son.

Back then, Mr. Frederick was expelled from colleges like Haval and Princeton, but Mr. Frederick was so shameless that he was even more angry that he drove him out of the house. When the relationship between the two was the most stalemate, Mr. Frederick even wanted to break up the father-son relationship with Randy.

At that time, Jack was still persuading him, which allowed the relationship between the two to be father and son to be maintained.

But unexpectedly, Jack did this to harm himself. As soon as Randy returned home, she immediately turned against him and fired all the servants in her family. She also accompanied Jack, the servant who served in their family for the longest time, and never let him go.

Old Jack couldn't swallow this, so before leaving, he left a lot of things from Fredrich's house, such as the tea set he had just accepted, and the small things in the stall in front of him.

It should even include the "dog food bowl" he used to exchange for takeout with Jin Muchen before. Of course, this was speculated by Jin Muchen. According to Jack himself, these things were given to him by Mr. Fredrich.

However, Jin Muchen certainly has his own judgment on how it came about.

Jack obviously hated that Randy very much, but Jin Muchen liked this Randy very much by then, and he even wanted Randy to be worse, the better.

Because the worse he is, the more stupid this guy is. As long as he is stupid enough, he will have a greater chance of finding a bargain at their house.

After all, Old Jack said that that guy was a real prodigal son, and Jin Muchen certainly hoped that he would lose the better.

After finding out enough information, Jin Muchen naturally had no need to stay here again. After knowing the source of these treasures, he certainly had to plan how to dig out Mr. Frederick's old house.

When Jin Muchen returned to Fang Bo's antique shop happily, it was already past five o'clock in the evening. Seeing Jin Muchen's backpack bulging, Fang Bo also smiled.

"It seems that you finally gained something today. Take it over and show me what you have collected."

To be honest, the talent Jin Muchen showed in antiques during this period made Fang Bo very pleased. He felt that he had finally found the right successor.

Jin Muchen went to those antique markets every weekend, and he was very supportive. After all, theory still needs to be combined with practice. However, in the past few weekends, Jin Muchen returned empty-handed, and today it was finally opened.

He couldn't wait to see what Jin Muchen had collected.

Three tea sets were placed in front of Fang Bo. Fang Bo took out a deer-skin towel and carefully wiped the three pots. The teapot, which was originally a little dusty, immediately became silver, and a good temperament was immediately revealed.

"Well, it shouldn't be a common thing. It's a pity that I'm not very proficient in these Western antiques... Well, this should be the work of the French in the 18th century, well... I don't know the rest..."

If it is a Chinese antique, Fang Bo can definitely be called an expert, but if Fang Bo really can't play with Western antiques, he will not be able to play with them very well.

His understanding of these pots was similar to that of Jin Muchen.

"How much is it collected?"

Fang Bo asked casually.

"One thousand five!"

"Hey! You guy, this luck is really good. Although I don't know the true value of this pot, I have to praise you for your transaction. These pots are definitely more than this price!"

Bo Fang gave Jin Muchen a thumbs up.

"So, how much is it worth?"

Of course, Jin Muchen wanted to know more about the value of these pots.

"I'm really not sure about this. Wait, I'll go call."

Fang Bo has been rooted in the antique circle in New York for decades, and it is not a waste of time. Although he doesn't know these pots, he knows them with friends.

Soon, Bo Fang made several calls in a row, and finally put down the phone and said to Jin Muchen.

"Mu Chen tomorrow, you can take these pots to the SOHO area of ​​Manhattan and go to the 53rd Street to find an antique shop called citybarn. The owner of their store, Lao Rick, is friends with me. He can help you see it. If the thing is good, you can sell it to him directly, and he won't cheat you."

Jin Muchen nodded. He definitely believed Fang Bo's words, and his friend would definitely be able to believe them.

The next day happened to be Sunday, and I had already gained something yesterday. Of course, Jin Muchen didn't have to go to those antique markets anymore, so he went straight to Manhattan.

The first time a Chinese person heard about the word SOHO was the Jianwai SOHO developed by the real estate tycoon in Beijing. The real origin of this word is actually in Manhattan, New York.

The full name is actually South of Houston-st, which refers to an area south of Houston Street, Lower Town, New York.

SOHO was not an independent community before, but an area that combines the West Village, Greenwich Village and Little Italy. After decades of development, it has become the second largest area in Manhattan.

SOHO should be a term for fashion, but when you come here, you will find that it is not fashionable at all, but it looks very old, and even has the feeling of "Dashilan" or "Sky Bridge" in the capital in the 1980s and 1990s.

It is not as modern as Manhattan, not as gorgeous as Uptown, not as avant-garde as East Village, and even the roads are not very clean, and you can see garbage and sewage. But once you enter SOHO, you will definitely be attracted by it because inside its rough surface, there is a wonderful world full of creativity.

SOHO was originally an old industrial area in New York. Since the 1970s, with the decline of the old industry, it was once very depressed, with idle houses everywhere and the rent was very cheap.

So some New Flooders gathered here. They took a fancy to the huge space of these industrial factories, suitable for various artistic creations, so they chose to work and live here.

For the sake of life, the Newbie transformed the first floor of the buildings into shops and sold their works. Since there was no extra money to decorate such huge rooms, the characteristics of this industrial building itself were fully exposed, with large block-like geometric bodies, red brick exterior walls, old fire escapes, black and old water towers, narrow streets, graffiti and posters everywhere on the walls.

There is a huge visual contrast between the appearance of these buildings and the windows and commodities. This visual contradiction has a curious effect. As more and more people live here, the SOHO area in the modern sense is formed.
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