Chapter 54 - The Resentment on Them Is Almost on Par with the Mountain Village Corpse
Chapter 54 The Resentment on Them Is Almost on Par with the Mountain Village Corpse
Bai Zimo definitely wasn’t broke!
In fact, he had several million in cash sitting in his account—All of it earned over the years from fishing, thanks to the system’s rewards.
But there needed to be a proper excuse to take the money out. The next day, Shao Bingyi took Bai Zimo to the antique street. It was the weekend.
Antique Street was bustling with activity. With the wave of interest in collecting, the civilian scene was very lively.
“Old Zheng, I brought Zimo here today,”
Shao Bingyi pointed at Bai Zimo.
“He brought out the family heirloom.”
“What kind of treasure today? Even got Teacher Shao to support the scene?”
“A Yaozhou celadon Shouxing (God of Longevity) figurine!”
“Yaozhou kiln porcelain is pretty common in the market. The price range is huge.”
“Some are just a few hundred or thousand, but if the piece is good enough, it could go for over a million!”
Bai Zimo chimed in—
“Sotheby’s New York, Autumn Auction 2007.”
“Song Dynasty Yaozhou carved duck pattern ewer with lion spout—sold for 660,000 USD.”
“At an exchange rate of 7.5, that’s 4.95 million yuan!”
Old Zheng countered.
“You can’t go by that. Christie’s Hong Kong, Autumn Auction 2007.”
“Song Dynasty Yaozhou celadon plate with molded boy and floral pattern.”
“Final sale price was only 150,000.”
Shao Bingyi added.
“But this celadon Shouxing really is beautiful.”
“Carved ewers from Yaozhou were already precious during the Song Dynasty!”
“And while your celadon Shouxing is in excellent condition and clearly authentic, it’s not exactly a rare treasure.”
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Old Zheng talked like that, but his greedy eyes were all over the porcelain. Its condition was excellent, and it was clearly genuine. A Shouxing figurine carried auspicious meaning—which meant it had strong market appeal.
“Tell you what, I know a big boss from southern Fujian who’s into auspicious antiques like this!”
Old Zheng really did bring in a serious collector to take it off their hands. After some back-and-forth negotiation.
“Seven hundred thousand!”
That number hit Shao Bingyi hard.
“Zimo… you can stop pretending. You’re totally a second-gen rich kid!”
Bai Zimo sold the heirloom to prepare for buying a passenger boat. Soon, word spread across the courtyard in Huajie Street.
Of course!
It also served as a confidence booster for potential joiners. If this young guy was willing to put down real cash to start a business.
What were you hesitating for?
If you didn’t have money to invest, then just work for it.
Bai Zimo didn’t involve himself too much in the rest. Leave professional matters to the professionals!
After selling that porcelain, Bai Zimo had more capital. If the money wasn’t enough, he’d just get a second-hand boat and renovate it. If he couldn’t get a 500-ton ship, then a 300-ton one would do. The key was to start the business step by step.
If everything came instantly, that wouldn’t be called entrepreneurship—It’d be called inheriting wealth.
If the spoon’s already in your mouth and you still don’t know how to eat, then you deserve to be broke, Summer No. 2.
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As for the company’s preparation—who from the courtyard would join—That was up to Zimo’s grandma to manage. She might not be an expert, but she sure knew how to bring in the right people!
Bai Zimo’s main identity now was still a student. He had to go to school. After the weekend passed, it was back to education. Before, it was fine to act like an academic slacker.
Not anymore. He was getting ready to tutor Huazi. He even planned to help Huazi soar. Even with his photographic memory skill—He still had to read and study. Of course, some people got up even earlier than him—the breakfast ladies.
“Zimo, what are you doing up already?”
“Hey, why so early today?”
Bai Zimo held a scroll in hand, looking serious.
“Senior year! If we don’t grind now, then when? Aunt Yan, Aunt Hong, Aunt Ling, we don’t have much time left!”
Very quickly, the entire courtyard at Huajie Street was in chaos.
“Summer No. 2, go wake up Huazi! He’s still sleeping in senior year?!”
“Xie Wanghe, get up already. There’s no future on that bed.”
“Xingchi, Xingchi, time to recite—time waits for no one!”
Except for Ma Siyi, everyone else was bleary-eyed and reluctant. Ma Siyi was already the type to get up early and read—she was a straight-A student. The rest of the underachievers were full of resentment.
Their grudges were almost as thick as a vengeful spirit from a horror movie. Huazi’s hair was still a mess.
“Huazi! Let me tie your hair up!”
Ma Siyi pulled a hair tie from her own hair!
Huazi gave Bai Zimo a punch. “I beg you—be a normal human being.”
“Yeah! Zimo’s way too cruel. I got dragged out of bed.”
“I’m telling you, getting up this early is straight-up disrespecting the bed.”
“Let’s rise up! Using such a beautiful morning… to study all things!”