A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Liu Xun himself didn't even notice. His way of addressing Hu Dahai had changed from having no address at all to now calling him "Brother Dahai."

He had even noticed that Hu Dahai looked quite young, and that he was probably a generation younger than him.

But he still blurted out "Brother Dahai" to Hu Dahai.

Hu Dahai was also startled by Liu Xun's way of addressing him.

He gave an awkward laugh: "Would you believe me if I said it was just my intuition?"

Liu Xun rolled his eyes at Hu Dahai.

Damn it, I feel like you're making fun of me.

You're someone who took a hammer and smashed the head off a bronze statue worth 12 yuan, and you're telling me it's based on intuition?

Among the audience, many were speechless at Hu Dahai's words.

"That Hu Dahai is so capable, but he keeps it to himself and doesn't want to say it. He's really wicked."

"Isn't that obvious? That's probably just how he makes a living. Do you think he'd just casually reveal that?"

"It seems we all misjudged him. I even suspect that Hu Dahai's abilities are even more impressive than those of Old Dong."

Liu Xun was still on the platform. He didn't want to delve any further into how the discovery was made with Hu Dahai. Instead, he held up one finger and said, "100 million. I want to buy this bamboo slip. Old Dong, Brother Dahai, are you selling it?"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.

100 million.

This was in the 80s. What did 100 million mean?

Hu Dahai's actions have directly increased the value of the bamboo slips, which were originally worth only 11, to nearly ten times their original value.

It went from 11 to 100 million.

Hu Dahai remained silent, because in his mind, the value of this bamboo slip was far more than just 100 million.

Dong Daoquan then spoke up at the opportune moment: "Old Liu, how can you be so dishonest? You have the nerve to only give 100 million for this handwritten scripture by Sima Shao?"

"Are you pretending I don't exist, or do you think I, Dong Daoquan, am less knowledgeable about antiques than you, Liu Xun? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

He was worried that Hu Dahai wouldn't understand the true value and would agree to the deal immediately after seeing the price increase tenfold, which would be too unwise. That's why he was in a hurry to speak up.

Liu Xun was a little embarrassed upon hearing this: "I was just making a price to test the waters, you could have easily raised the price."

"I'm willing to pay 1.2 million!"

Before Liu Xun could raise the price, a slightly overweight wealthy businessman next to him spoke up loudly.

"Only 1.2 million? That's not a very sincere price. I'll offer 1.3 million!" Another person in the room made a bid.

"I have 1.5 million!"

And so, everyone in the room started bidding.

It had essentially become a mini-auction once again.

Prices were pushed up step by step, one after another.

Liu Xun did not make a bid throughout the process, but quietly watched as everyone below the stage pushed the price up step by step.

Finally, Liu Xun dropped a bombshell: "Alright, alright, one million eight hundred thousand!"

Sure enough, everyone fell silent when Liu Xun announced his price.

Because this price is not something many people can easily justify buying.

"Hmph, your offer now is a reasonable one." Dong Daoquan was somewhat satisfied with Liu Xun's price.

He looked at Hu Dahai and asked him, "Are you planning to sell it, or keep it?"

"I'm rather materialistic, I'd better pay back the money." Hu Dahai had never been interested in antiques, so he said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Alright." Dong Daoquan nodded: "Old Liu, I'll sell you this bamboo slip for 1.8 million, but I have one condition: whenever I want to see it in the future, you have to let me see it, otherwise I won't sell this treasure to you!"

Liu Xun said speechlessly, "Old Dong, really, when have I ever refused you when you wanted to see my antiques?"

"I'm just worried that you'll treasure this scripture too much and keep it hidden at home, unwilling to show it to me," Dong Daoquan said sarcastically without any politeness.

"Hehe, no, definitely not!" Liu Xun said with a grin, just like a child who had gotten a good deal.

The two parties exchanged money for goods, and the bamboo slips were sold to Liu Xun.

"Dahai, if there's a chance in the future, we must communicate more." After this incident, Liu Xun paid more attention to Hu Dahai.

With such abilities, one is practically a god of luck in finding hidden gems. Just one lucky break, and one gains both fame and fortune.

Many people gathered around, extending olive branches to Hu Dahai. Some invited him to visit their companies, while others invited him to their homes to look at antiques.

Hu Dahai responded very politely.

On the way back from the auction.

Hu Dahai already had a check for 90 yuan. Because there was too much money, he couldn't pay in cash. So, these important figures here were all capable of writing checks, and they readily gave Hu Dahai the check. Hu Dahai only needed to use the check to withdraw the money from the bank.

On the way, everyone said with envy, "Dahai, you really make me so envious. It feels like the speed at which you make money is something even ordinary factories can't match."

Hu Dahai smiled and said, "I was just lucky. If I hadn't been lucky, I wouldn't have made any money. I might have even lost 60,000 yuan today."

However, to be fair, with this 90 yuan, Hu Dahai felt much calmer. With this sum of money, he was one step closer to taking over the state-owned food factory.

......

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because this year is a warm year, the temperature is relatively high, and the weather will gradually warm up after the Lunar New Year.

Along the roads and in the fields, many people have already taken off their thick cotton-padded coats.

During this period, Huang Yunya had already produced a large batch of clothing, ensuring sufficient stock for each style and size.

That day, Huang Yunya approached Hu Dahai: "Brother Dahai, how should we sell these clothes? It's getting hot, I think it's about time to sell them."

"Most clothing stores sell clothes for the next season one season in advance."

Hu Dahai looked at Huang Yunya and suggested, "I think we should take over a suitable shop and open our own store to sell our own products."

Clothing is definitely more profitable when sold in bulk. He was thinking that these clothes were all very novel, and those who came to buy them would definitely need a very novel environment.

However, if you engage in distribution and sell at street stalls, it will inevitably lower the quality of their clothing. Selling a piece for 9.9 yuan at a street stall is reasonable, but if you sell it for 99 yuan, people will complain that you are selling it too expensively.

“Yes, I think so too.” Huang Yunya strongly agreed with Hu Dahai’s suggestion.

The two of them searched for shops together on the streets of Hangzhou. Hu Dahai naturally wanted to open the first store in Hangzhou in a popular location.