"Junior Brother, what do you think of this gangmao?"
Yu Renpeng asked. He felt that although this gangmao had been preserved fairly well, its material was rather ordinary. The two additional characters of unknown meaning made it seem to have considerable research value, but they hadn't been recorded in any of the magazines or books he had read before. In practice, the chances of finding out anything meaningful through research were probably very slim.
Under these circumstances, Yu Renpeng felt that if Chu Chen was interested, he could buy it and study it. As for buying it for his collection, its poor material meant that it had little potential to appreciate in value. That was why he had merely asked Chu Chen instead of offering any opinion.
Suppressing his excitement, Chu Chen said calmly, "I'm actually quite curious about this. Mr. Yang, how much do you want for it?"
What Chu Chen said didn't strike either of them as strange. Yang Qingyue smiled and said, "The material isn't very good, and I didn't pay much for it back then. How about a thousand? What do you think?"
Although the material of the gangmao wasn't very good, a thousand yuan was still quite cheap. Chu Chen didn't haggle and paid directly.
Afterward, Chu Chen asked curiously, "Mr. Yang, forgive me for asking, but where did you get this gangmao?"
Yang Qingyue didn't hide anything. "It was quite a coincidence. Some time ago, I went to visit a friend. Just as I was about to leave, I saw this thing hanging from the handlebar of a junk collector's tricycle. I was curious, so I stopped him and asked if I could take a look."
"At first, the man refused. Later, after I said a few flattering words and promised that I would