Although word had already spread, people hoping to snag a bargain continued coming to the Purchasing Station for some time afterward to look at Li Long's things.
Li Long turned no one away. Anyone who wanted a look was welcome.
He was running a business, after all. Turning customers away was no good.
Some resellers came to join the fun too, practically treating the warehouse where Li Long stored his antiques as a street stall.
Because of this, Liang Shuangcheng had to assign more people to watch over things. Li Long could not go anywhere either, since he had to price the items. Most had passed through his hands when they were acquired, and he certainly would not sell them for less than five to ten times what he had paid.
Of course, he might let something good slip through, but that did not matter. No one could make all the money in the world, and Li Long was quite philosophical about it now.
With this sort of thing, you could only take on as much as your abilities allowed. Keeping things in a warehouse for a few years and making five or ten times the purchase price was already very good.
The pile in the warehouse visibly shrank. Every day, Liang Shuangcheng thoughtfully tidied everything up and arranged it on a large sheet of plastic on the warehouse floor for visitors to choose from.
Even on days when no one came specifically for it, the resellers with nothing to do liked to come take a look. Who knew? They might find a bargain.
Story Club had already begun publishing little stories about someone picking up an ancient coin at an antique stall, only to discover gold beneath its thick patina. There were also stories about trading a single gold