[69 Book Bar - www.] Dong Jingjian brought Zhao Gang to an antique shop with a very impressive facade. Although Dong Jingjian did not have any eye for treasures, he was a good businessman. From the bargaining just now, he knew how accomplished this guy was in this area.

It was extraordinary. He was not a seasoned person, so he couldn't play at such a level. This made Zhao Gang impressed. He hadn't seen the fat man become seductive after so many years. He was also very moved because Dong Jingjian still believed in himself as he did when he was a child. Three thousand yuan is not

It's a small amount, enough for half a year's living expenses.

Dong Jingjian stood at the purple-red sandalwood door, shook his shoulders, and said: "This is the most elegant restaurant, it's the one."

It was now around two o'clock at noon. There were not many guests at this time, and the hall seemed very cold. When Zhao Gang and the others came in, they could not see anyone.

Dong Jingjian was puzzled. There was no one looking after the store in such a big store. If a thief was found, who would catch him? Looking at the dazzling array of genuine antiques in the store, he must have cost one or two million at least.

In the antique business, it is impossible to run an antique store without two or three million, so whoever is in this business is not a wealthy person.

Dong Jingjian cleared his throat and shouted: "Is there anyone there?"

Zhao Gang looked at the antiques placed on the wooden shelves and couldn't understand them. However, from his sensitive nose, he smelled a strong historical smell, indicating that many of the collections here had a certain historical period, otherwise they would not have emitted the smell.

Such a rich historical and cultural atmosphere.

Zhao Gang heard several coughs coming from the room. After a while, an old man walked out slowly, holding a slender pipe behind his back.

The old man's eyes first fell on Zhao Gang and then looked at Dong Jingjian, with a hint of displeasure at the corner of his mouth. He was sleeping soundly and was disturbed by these two boys. He felt unhappy. It would be fine if the person who came was a big customer. One look

These two offspring are both poor boys.

"Selling something?" the old man said stiffly. The things he sold were very expensive, and these two poor boys couldn't afford them, so they must be selling things. Dong Jingjian was still carrying a box in his hand.

Dong Jingjian saw that the old man's expression was not happy, but also a bit contemptuous, and he felt unhappy. The so-called opening for business means that all customers come in. This old man looked like he wanted to pay, who owed him money! But the look in this old man's eyes

Dao was not wrong, he actually realized that he was not here to buy anything.

Although Dong Jingjian felt a little unhappy, he smiled and said, "I have a treasure. I don't know if the boss is interested in it."

The old man sneered a few times, picked up his pipe, and took a puff, "There are all treasures in my shop. If some crooked ones make me grow eyes, I'm afraid of hurting my eyes."

The old man looked like a city man looking at country people. He didn't believe they could come up with any treasures. If there were so many treasures in the world, they wouldn't be treasures.

"Young man, I would like to advise you, if you don't have the skills, don't keep yelling about it as a treasure. You don't even know what a real treasure looks like!"

Dong Jingjian was very displeased with the old man's reliance on his old age. Did he lose his son in old age, marry a young wife, and then become a cuckold? Otherwise, why would he speak so stinkingly?

Harmony brings wealth, this is the skill Dong Jingjian learned from his old man. Even though the old man looked very displeased, he still had a smile on his fat face.

"As soon as you hear what the boss says, you are an expert. Let's take a look at my product first. Whether it is a treasure or not, the boss has the final say." Dong Jingjian opened the box, took out the square pot and placed it on the counter.

"Boss please." Dong Jingjian made a gesture.

When the old man saw the purple sand six-square pot for the first time, his eyes opened slightly and his heartbeat suddenly increased. As a veteran, his thoughts calmed down in an instant.

Zhao Gang's nose smelled the changes in the old man's heartbeat very keenly, and his breathing became rapid. Although he deliberately tried to control it, how could he avoid such a change caused by excitement when he encountered a pervert like Zhao Gang? It must be

This purple sand six-square pot made his heart flutter! Zhao Gang can say for sure.

The old man picked up the purple clay six-square pot quietly, looked at it casually for a few times, and said, "The purple clay six-square pot is rough in craftsmanship. You see, this site is still a bit incomplete. Is this the treasure you are talking about?"

Dong Jingjian bought this square pot because he trusted Zhao Gang. He was not optimistic about it at first, but seeing the old man's eyesight, he could tell its flaws at a glance, and he felt a little discouraged. After all, he was an expert.

Dong Jingjian smiled and said, "Boss, please give me a real price."

"5,000 yuan." The old man hesitated and looked at the square pot again, seemingly unsure.

The old man was testing whether Dong Jingjian didn't understand or was pretending. If he didn't understand, he wouldn't be able to blame himself. At first glance, the old man concluded that this purple clay six-square pot came from the Song Dynasty. The purple clay craftsmanship of that period was relatively simple and rough, so in appearance

It doesn't look very exquisite, but this six-square pot is similar to the daily necessities of the common people at that time. It was a daily necessities in that period, and it is considered an antique if it is preserved today. It is not easy to preserve it so completely.

The cultural value of this pot is much higher than its ornamental value. It is conservatively estimated that it can be sold for about 60,000 yuan if it is resold.

Dong Jingjian originally thought that the boss would not buy it, but unexpectedly he was willing to spend 5,000 yuan. If he sold it, he would still make 2,000 yuan.

When Zhao Gang heard that the old man had only given five thousand yuan, his heart beat faster and his breathing became slightly rapid when he said this number. Zhao Gang knew that he was telling lies! The price of the square pot must be far higher than the price he gave, otherwise

His heartbeat won't speed up that fast.

Dong Jingjian really wanted to agree, but it was Zhao Gang who chose this thing. He turned around and asked him: "Brother Ping, what do you think?"

Zhao Gang directly stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty thousand?" Dong Jingjian stared at Zhao Gang in confusion, like Columbus discovering the New World.
Chapter completed!