Why did you come here? Is that loser procrastinating again?"
Su Hongyu had been looking forward to it for who knows how long, but she started shouting from a distance.
There was no time when it wasn't you and Tang Jiao who were procrastinating...
Chen Yang cursed, but without saying anything, he and Tang Wan came closer to take a look at the situation.
Su Hongyu was at a stall outside a remote alley.
Stalls in this location, rather than where there are the most people, often mean that things are not coming from the right way.
"Is there really something good?"
Chen Yang became a little more serious and glanced at the stall.
The person who set up the stall was a young man with good features and good looks. He wore good clothes and was neatly dressed, but it had an old-fashioned feel.
For example, the clothes are made of very good material, but the style is from many years ago, and they have turned white after washing.
It's like it happened in the past, then fell behind, and it's still trying its best to maintain the dignity of the past.
In front of the stall of a young man with a good-looking face, there are many things scattered and unorganized, including jade, ancient coins, porcelain, wooden furniture, etc.
Beside him, there was a middle-aged man with eyes and a bag under his arm, urging Su Hongyu with an impatient look on his face.
"Auntie, can you please give way if you don't have the money? Don't dominate the position. Can you give me the snuff bottle?"
Su Hongyu immediately turned her back and said angrily: "You are the aunt, and your whole family is aunt."
"I want you to have a beautiful idea, I took a fancy to it first.
Didn’t you see my daughter coming?”
As Su Hongyu spoke, she waved to Tang Wan and said excitedly: "Xiao Wan, look, mom got a good thing."
"Just this snuff bottle, from the Ming Dynasty, could be sold for at least several million if put in our store."
Su Hongyu held the snuff bottle and showed it to Tang Wan like a thief. At the same time, she looked at the stall owner with delicate features and middle-aged eyes warily, as if she was afraid of being robbed.
She said to the stall owner uneasily: "I have made a deposit. According to the rules, you can't even think about raising the price."
"The agreed two million is not a penny more."
"Don't think that I am a foreigner. Have you ever heard of Heshun Hall over there? My daughter's shop.
If you dare to raise prices indiscriminately, I will be careful not to drive you out of the market."
The stall owner nodded helplessly, cupped his hands and said, "I don't dare, I don't dare."
The middle-aged man looked like he couldn't bear to see anything, and shouted: "Sister, you are being overbearing.
This snuff bottle is from the Ming Dynasty. It is so large that it is worth five million.
If you don't give the stall owner the actual price, forget it and return the overlord's stuff, otherwise you can give it to me and I'll buy it for 5 million."
Su Hongyu spat, spitting directly on the middle-aged shoes, and said disdainfully: "You are ugly, but you think you are beautiful. I gave you a deposit, and my daughter also brought money."
"If you want to buy it, hurry up next time.
Daughter, pay!”
Su Hongyu kept urging her as if she was afraid that the baby would run away.
Tang Wan hesitated, and said uncertainly: "How about we let Uncle Fang come and take a look."
Uncle Fang is the old man left behind by Tang Wan's father and a senior antique appraiser at Heshun Hall.
"No need to look anymore."
Chen Yang poked his head over and took a glance, his gaze not lasting even for a second.
"Fake. Modern handicraft, 20 yuan is too much."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The three stall owners, Su Hongyu and Su Hongyu, with middle-aged eyes and fair features, spoke in unison.
Su Hongyu was particularly angry, pointing at Chen Yang's nose and scolding: "You loser knows nothing. If you can't tell me, I will ask Xiaowan to divorce you right away."
Chen Yang rolled his eyes. Su Hongyu had been using this killer tool for several years, so he was not tired.
Tang Wan, on the contrary, breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile: "You also understand antiques."
Chen Yang took the snuff bottle in his hand, threw it in his palm, and said with a smile: "I understand a little bit!"