Chen Yang picked up the stone and looked at it carefully. He found that the weight of this broken stone, which was engraved with words and was used as a seal, was a little different.
Quite heavy.
Hold it in your hand for a while and it feels as warm as jade!
Then I quietly used my fingernail to peel off a thin layer on the surface of the stone, and a touch of green suddenly appeared.
Chen Yang instantly guessed that this was an uncut jadeite, and it was imperial green!
I wonder if these scammers were just too unlucky to carve the words on the thickest corner of the rock layer and did not discover the secret!
It’s not bad to make a bracelet for my wife.
Chen Yang made up his mind and asked: "Boss, how much does this broken stone cost?"
Su Hongyu was stunned when Chen Yang asked about the price, "Since you know this guy is a liar, why would you buy his stuff?"
"It felt good to my hand, so I went back and erased the words on it, and then carved a seal myself for fun." Chen Yang didn't want to reveal the information, lest the other party increase the price.
"One thousand dollars."
The vendor shouted without hesitation.
"Are you fooling a fool? This piece of stone is worth a thousand yuan? It's good that the police didn't arrest you!"
Chen Yang glared at the vendor, "Three hundred yuan. If you don't buy it, I'll call the police."
"Okay, three hundred is three hundred." The vendor smiled and stretched out his hand.
Chen Yang said, "Didn't my mother-in-law pay you three hundred yesterday? Do you still want it?"
The hawker was stunned for a moment and said without hesitation: "Okay, three hundred is three hundred."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Anyway, the broken bowl and the stone cost less than twenty yuan, and he still made money.
Su Hongyu was so angry that she dropped her hands. This good-for-nothing son-in-law just wanted to praise him for exposing the liar, but he immediately spent three hundred to buy a piece of rubble. Should he be called smart or stupid?
Besides, she paid for the three hundred yesterday. Just as she was about to curse Chen Yang, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"This young master wants this seal!"
Looking in the direction from which the sound came, I saw a young man wearing a white Armani suit and playing with a pile of walnuts walking over.
Behind him were several men who looked like bodyguards, carrying a lot of antiques, calligraphy and paintings in their hands.
When many antique shop owners saw the people coming, they rushed out of the shop like flies seeing shit, and said flatteringly: "Mr. Chen, why did you buy a broken stone? Come and take a look at the small shop.
, I just got some new goods today.”
"Master Chen, don't listen to that kid. Come to my store. There are a batch of treasures excavated from the tombs of the Eastern Han Dynasty!"
Everyone felt like they had met the God of Wealth, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
The hawker who had just packed up and was about to leave quickly opened the package and said with a playful smile: "Mr. Chen, I have a lot of good things here, would you like to take a look?"
Chen Yang's ears pricked up and he heard the vendors nearby talking: "Chen Jiarong is here again."
"Quickly, take out everything and slaughter the fat sheep."
Chen Yang looked at Chen Jiarong with some doubts and thought: "Is this a fat sheep? It doesn't look like it. His eyes are quite good."
He looked at the stone in his hand, a little confused.