Seeing the middle-aged man chuckling, Zhen Mingliang also guessed that he probably asked the farmer brother to make a concession again. And the so-called concession was just that he hoped to get more benefits from this transaction.
It's not my own money, so I gave this brother hundreds of thousands, and it didn't matter to the middle-aged man.
Zhen Minglang already knew from this that this guy was Mr. Zhuang's guy, but why did Mr. Zhuang want such an irresponsible guy and trust him to manage the Guxiangzhai? It really didn't look like Mr. Zhuang's way of doing things.
.
Now, a middle-aged man wants to spend 200,000 yuan to buy this guy's jade pot spring?
….
He couldn't see Mr. Zhuang's 200,000 yuan wasted in vain, but Zhen Minglang didn't want to stop this transaction, which would give the middle-aged man an advantage.
Seeing the middle-aged man taking out a thick bag of money, a total of more than ten wads of RMB, he was about to hand it over to his farmer friend. Zhen Minglang also gave in and led the man outside.
The middle-aged man was surprised when he saw Zhen Minglang suddenly leading the man out. Could it be that Zhen Minglang also fell in love with Yu Huchun and wanted to grab one.
However, the middle-aged man is not worried, because there is such an unwritten rule in the antique industry. That is, when peers are buying and selling, other buyers can only watch the changes closely.
If you don't buy, or the seller doesn't sell, you will have the opportunity to continue trading.
He has already negotiated a business deal with the farmer. If Zhen Minggang breaks the rules, even if he forgives him, his friends in the antique circle will definitely not be able to forgive Zhen Minggang.
…
Zhen Minglang and the farmer went out for a short time. Before the middle-aged man could recover his thoughts, the two of them walked into the house smiling. Both of them were laughing, but at this time Zhen Minglang smiled naturally and from the bottom of his heart.
But the farmer's smile is a bit stiff.
Seeing Zhen Minglang smiling so brightly, the middle-aged man, considering that the situation might have changed, hurriedly pulled the farmer away from Zhen Minglang.
"I said, brother, we have agreed on the deal beforehand. This jade pot spring is mine now. Also, this money is yours. Even if it is sold again, it will only be mine.
Sell it to someone else.”
As soon as he sold the jade pot spring, the middle-aged man immediately broke off the relationship with the farmer. When he saw the bright dozens of wads of money jumping in front of his eyes, the farmer did not show excitement, but instead sighed in despair.
With this sigh, the middle-aged man felt that the farmer felt that he had lost money and regretted giving Yu Huchun to him. Therefore, Zhen Minglang must have offered him a higher price after pulling him out.
"see a visitor out."
To avoid further trouble, the middle-aged man immediately issued an eviction order, and Zhen Minglang probably didn't want to be in the same room with this guy anymore, so Xiaohehe also left the house with the farmer.
Back in the car, Zhen Minglang also called Mr. Zhuang. He came here today just to ask Mr. Zhuang to appreciate the unveiling paintings of the remaining episodes, but why did he happen to encounter such a thing.
Mr. Zhuang is not in Guxiangzhai, but in fact Mr. Zhuang has not gone far. He is bored in his free time. Mr. Zhuang will be playing Pai Gow with an old friend on Dieshan Street. Hearing that Zhen Minglang came to see him, Mr. Zhuang was also excited.
If I wasn't playing cards anymore, I would rush back to Guxiangzhai directly.
…
Guxiangzhai.
Strong aroma…
"Hey, Mr. Zhuang is back?"
"Hurry up, I just received a treasure."
When the middle-aged man saw the figure walking through the door, a bright light flashed in his eyes, with a respectful expression, and he stepped forward to meet him with half a body.
They looked like two people just now.
Welcoming Mr. Zhuang at the door, the middle-aged man also smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuang, I received a jade pot spring. I think this treasure is in excellent condition and can be sold for a good price of one million, and I just
flower…"
The middle-aged man was about to tell him about the jade pot spring he bought for 200,000 yuan, but when he saw Zhen Minglang walking into the house with Mr. Zhuang, his round eyes rolled up and he hurriedly said, "I just
This jade pot spring bought for 190,000 yuan can earn 810,000 yuan."
An antique shop like Guxiangzhai usually doesn't do much business. The most common thing is to help people buy real estate properties and make some money in the process. Occasionally, a single business can bring in an income of tens of thousands at most.
, which is a profit of more than 100,000 yuan in one month. But when he suddenly heard that he could earn more than 800,000 yuan at once, Mr. Zhuang was rarely excited.
"Wu Sheng, come on, let me see the jade pot of spring you bought. Come on, Ming Lang, help me take a look at the jade pot of spring."
Mr. Zhuang was so happy that Zhen Mingliang really didn't want to make Mr. Zhuang's mood plummet at this moment. However, he had indeed seen this jade pot spring just now.
"actually…"
"Actually, I have just seen this jade pot and spring vase."
"Oh? You've seen it too, Ming Lang, and you think this jade pot and spring bottle is worth a million. Then I'm really relieved. I didn't expect..."
Mr. Zhuang has always felt that Zhen Minglang is a formidable young man. If Wu Sheng is a little careless in appraising treasures, but with Minglang helping him, then the two people's eyesight will definitely not miss.
"Mr. Zhuang, actually...Brother Wu didn't ask me, Xiaosheng, to appraise this jade pot spring vase just now. So...this bottle was appraised by him alone."
Zhen Minglang pointed at Yu Huchun on the booth, with disappointment on his face.
"Wu Sheng was the only one to identify it?"
Mr. Zhuang thought about it casually. It was not that he had no confidence in Wu Sheng, but when he suddenly heard that Zhen Minglang did not appreciate the bottle, Mr. Zhuang also felt a little bit in his heart.
One hundred and ninety thousand.
What if it's fake?
Then my hard work this month is equivalent to wasting. Losing money is a small thing, Guxiangzhai is a hit, and losing reputation is a big thing.
Mr. Zhuang did not complain about Wu Sheng, but Wu Sheng had a look of shame on his face at this time. How did he know that this boy knew Mr. Zhuang, and Mr. Zhuang thought that this boy was very capable. However, this boy had just seen this jade
The jade pot was in spring, and he even specially dragged the farmer guy out. He also thought that the jade pot in spring was genuine, otherwise he wouldn't want to rob his business.
Wu Sheng followed Mr. Zhuang and approached the jade pot spring, his confidence also greatly increased.
"It's okay. I've already taken a look at it. You can't make any mistakes."
"well."
Mr. Zhuang had no intention of listening to Wu Sheng anymore and hurriedly walked to the bottle. Mr. Zhuang also looked at the jade pot of spring carefully.
Touching the soles of Yuhuchun, the thick texture does not look like a new imitation, it has some age.
But Mr. Zhuang was a little hesitant at this moment. Originally, as a leading figure in the connoisseurship world, even if his eyesight could not tell the authenticity of this thing, if he touched it and it was almost genuine, he would know it by feeling. However,
Mr. Zhuang also changed hands two or three times in his hands, but he did not dare to say that this thing was real.
The year is indeed enough, but...
"This is a fake. You caught your eye."
Although Mr. Zhuang could not tell what was wrong with the jade pot spring, but based on his unique feeling and the slight difference in warmth in his hands, Mr. Zhuang concluded that the jade pot spring was a fake.
"Fake...fake? Impossible."
"I think this Yuhuchun...can't be a fake?"
Wu Sheng was immediately stunned. Originally, if the jade pot spring was genuine, in addition to the 20,000 benefits he had already received, he could also get another 1% commission from the 190,000, which was 19,000.
But now...
"Little brother, didn't you also think that this jade pot spring was genuine?" Wu Sheng looked bright and clear, but he was also stunned.
Ah…
"When did I say that this jade pot spring was authentic? Have you ever asked me?"
Zhen Minglang's eyebrows were straight, and Wu Sheng was speechless after one sentence.
"this…"
"What's this……"
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