"Boss He, please have tea." Suddenly the young man named "Xiao Guo" greeted me.
"Oh, thank you." He Qing immediately composed himself and turned his head calmly. He took the tea cup without taking a sip, and quickly put it on the table next to him.
"Brother He, is there anything we have here that you think is pretty good? As long as you like it, haha, I will give you the biggest discount!" Liu Heng smiled enthusiastically.
He Qing deliberately glanced left and right and said: "Boss Liu, may I ask, do you have that kind of ink stick, that is, ancient ink in your store? I've been quite fond of this kind of stuff recently. To tell you the truth, I've been searching everywhere, and it happened to be
I was passing by here, so I came in to take a look, but there didn't seem to be any on the shelves. If you have some ancient ink, I hope you can show it to me."
He spoke calmly and calmly, and his tone was very natural. Liu Henghe stood aside and looked at He Qing's Xiaoguo with a strange look from time to time, and found nothing unusual at all.
"Ancient ink?" Liu Heng asked in surprise, "Brother He, are you talking about the ink in the 'Four Treasures of the Study and One Ink'?"
"Yes, yes!" He Qing nodded and said, "It's that kind of ink. I'll just ask casually. If it's not there, I'll just look for it. But if you have it in your store, I hope you can let it go to me. As for the price,
Everything is negotiable."
"Yes!" Liu Heng nodded vigorously and said, "Brother He, you came at the right time! I happen to have a batch of ink ingots here, but they are all good things. They are old and in good condition. I
It was hard to collect it.”
"Oh, really?" He Qing said in surprise, but in fact he was asking questions knowingly. He had long discovered that there were ancient inks in this shop, and one of them had a history of thousands of years.
"Yeah, can I still lie to you?!" Liu Heng said with excitement, "The thing is here, you should take a look first!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the old purple wooden box and asked Xiaoguo to open the box. The result was that he immediately knelt down and carefully opened the lid of the box.
Then He Qing saw the things placed in the box. As expected, it was not just one ink ingot, but a large number, at least more than ten ingots, and most of the ancient inks had exquisite patterns drawn on them.
"Brother He, how do you feel?" Liu Heng introduced with a proud look on his face, "Look at those ink ingots, most of them have patterns, inscriptions and markings, they are very rare."
"It feels really good." He Qing nodded slightly and said.
What he values is not the ingots with exquisite patterns, but an inconspicuous piece of ancient ink, because the strong red light emanates from that piece of ink. It is a piece of ancient ink with a history of thousands of years.
Extraordinary.
"Brother He, which one are you interested in?" Liu Heng asked.
He Qing said calmly: "I'll take a good look first and appreciate it."
"Please feel free to take a look." Liu Heng waved his hand and said, "We will be neighbors from now on, and we will treat it as if we are in our own store. You are welcome."
He Qing smiled and said: "Thank you."
After he finished speaking, he knelt down and pretended to look at it carefully.
He Qing was actually not interested in the rest of the ink ingots at all. He was only concerned about the thousand-year-old ink.
"Boss Liu, how do you sell that piece of ink?"
After a while, He Qing asked.
Looking intently in the direction He Qing pointed, Liu Heng and Xiao Guo looked at each other in shock, because He Qing chose the one with the worst quality among the pair of ingots, while the others
He seemed to be indifferent to the beautiful decorations.
"That piece?" Liu Heng said seriously, "Although that piece of ink has been used for a long time, it is very old. It is said to be from the Ming Dynasty. It has been used for so many years, so it is normal for some wear and tear, right?"
He Qing responded: "I know this. Boss Liu, tell me, how much is that piece of ink? Are you willing to give it to me?"
"You want that?" Liu Heng said hurriedly, "Let's do it this way. If you really like that piece of ink, I can sell it to you cheaper, 50,000 yuan. Originally, I was going to offer 80,000 yuan, but who told us now?
Are we already acquaintances?"
"Fifty thousand?!" He Qing couldn't help being surprised. His first reaction was that the other party's price was too high. It was just a piece of ancient ink, and he asked for a high price of fifty thousand. He also said
It's a bit discounted.
"Are you trying to blackmail me by asking random prices?" A thought flashed through He Qing's mind. He didn't understand ink, and he didn't know anything about the price of ancient ink. How could he know the true value of a piece of ink? Even so, he also wanted to get it.
That thing is definitely not worth 50,000 yuan, at least on the surface it is not worth that much. Liu Heng deliberately wanted to blackmail him.
"Fifty thousand?" He Qing chuckled and said, "Boss Liu, you really know how to joke. If you ask for fifty thousand, I have collected a lot of them. I guarantee that the quality of each model is better than that one. I don't need you fifty thousand."
You give me half of each dollar, and I will sell all the 25,000 yuan to you, so that you can make a net profit of 25,000 yuan per dollar as soon as you change hands, so why not?"
"Brother He, look what you said, I don't have this hobby." Liu Heng said with a smile, "It's boring. I made a joke to you and you didn't cooperate. You are happy. Okay, no more joking.
Brother He, let’s get back to the subject. I can see that you sincerely want that ink stick. I don’t want fifty thousand or twenty-five thousand. Just give me twenty thousand. If it’s any lower, I’ll really lose money. Now
The antique shop business is not easy to do, there is no profit."
"Twenty thousand?" He Qing frowned after hearing this and said, "Boss Liu, you haven't told me the truth yet. I have received so many ink ingots, and I know the market situation of this thing quite well. Two thousand?"
RMB 10,000 is still too expensive. You and I both know how that piece of ink is. The reason why I am optimistic about it is because I feel good about it, but to be honest, if I want it, I can get it anywhere, so I just need to spend more time.
That’s all.”
"Then how much do you want?" Liu Heng asked back. When he asked this question, his expression changed slightly. He looked at He Qing with a smile on his face, but he was obviously unhappy secretly.
He Qing said in a serious tone: "I have received a lot of that kind of ink before, and the prices are not much different, ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands, with the most like 12,000. Boss Liu, how about I give you 15,000?"
It’s three thousand higher than the highest price I’ve ever paid! Haha, I just want to make you a friend! If you have no problem, we can close the deal right away. I’ll take the money with me and I won’t miss you a penny. If
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to part with it, there will still be opportunities to do business in the future.”
He offered a price of 15,000. Although the price was a bit high in theory, he couldn't offer it too low. If it was too low, Liu Heng might not be interested in buying a thousand-year-old ink ingot.
, and it is highly treasured. It is worth more than this price anyway. It must be a leak, maybe a big leak. Even if it is drilled, you won't lose much.
"Okay, okay!" Liu Heng nodded half-heartedly and said, "Fifteen thousand, just fifteen thousand, congratulations, brother, this thing is a deal!"
"Okay, then wrap the things and I'll pay you right away." He Qing said without hesitation.
Xiaoguo then wrapped the ink ingot under Liu Heng's instructions and handed it to He Qing. He Qing also readily took off the bag and paid the full amount.
After getting the things, He Qing did not stay any longer, but directly said goodbye and left "Hengbao Pavilion".
"Boss, this He Qing seems to know a lot but also seems to know nothing!"
After He Qing's back disappeared at the door, Xiao Guo whispered: "His eyesight is not very good! He took a fancy to the worst and cheapest piece of the batch of ink ingots, but he didn't get any of the other beautiful ones.
Choose!"
"I don't know what he was thinking." Liu Heng's face suddenly dropped, and he said in a gloomy tone, "We only spent a few thousand yuan on that ink ingot, and now we have made a net profit of nearly 10,000 yuan by selling it to him. Anyway, we
I made a profit! But I always feel that there seems to be some problem in the middle, but I can’t figure it out.”
"Boss, what's the problem?! We overestimated that guy He Qing before. He's obviously a stick!" Xiao Guo sneered with disdain.
"No, he doesn't look like a newcomer who knows nothing, but he looks like a powerful character who is hidden deep inside! It's really hard to figure out!" Liu Heng took a breath.
While the two of them were discussing, He Qing had already walked back to the teahouse.
"Brother Qing, how are you doing to find out the situation? Are you sure it's Boss Liu and the others who are behind this?!"
When He Qing came over, Lin Haitao, who had been waiting patiently, asked anxiously.
He Qing shook his head and said: "Boss Liu is pretending very well, you can't tell anything."
Then he changed the subject and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way, Haitao, let me ask you something. Do you know about ink ingots? They are the ink in stationery supplies, the kind of ink used to grind ink in ancient times.
piece."
"Ancient ink?" Lin Haitao nodded, "Of course I know. Many people like to collect this kind of things, but most of them are from the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. Unless they are special varieties, they are generally cheaper and better.
It's probably a few thousand to tens of thousands, but it's really rare to see one that sells for tens of thousands."
"Oh, is that so?" He Qing's eyes seemed worried and he said casually, "What if the ink ingot is very old? It's about more than a thousand years old, from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period."
"Such an old ancient ink?!" Lin Haitao said in surprise, "I've never seen it before, are they all fakes? How can ordinary ink ingots last for so long? I only know that 'Li Mo' of the Southern Tang Dynasty is the best saint in the world.
As the saying goes, 'Gold is easy to get, but Li Mo is hard to find'. You can imagine how valuable it is, but unfortunately, the real Li Mo is rare. I don't know if any museum has it in its collection, and there are probably not many private individuals.
Collected it, right?”
"'Li Mo'?! Southern Tang 'Li Mo'?!"
Hearing what Lin Haitao said, He Qing seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.
There was a burst of enthusiasm and excitement in my heart...
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