The stall owner didn't believe that Feilun could see through the things on his stall, so he immediately pulled Feilun and said, "Brother, you just glanced at him and said you couldn't see clearly. Could it be that you were tying me, brother, right?"
Seeing the stall owner so silly, Feilun was a little unhesitant and said in a muffled voice: "It's not that I'm rude, but that my nose has had some problems in the early years and has become a little sensitive, so I smell the smell of feces and shits.
, it's useless to deal with it!"
The stall owner changed his expression slightly because Feilun had basically made it clear: Don't use this thing that has been soaked in feces to eliminate me, OK? The stall owner who understood his meaning couldn't help but smile embarrassedly, and then his eyes went on.
Turning around, he smiled and said, "Brother, your eyes are too sharp, right? To be honest, I am not an acquaintance in this stall, so I can't be out of my way!"
Another jargon, to put it simply, it means that I am not an acquaintance and I don’t take real things to see. Unfortunately, Feilun and the stall owner just met him just now, and if they believe him, they would be a ghost. They were just trying to send this off.
The stall owner suddenly saved the fragments of the treasure map and said lightly: "Okay, then let's take a look, but don't use such things to smear!"
"Dela!"
The stall owner responded and wanted to run into the store not far away. But Feiren grabbed him and said, "If it is a good thing, there is no problem with the fragments!"
"Ah?" The stall owner was stunned, "Brother, are you talking about bronze fragments?"
Feiren nodded slightly: "Yes!"
"No? That thing is not as good as broken porcelain pieces, what price can't be sold!" The stall owner obviously suspected that Feilun was playing the fairy dance. After all, in the antique industry, the seller cheated the buyer, and the buyer cheated the seller.
Something happened does not mean that he is a stall owner, but he is awesome. If someone makes a good decision, he will still be deceived.
Feilun saw through his concerns at a glance, and said nothing else, only: "It's one thing that can't be sold, but it's hard to buy a lot of money. As long as your things are good things, I'm attracted to them, so of course
Will pay for it!"
The stall owner thought about it and made the same sense. Anyway, there were still many broken bronze fragments that couldn't be made up, so it was nothing to take out some for Feiren to choose.
"No problem, as long as you like it, brother!" After that, the stall owner stumbled into the street store.
After waiting for seven or eight minutes, the stall owner and a guy who was as thin as a clothes rail had difficulty lifting a box out, and finally put it down and placed it at Feren's feet. The movement was light.
It seems that the box contains not bronze but fine porcelain.
Feiren felt a little fond of this, but instead spoke up and said with a thorny voice: "Boss, don't fool me again, right? I made such a big box and carried it out of the store. Why don't you invite me into the store to see it directly
Woolen cloth?"
Little did they know that at this time, another friend of the stall owner was gathering a big fat sheep in the store. What they were most afraid of was that people who knew about it like Faren would talk too much. That was why the stall owner brought the bronze ware to the street.
Come up and give Feiren a look.
It was precisely because Feilun "sees" these things with his thoughts that he deliberately made this statement. He just wanted to try out what the stall owner had.
The stall owner naturally could not tell Feilun the real situation in the store. His eyes rolled and said, "Brother, you don't know anything. The light in my store is not as good as the street. I'll be able to see it when I'm leaving.
No wonder I'm not!”
Although this excuse is not sufficient, it can still be excused. Feilun is too lazy to care about the "life and death" of the fat sheep. He raised his hand slightly and said, "Then open the box and take a look!"
In fact, his thought silk has already explored the box. There are as many as seventeen bronzes, but only three are genuine. Among these three genuine ones, two are ancient imitations.
It makes people shake their heads.
What is ancient imitation? It is the imitation of more ancient utensils by ancient people, such as the imitation of the Song Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty, the imitation of the Ming Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty, etc., which are really numerous. Except for a few of these things, few have achieved the value of the original object. However, there are also
The kind of thing that imitates more than the value of the original object, such as Tang Bohu copied the paintings of a painter in the previous dynasty, maybe the paintings drawn were of higher value than those of the original writer, but this type is an isolated case and is not universal.
This is especially true when it comes to bronze ware. After all, the era when bronze ware is most valued was in the ancient Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties.
"Clang!"
As the box was opened, a burst of smoke and dust flew. The stall owner and the mate covered their mouths and noses and took two steps back. Only Feilun was standing beside the box, without moving, and even picked up one of the sheep's lords.
:"This one is good!"
When the stall owner saw it, he was immediately uneasy because Feiren was carrying the only genuine product in this box, so he stuttered: "What, what? Old, I'm interested in this
It's all? This thing is not cheap!"
"I know it's not cheap, but I don't plan to buy it!" As he said that, Feiren casually threw the bronze ware towards the direction of the man...
Seeing this, the stall owner was immediately uneasy and shouted to the clerk: "Simao, hurry up, catch it!"
Guy Simao also knew that this sheep lord was real, so he rushed forward without any chance. He couldn't hold it, but in the end he was pushed to his chest by the protruding part of the sheep lord, almost making it go, and rolling his eyes
At the same time, a swear word from Guangdong and Hong Kong was revealed: "I'll take your lungs!"
Feilun then picked up the two ancient imitation bronzes and couldn't help but shook his head and said, "It's a pity that it's a post-imitation, it's worth a few dollars, but it's not very valuable!" As he said that, he wanted to throw it out again.
The stall owner finally couldn't help but said, "Brother, don't throw it away, you can't afford to pay if it is broken!"
Feilun turned his head and glanced at the stall owner and sneered: "How do you know I can't afford it? Do you want to make a bet? If I can afford it?" As he said that, he ruthlessly wielded the two ancient bronzes.
After entering the stall owner's arms, he almost threw out his overnight meal.
After doing this, Feiren stopped and stood by the box without moving. Instead, he glanced at the stall owner with a smile, saying, "Just this little inventory?"
Although the stall owner hated Feilun's violence, he did not want to mess up the business, so he did not immediately occur. When he heard Feilun's question, he glanced at the fake bronze ware in the box and couldn't help but feel shocked Feilun's eyes.
Jin'er couldn't help but cry and said with a sad face: "Brother, these are all good stocks!"
"Is that?" Feiren didn't believe his lies, "Huh? There are still fragments at the bottom of the box. Hurry, who, put these bronzes out, I want to see the fragments!" As he said that, he also pointed at Simao.
.
Guy Simao obviously didn't want to do this, but under the guidance of the stall owner, based on the principle that no matter how small the mosquito is, it was still fishing out all the dozen bronze ware left in the box one by one and put it on.
On the stall next to it.
Feiren kept watching from the side, until Simao had finished picking up all the bronze ware, then he squatted down and began to pick up the bronze fragments in the box to look at it.
At this time, the stall owner could see that the young man who came out of nowhere was definitely an expert in antiques. Of course, he was not very familiar with other types of antiques, but at least he was asking for similar antiques.
He believes that Feren is definitely a master-level figure.
But even if Feilun is really a bronze master stall owner, he is not afraid. After all, the water in the antique industry is too deep. So what if you know the goods? You can buy goods with a way to sell goods. These stall owners are all very smart and will definitely do it.
The price will increase ten times or even dozens of times, otherwise you will not be able to buy good things, real things!
Of course, this is only done when the stall owner knows that the buyer is a person who knows the goods. Otherwise, even if it is a real thing, it will definitely not be sold. After all, there are still a few people who are really willing to invest in antiques, and they are playing with stocks.
Compared with a few people, they are just in the sky and in the ground.
Feiren squatted down and looked at the fragments carefully, and found that seven or eight extremely small pieces were extremely similar to the treasure map fragments in appearance and shape. He immediately had the intention to buy them, and immediately picked up a piece and twisted it in his hand.
He asked the stall owner, "Boss, do you sell this piece?"
Seeing Feiren pick up one of the most inconspicuous pieces of the fragments, the stall owner was a little disappointed: "Sell!" and said, "Five thousand per piece!" In fact, this piece was his last time
I picked it up by the way when I went to purchase the goods, but I had no credit at all.
Feiren murmured after hearing this, "It's a bit expensive, are there just a few pieces? There's nothing else!"
The stall owner hesitated for a moment and shook his head and said, "There were a few more pieces, but unfortunately I cleared the stock once recently, and I don't know where I fell!"
"That's a pity..."
Before Feiren finished speaking, Simao on the side raised her hand weakly and said, "Boss, there are a few similar pieces under my pillow."
As soon as these words came, the stall owner kicked: "A bastard, eat mine and drink mine. You dare not have my things, hurry up and bring them to me!"
Hearing this, Simao ran away like he covered his butt. After a while, he took back a harmonica box, opened it, poured it on the ground, and made a crisp sound. Twelve three more poured out of the harmonica box.
A bronze fragment similar to a treasure map fragment.
Oh no, there is a bronze fragment in it that turns out to be gray, it is actually a fucking treasure map fragment.
After seeing this, a trace of undetectable light flashed in her eyes. She scratched the fragment of the treasure map with her hand, leaving a trace of thought on it, and then circled the nearly twenty pieces on the ground, saying:
"Boss, I'll ask for these together. Can you give me a discount?"
Hearing this, the stall owner's eyes lit up, but he cried out: "No, when I purchased the goods, this thing was really not cheap!"
Feiren sneered: "Okay, boss, who are you hustling? I'll give you a price, either you can sell these fragments at half price, or you can keep them for fun and give you ten seconds to consider!" As he said, he took his hands freely.
He threw the fragment between his fingers onto the ground indifferently.
Seeing this, the stall owner knew that Feilun had plans to leave, but he refused to be cut at half the price: "How about this, brother, please give me some more, and I'll sell it if I give me some!"
.(To be continued...)
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