The stall owner selling vases was an expert at growing cotton. He looked at Chu Heng standing in front of the stall and frowned subconsciously.
As a businessman, he has a good eye for people.
When they first met, he could tell from Chu Heng's movements and expressions that he was Chinese. In this era, most Chinese people were poor, stingy, and good at bargaining. It was impossible to make money doing their business.
What money, so it is not very popular in the market.
But it’s better to make less money than not to make much money at all, right?
The stall owner licked his thick lips with an unlucky look, then smiled warmly and introduced: "Sir, I think you can see that this is a Chinese antique vase, which was left behind by my great-grandfather.
The inheritance is said to be something from more than three hundred years ago, so the price is not cheap, you need to pay a thousand francs to take it."
"One hundred, at most one hundred. If you can, I will pay directly. If not, I will turn around and leave." The stall owner's clumsy story made Chu Heng couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He also has some knowledge of foreign exchange-earning porcelain. The vase in his hand must have been sold in the 1950s, and it only cost ten or twenty yuan at that time.
One thousand francs?
Thinking about money is crazy!
One hundred francs is a high price.
After hearing his quotation, the stall owner's face immediately darkened. He had seen people bargain hard, but he had never seen someone so cruel. He cut directly from the top of his head to his heel with a knife.
But he couldn't bear to refuse. Although the knife was severe, he could still make a small profit of thirty francs, so the stall owner hesitated for a moment and nodded sadly: "Deal, it's yours!"
"Thank you." Chu Heng quickly took out the money and stuffed it into the stall owner's hand. He refused the stall owner's offer to wrap it in straw, turned around and left with the bottle in hand.
After he walked around in the crowd, the bottle in his hand had been thrown into the portable warehouse, and Chu Heng, who was empty-handed again, began to wander around the market again.
His goal this time was still clear, to find a vase similar to the blue and white plum vase from the official kiln.
After searching around for more than ten minutes, he couldn't find the vase. Instead, he found a sapphire inkstone from the Song Dynasty. After tentatively asking for the price, the shop owner quoted 30 francs, which was so cheap that he even bought it at his grandma's house. He didn't even pay the price.
Just pay and leave.
This situation is actually not surprising here. After all, cultural relics in China are not as popular as in later generations, and most of the things in the hands of many stall owners were stolen from China by some people's ancestors, and most of them don't know what they are.
value, so the possibility of missing something is quite high.
Ever since, after Chu Heng had visited most of the market, he already had more than a dozen antiques in his hands.
And it didn’t cost much.
The most valuable one was a piece of jade from the Han Dynasty, which only cost him thirty francs. The others were similar. The most expensive one was a blue and white glazed Guanyin statue from the Song Dynasty, but it only cost him 112 francs.
It almost made him happy.
"This trip is really worth it, even if we don't find the vase in the end." Chu Heng smiled, holding an early Qing Dynasty white jade hairpin that he just bought for twenty-five francs, and walked to the next stall full of expectations.
.
Maybe his luck ran out, and he visited more than ten stalls in succession, but still gained nothing.
Finally, he came to a stall selling woodware and stood in front of it. There were a lot of things on the stall, most of them were Western-style furniture, and there were also a few handicrafts.
Chu Heng wandered around and finally fixed his eyes on a statue of a naked woman made of walnut wood, planning to use it as a gift for him to visit Benshamin tomorrow.
He didn't know much about Western antiques, but he could tell from the patina of this wooden sculpture, which was about the length of an adult's forearm. It must be a hundred years old, not too long, but not too short either. In addition, the carving skills
It's also very good. I think it should be of some value, so it would be suitable as a gift.
So he talked with the stall owner and finally bought the items for 500 yuan, then found a place to put away the items and continued shopping.
After harvesting three antiques from China that were lost overseas, Chu Heng finally found the bottle he wanted that was similar to the plum bottle in the hotel. He happily spent 60 yuan to buy it, and he walked around the market again.
After looking around for a while and seeing nothing of interest, I rode back to camp.
It took him three hours to visit the market, but he went back much faster. He was back at the entrance in less than half an hour.
The car arranged by the hotel parked quietly not far away. Chu Heng strolled over carrying a bulging leather bag. As soon as he approached, the driver quickly got out of the car, opened the back door for him, and asked with a smile: "
It looks like you got a good harvest, sir."
"Yes, I met a few things I like." Chu Heng shook his bag, bent down and got into the car.
Cen Hao had come back a long time ago. After Chu Heng sat down, the driver confirmed his intention to return and immediately started the car and drove back.
Chu Heng casually threw the leather bag he had brought back at his feet, looked at Cen Hao with a slumped face, and asked casually: "What did you buy?"
"I didn't buy anything." Cen Hao shook his head and took out a handful of money from his pocket and gave it to him: "I don't need it, I'll give it to you."
Looking at the banknotes that were obviously much more than before, Chu Heng couldn't help but be stunned. He took them and counted them. There were seven hundred yuan. He asked in surprise: "Why are there so many more?"
Cen Hao said with a dark face: "I met a foreign girl inside. I couldn't understand what she was saying. I could tell that her gestures meant she wanted to sleep. I saw that she was in good shape, so I followed her to a hotel.
, she gave me two hundred when we were done.”
"Oh shit! How many times has this happened? I think you can change your career to become a young master."
Chu Heng laughed with tears in his eyes. Cen Hao's facial lines were very hard and he always had a straight face. He often gave people the impression that he was not a good person. There was no market in China, but he was very popular in the West.
, captured many foreign girls, and made quick money several times by accident.
"If you laugh again, do you believe that I will go back and tell my sister-in-law about your estrangement?" Cen Hao looked at him coldly, feeling extremely angry, thinking that he, a dignified man of seven feet and a twenty-nine direct descendant of Taiyi, was actually killed.
He was regarded as a young master, and more than once. If this matter spread, it would bring shame to the sect.
"Don't laugh, don't laugh." Chu Heng suppressed his laughter, hugged Cen Hao and comforted him. After returning to the hotel, in order to make up for his brother's mental trauma, the two of them ate.
After having a big meal and resting for a while, when night fell, we went to the famous Montmartre.
This is the legendary holy place where most of the female Buddhas of Paris gathered.
The two brothers played until midnight before returning, and Cen Hao also let out a bad breath...
"Jingle bell clang."
Chu Heng, who was covered in makeup and rosy, returned to the room carrying two bottles of strong brandy. Before entering the bedroom, he suddenly turned to Cen Hao, who was pale and swaying, and said, "Sleep peacefully tonight. What did you hear?"
Don't make any noise."
"I know." Cen Hao, who was so tired that his head drooped, entered the bedroom without looking back and closed the door forcefully.
