Everyone looked at the twist wreath as if they were looking at a golden baby, wishing they could take it home.
For those who like to collect antiques, owning a bronze object from the Shang Dynasty with unprecedented gilding technology is simply a huge treasure.
Everyone looked envious, jealous and hateful.
Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei and said, "Little sister, this thing of yours is too precious. You are still young. I would like to discuss with your adults whether you are willing to resell it to our store. Can you tell me your adult's phone number now?
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He is a well-known honest man with a good business reputation. Just now, he could have completely refused to recognize the value of this twist wreath and then casually spent a thousand or a few hundred yuan on a child.
But he didn't do this because it went against his principles.
Now he was worried about returning such a valuable thing to Yang Zimei. He was worried that it would be snatched away by someone with greed, and he couldn't directly deal with a five-year-old child.
"My dad is in the hospital, but you can negotiate the price with me first." Yang Zimei had been here in her previous life and knew that Mo Xuan appraiser Song Xuan was a well-known and reputable person, so she was quite relieved about him.
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"Can you get an idea?"
"This is something I got myself. My dad won't care what I do with it. Master Song, just be more honest and give me a good price first. Then you can give the money to my dad."
"Our store has small profits and cannot offer a big price, so we can only give you 350,000 yuan at most." Song Xuan thought for a while and said. Although he is an honest person, he is also a businessman. This price is neither high nor low.
There is a lot of room for flexibility.
"I'll pay 400,000!"
Suddenly an older voice came from outside. Everyone looked back and saw a slightly wealthy old man walking in with a little boy.
Seeing the little boy, Yang Zimei's brows jumped again.
This boy was none other than Min Gang, whom she had a crush on in her previous life. She met him in the car last time, but she didn't expect to see him again here.
However, she was looking at him with the soul of a 28-year-old mature woman, so it felt really weird.
"whee--"
Ming Gang might have recognized her as he stuck out his tongue playfully at her and made a face.
Yang Zimei was sweating. She couldn't understand why he stuck out his tongue and made faces every time he saw her. It was so ruining his outlook on life.
"Old Min?" Although there was displeasure in Song Xuan's eyes, he still showed courtesy and respect. This Min Yulin is a retired provincial governor. He has powerful forces in City A and is not someone who can be offended.
Moreover, antique trading has always been about the highest bidder.
Min Yulin nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving the hemp wreath in Song Xuan's hand.
He is a fan of Shang Dynasty bronze objects. He just heard outside that this is a gilt bronze object that has never been recorded in the history of antiques. Naturally, he would not let go of such a treasure.
Moreover, in recent years, the price of bronze objects from the Shang Dynasty has skyrocketed.
When they heard that someone had paid 400,000 yuan, most of the onlookers couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their eyes were shining, and they hated themselves for not being so lucky.
Even if it costs 450,000, Song Xuan can still accept this price. After all, this thing may increase in value infinitely in the future, and he can definitely use it as a treasure for his shop.
However, he was also well aware of Min Yulin's infatuated love for bronze objects from the Shang Dynasty. He also knew that this man was a bit narrow-minded and would retaliate. If he raised the price with him and snatched it, he would probably be retaliated against.
Therefore, he gave up and said reluctantly: "This item belongs to this little sister. If Mr. Min wants to buy it, he can discuss the deal with her."