The man took the incense burner in his hand and began to regret it again, "This must be an antique. I'd better get it to an antique shop for appraisal first, otherwise, I will lose money."
"Okay, if the appraisal is not an antique, I will give you two hundred yuan at most."
Yang Zimei said casually, "Either I will give you ten thousand now. It's your choice."
The man's eyes began to roll in confusion.
He really didn't know whether this incense burner was an antique or not. He only knew that he had seen it on the incense burner since he was very young.
His ancestors were not a well-to-do family, so logically speaking, there should not be any antiques passed down.
Even if there is, it should be sold.
Seeing Yang Zimei being so casual.
He was also very worried that if it was identified as not being an antique, he would lose ten thousand yuan in vain.
What should we do?
Yang Zimei pulled Long Zhutian away.
Antiques have always been a test of vision and courage.
It just depends on how discerning and courageous that man is.
If he was willing to give up 10,000 yuan and take it to an antique shop for appraisal, he might be able to earn hundreds of thousands.
If you don't want to give it up, then you can earn it yourself.
She had taken less than ten steps when the man caught up with her and said, "Hey, little sister, I'll sell you my incense burner at a loss, 20,000 yuan."
"Ten thousand."
Yang Zimei definitely didn't want to increase the price for him anymore.
If the price is increased, he will definitely suspect that it is a valuable antique.
"Fifteen thousand."
"Ten thousand, uncle, if you want to sell it, just sell it. If you don't want to sell it, forget it. We have to go home in a hurry, don't worry." Yang Zimei said impatiently.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Ten thousand is ten thousand, give me cash now."
Yang Zimei asked Long Zhutian to go to the counter next to him and withdraw 10,000 yuan in cash.
The man gave her the incense burner.
Holding the brand new 10,000 dollar bills in his hand, the man spit and lit them excitedly.
This is great. He has money to gamble again. He no longer has to please his wife and ask her for money. Fortunately, he was smart just now. He heard from his wife that a pair of young men and women who looked very rich in their clothes actually took advantage of themselves.
When he picked up the broken incense burner that he had thrown away, he immediately became suspicious and suspected that he had thrown away the treasure, so he chased after it.
Now I get ten thousand for free!
He immediately spent the ten thousand, first going to those erotic hair salons to pick up girls, having fun, and then entering the underground gambling house...
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"Haha, I realized that I really don't have a fortune. I obviously wanted to pick it up for free, but in the end I had to spend ten thousand more."
Yang Zimei held up the incense burner and said.
"You little thing, you have quite the qualities of a profiteer."
Long Zhutian reached out and took the incense burner, "It's so dirty and heavy, so let me carry it."
Yang Zimei stuck out his tongue, "Let's go directly to Brunei Street and ask Mr. Song to help clean it and appraise the age and value of this incense burner."
"good."
Although Long Zhutian was a little anxious and wanted to go back and get the Ganjiang Sword again, but seeing how interested she was, he didn't follow her.
In fact, Yang Zimei also knew that he was anxious to take the sword, but he was worried about what might happen, so he delayed it on purpose.
Come to Brunei Street.
The vendors on the street all knew Yang Zimei, and they didn't dare to say hello to her when they saw her with a tall, handsome man with a cold temperament.
Yang Zimei didn't put on any airs. When he saw familiar people, he shouted enthusiastically.