Thinking that Zhang Yuan is a pretty boy, the shop owner and clerk showed no respect for Zhang Yuan.
His eyes were looking up and down, half-smiling but not smiling, full of contempt.
Smiling secretly, Zhang Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to it, waiting for the shop owner to cry later.
"Then let's sign the contract now?"
Maintaining his previous calmness, Zhang Yuan asked.
The shop owner was eager to get the money, so he naturally refused to agree. He also took the initiative again and proposed to add Zhang Yuan's previous conditions to the contract.
The contract was quickly printed and placed in duplicate in front of the shop owner and Zhang Yuan.
"Brother, if you take a closer look at your fully charged object, even if there is only one treasure inside, I will make a lot of money."
Before the shop owner started writing, Zhang Yuan reminded him again.
"No, I haven't seen any of the objects here more than ten times. They are all high imitations. Brother, if you can sell them at a high price, that's your ability."
The shop owner said nonchalantly as he signed his name.
Zhang Yuan smiled, said no more, and signed immediately.
After the contract was signed, Yang Xiaoyun paid the shop owner 1.5 million as promised.
Since then, the store transfer has been completed.
This antique shop belongs to Zhang Yuan.
"Let's go."
The shop owner greeted the clerk and prepared to leave.
"Congratulations, you finally have your own antique shop."
"You don't have to worry about that money, and you don't need to count me as a shareholder. When you become prosperous in the future, it won't be too late to pay it back to me."
Yang Xiaoyun was too lazy to pay attention to the shop owner and clerk, and congratulated Zhang Yuan with a smile.
With the corner of his lips raised, Zhang Yuan's eyes showed a trace of amusement, and he glanced at the shop owner, who was indeed talking to Yang Xiaoyun.
"Blood brothers are still settling accounts, not to mention we are just friends."
"Don't worry, I will pay you back the money I owe you now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the store owner and clerk who were about to walk out of the store stopped.
Isn't this guy a pretty boy?
How can I return the 1.5 million to others?
Soon, Zhang Yuan brought a half-person-high vase from the corner.
"This is a white vase from the official kiln in the early Ming Dynasty. It's worth two million. How about using this to pay off the debt?"
Zhang Yuan's operation made Yang Xiaoyun stunned.
"Isn't this a high imitation? How can it be worth 2 million?" Yang Xiaoyun had doubts in her mind and asked directly.
The shopkeeper nodded sharply, this question touched his heart.
“In the Ming Dynasty, the porcelain craftsmanship and calligraphy became more perfect, and it became popular to inscribe the emperor’s year number on porcelain, that is, the official kiln’s year mark.”
"But many of the early Ming dynasties do not, such as this one, which is easy for people to misunderstand that it is a high imitation."
"Look at the character 'Shou' engraved here. The rising and falling strokes are sharp and the corners are rounded. The structure is rigorous and compact, strong and straight. This is the characteristic of the official kiln in the early Ming Dynasty."
"Of course, this vase is in such good condition that it is easy for people to misunderstand it as a high imitation."
When Zhang Yuankai talked happily, Yang Xiaoyun showed her starry eyes.
The shopkeeper on the side felt as if he had received an electric shock.
Yes, it was the two points Zhang Yuan mentioned before that made him misunderstand that this was a high imitation.
Although it cost no money to collect it, it was just a tie-in for other items, but the more he looked at it now, the more he felt that it was a real item, so how could it be given away for nothing.
"Brother, it's my fault that I didn't explain it clearly to you before. I almost forgot about it."
"I didn't put this vase for sale in the store. I put it in the store before and forgot about it."
"I can leave everything else to you, but I have to take this vase with me."
The shopkeeper said, coming to get the vase.
Zhang Yuan naturally couldn't let him succeed, so he quickly put the vase aside and then blocked it in front of the shop owner.
"Brother, we have signed a contract before. It is clearly written in black and white. Now everything in this store belongs to me."
The shopkeeper frowned and stared. No matter how reasonable Zhang Yuan was, he didn't want to admit it.
"I said before that I can leave all the high imitations in this store to you, but I didn't say that this genuine official kiln vase is included."
"Brother, you can do whatever you want. I'll sell it to you for 1.8 million."
Faced with the other party's nonsense, Zhang Yuan just sneered and prevented him from taking a step closer to the vase.
Reluctantly, the shop owner called the clerk and prepared for a joint robbery.
It's a pity that even if the two of them join forces, they can't force Zhang Yuan to take a step back.
Having seen Zhang Yuan's skills, Yang Xiaoyun was not in a hurry, drinking milk tea and watching the excitement.
"Everyone, come and take a look. This can't be called forced buying or selling. This is forced!"
“You want something from me after you fall in love with it, but you still refuse to pay for it!”
He was exhausted and sweating, but there was nothing he could do to Zhang Yuan. The shop owner was so angry that he rushed out the door and shouted.
The antique street at night was crowded with people, and a group of people quickly came to the store to watch the excitement.
After listening to the store owner and clerk's nonsense, the onlookers who didn't know the truth began to accuse Zhang Yuan.
"hehe!"
Si smiled, Zhang Yuan didn't bother to explain, and started recording on his cell phone.
Before discussing the transfer with the shop owner, he secretly recorded the audio.
The recording completely restored the truth. During this period, Zhang Yuan reminded the shop owner several times to take another look.
It was the shop owner who decided that all the items in the store were high imitations and refused.
In the antique shop, if you make a mistake, you have to take responsibility yourself, no one else is to blame.
Suddenly, the mood of the onlookers changed and they began to attack the shop owner.
"What are you looking at or yelling about? This is my thing. I don't want to sell it now. It's none of your business. Get out of here!"
After an angry scolding, all the onlookers were driven away, but the shop owner still refused to give up and glared at Zhang Yuan fiercely.
"Boy, don't say, brother, I won't give you a chance. You only have two ways to go now."
"Either you spend 2 million to buy this vase, or you return the vase intact to me."
"Otherwise?" Zhang Yuan asked with a sneer, looking at him like a clown.
"Ha!" the shop owner laughed confidently.
"Otherwise, brother, I will have no choice but to call the police. Don't blame me for not reminding you. I have connections inside."
"Imprisoning you for ten or eight years is a piece of cake."
These words made Yang Xiaoyun blush with anger.
Zhang Yuan gave her a reassuring look, and his eyes became even more playful.
"Brother, have you heard about what happened to Miss Yang Xiaoyun in the antique street?"
After saying this, the shop owner turned pale.
There was a lot of fuss about that incident. There was a boy who was so lucky that he was favored by Miss Yang and even protected by Yang Yangyan. Who wouldn't envy him.
Could it be that this is Miss Yang?
"Boy, it doesn't matter if Miss Yang is protecting you. This society has laws."
"You dig holes for me to jump out of, buy and sell by force, no one can protect you."
The shop owner was already a little scared in his heart, but he still refused to give up on his face.
Suddenly, Zhang Yuan took the vase over and smelled it.
"In this case, then you should call the police. If you are caught, it will save you several years of food money."
"What do you mean, kid?"
The shop owner was even more flustered. Could it be that this guy wanted to use Miss Yang's power to bully others?
"What do you mean, where did this vase come from? You don't know what to do?"