"Take off your mask, isn't it hot in this hot day?"
"It's okay. It's not too hot. Your store has air conditioning."
"Hehe...Juan'er, bring me a pot of good tea, we have a distinguished guest."
The tea was served, which was fine Longjing green tea. The fat man took a sip, put down the cup and said, "Brother, let's open our eyes."
I directly unzipped the box, pulled open the wrapped newspaper, took out a large jar, and placed it gently on the coffee table.
The fat black man groaned, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and looked at the can carefully, especially the bottom. He turned it over and looked at it for five or six minutes.
I didn't even wash these big white jars. They were fished out of the grave pit and there were still soil stains in many places.
"This thing... has carvings on it. Isn't this a Ding kiln, brother?"
I said you have good eyesight, you are taking a closer look.
He looked at it again, then frowned and said, "Is this from the Northern Song Dynasty, the Xing Kiln or the Guangzhuang Kiln?"
I say it's the latter.
"It turns out to be white porcelain from Guangzhi Kiln. No wonder, although it is a local kiln, there are not many of them and it is difficult to see them in the north."
"Old people from the East, West and Northern Song dynasties, no problem."
He smiled and patted his belly: "I've made it clear, brother, I want it. Let's talk, let's start with tens of thousands."
This is the difference between vision and structure. Donglei, whom Ye Zi called, asked for 260 yuan, and I didn’t even want to talk to him.
"How many have you got in total? Are they all complete?"
"There are 10 pieces in total. The unit price is...I want this number."
I pointed four fingers at him and said with a straight face: "400,000 each."
When he heard that each one cost 400,000, the fat man laughed and said: "Come on, young man, let go of your anger. If you are too angry, you will not be able to negotiate a deal. Juan'er, bring some tea."
The beautiful woman poured two more cups of tea, and I drank one. He then asked, "Are you a little less angry? Let's negotiate a price."
Didn't I just show four fingers? I smiled and took one back and said 300,000 each.
"Hey...look at you, brother."
The fat black man grabbed two of my fingers and put them down. Now there was only one finger left. He smiled and said, "This is the appropriate number. Let's talk about it this way."
He meant to negotiate for less than 100,000 yuan, and my psychological price when I came here was 50,000 yuan, so there was room for it.
Even if I sell a minimum of 50,000 yuan each, ten jars can sell for 500,000 yuan.
We talked from two o'clock in the afternoon to five thirty in the evening. After smoking seven or eight cigarettes and drinking a lot of tea, we finally reached an agreement.
One is 75,000 yuan, package discount, ten are counted as 700,000 yuan.
The price could not be said to be high or low at the time. It can only be said that he bought it "appropriately". If these high-quality ancient porcelain jars were put up for auction today, two of them would exceed 700,000.
The remaining 8 are equivalent to giving away for free.
Since the bank is closed and it is inconvenient to transfer money, I plan to find a place to stay nearby for one night. When the bank opens tomorrow, I will have a lot of money and goods, and I will send the money to Ye Zi by the way.
I don't dare to let Ye Zi know how much I sold it for. If he asks, I plan to say that I sold it for a total of 200,000.
There is a regular hotel in the north of Yifa City. I was staying there. I was walking downstairs to buy food at night, and suddenly I saw an acquaintance on the side of the road.
It can't be said that they are acquaintances, just that they know her. What is her name... called Ma Fengfeng?
Just the one selling dyed chicks. She made a fortune in the experimental elementary school before, why did she end up here?
Because I was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, and I was a little far away, she didn’t recognize me.
There was a bicycle parked next to Ma Fengfeng, and there was a big bamboo basket in front of her. It didn't take much for her to know that there were dyed chickens in it.
At this moment, her face was red and her saliva was flying. She was arguing with a man. The saliva probably splashed on the other man's face. The man became angry and suddenly kicked her in the stomach, knocking Ma Fengfeng down.
