In late September, an antique store under the name of Red Fish.
A young man with a sallow complexion and mediocre appearance walked in with a bag in his shoulder bag.
Judging from his age, he is about thirty years old.
He is 1.8 meters tall, elegant and slightly morbid.
He stood next to the shelf, looking up and down, looking at it carefully, and seemed very interested.
The clerk in charge of helping in the store hurriedly came out from behind the counter and greeted warmly: "They are all good things. What do you like, little brother?"
The other party smiled and said nothing, shaking his shoulder bag, which was heavy.
The clerk understood and said: "Is there any goods to be shipped?"
The young man nodded and said, "Yes."
His voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for many days, and it sounded very harsh.
The guy subconsciously picked his ears, turned around and led the way: "What kind of treasure is this? Do you have any research on it yourself?"
The young man replied calmly: "It's an incense burner. The exact age is uncertain, so I brought it over to have a look. You can tell me a reasonable price."
Walking to the wooden table in the corner, a young waiter in his early twenties put on white gloves and spoke calmly, looking expectant.
The young man carefully put down his backpack, opened the zipper, and took out a twenty centimeter-tall black glazed incense burner.
The clerk leaned over to inspect and raised the magnifying glass.
He touched it left and right, and after a long while, he said hesitantly: "Looking at the shape, it should be from the Song Dynasty."
"The incense burners in the Song Dynasty can be roughly divided into two types, one is closed type with a cover, and the other is open type without a cover."
"The closed type is called an incense burner, and the open type is called an incense burner."
"Your statue has a lid, and the furnace lid is in the shape of a lotus..."
Before the guy finished speaking, the young man interrupted: "I only care about how much it's worth."
"If you are satisfied with the price, the item belongs to you."
"If you want it sincerely, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little loss."
The waiter apologized: "Brother, to be honest, I can tell that this thing is from the Song Dynasty, but I can't tell whether it is genuine or fake."
"In this case, you go and sit on the sofa, and I will serve you a pot of tea. You can drink it first."
"I'll call the boss and let him personally identify it."
The young man simply said: "Okay, how long will it take?"
The waiter took off his white gloves and said, "Ten minutes at most."
After saying that, he took out his cell phone and left in a hurry.
The young man leaned on the sofa comfortably, closed his eyes and rested, yawning continuously.
After a while, the waiter brought tea and stood aside and said: "The boss will be here soon."
The young man said with satisfaction: "If it is genuine, is it worth one million?"
The clerk asked, "Didn't you check the information online before coming here?"
The young man confessed: "I looked it up, it's all messy and confusing, I just didn't understand it."
The guy was so happy that he couldn't help laughing and said: "Seven or eight hundred thousand is always worth it."
The two of them chatted here and there, drank half a cup of tea, and Jiang Yuezhong, who was wearing a green robe, arrived late.
He held a cigarette in his hand, picked up the incense burner and played with it for a while. Then he sat down across from the young man and said bluntly: "I have seen the thing. It is genuine. How much do you want to sell it for?"
The latter raised two fingers and smiled playfully.
Jiang Yuezhong shook his head and said clearly: "It's not worth it. There are cracks in the furnace lid and the glaze color at the bottom edge is not transparent enough. The maximum price is 900,000."
The young man stood up immediately and said with a stern expression: "I just want to tell you that it can only be three things."
"You shouldn't go to Taoshan Village, and you have no right to touch the people of the old Su family."
"If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."
The expression of the old Taoist priest who was vomiting clouds and fog suddenly changed, and he screamed in horror: "Su, Su Xinglan?"
The young man did not admit or refute, he took the tea from the air and popped it out with one finger.
Jiang Yuezhong ducked sideways without hesitation, and three yellow talismans burned in his chest, the fire bright.
The young man ridiculed: "Last time, I fell halfway. How much do you want to fall this time?"
While he was speaking, he gently stepped out with his right foot that was standing on the spot.
