Yun Caixi's eyes flashed, gossip was the most interesting, she must go and join in the fun!
Seeing her like this, Lin Xiao shook his head helplessly, so gossip is a woman's nature!
No matter if this person is a city woman or a wealthy lady.
The four of them followed the crowd and saw an old man in his fifties or sixties sitting on the ground crying in a crowded stall, while the young man sitting in front of the stall had a frown on his face.
stubborn.
"Uncle, let me ask you, what happened here? Why is this old man sitting here crying?"
Yun Caixi relied on her youth and sweetness to find an uncle to ask about the situation.
The uncle was enjoying watching the fun, but when someone interrupted him, he gave me an annoying look.
Seeing that the person who disturbed him was a beautiful woman, he quickly showed a smile and said: "What are you talking about? Alas, this old man had a family heirloom, which was said to be some kind of ancient painting, but it was given to him by the stall owner, his son.
sold!"
"The key is that the old man said that this family heirloom was real and worth millions or tens of millions, but the stall owner thought it was fake and only sold it for a few thousand yuan. No, the old man is crying here!"
"Um......"
Lin Xiao heard it and realized that it turned out to be a betrayal for Tian, who didn't feel bad!
But it's hard to talk about this. After all, the money and goods are gone, and there's no reason to get it back.
I just guess that this old man will be mad at his son. No matter whether this ancient painting is real or fake, it is a family heirloom after all!
It will be passed down until desperate situation, and will not be sold easily.
The key is that it was only sold for a few thousand yuan. No wonder the old man cried so miserably.
After hearing the gossip, Lin Xiao and Yun Caixi both shook their heads. It's hard to talk about this matter. Antiques trading inherently emphasizes the separation of goods. They are not responsible for the payment of money and goods, and do not give each other credit.
Now that the thing has been sold, it's a foregone conclusion.
The two were about to leave, but unexpectedly things turned around again. A young man with dyed yellow hair ran over happily with a few younger brothers.
Huang Mao threw a scroll-like thing on the ground and cursed at the young stall owner: "I bought your stuff because I think highly of you, but who knows, you actually sold me fakes! I returned this painting.
I’ll give you your money back!”
Why?
Lin Xiao and Yun Caixi, who had just turned around, turned back and continued to watch the fun.
The old man rushed forward and picked up the ancient painting. Lin Xiao saw it at a glance. The ancient painting was a landscape painting.
It was okay, it just passed by in a flash, and Lin Xiao didn't see the signature, but Lin Xiao felt that the painting looked real.
The young stall owner obviously had never seen the transaction completed and was still coming back to cause trouble. He stood up and said loudly: "My painting has been sold to you. It was you who wanted to buy it in the first place!"
"It's just something worth a few thousand dollars. Who can guarantee that it's true or false? Now you still want to come back and trouble me. Alas, you said you were my brother before. Isn't this a bit too much?"
The yellow-haired gangster sneered, "I bought it thinking it was real, but now it's fake. What's the point of buying it back? I'll get my money back!"
This yellow-haired operation immediately made people around them point their fingers. Buying antique books is a test of eyesight. If you look at it, you can only blame yourself. Where can I return something and get a refund?
Huang Mao seemed to have broken the rules of this industry, and everyone around him looked down upon him.