"Hey, little brother, what you said is wrong. This is a genuine good thing. Just come over and take a look. It doesn't cost anything. If you like it, I'll give it to you cheaper.
Son."
Sure enough, after some persuasion from the stall owner, Zhang Yu showed a slightly moved expression on his face.
Seeing this, the stall owner hurriedly increased his tactics: "If nothing else, I just like to make friends.
In order to make friends with my little brother, I am going to suffer a loss today, so you can choose whatever I have at the stall, a five-pound food stamp."
After the stall owner finished speaking, he made a distressed look: "I just want to make friends with you because of my close eye, little brother. Otherwise, if it were someone else, I would never be able to change the ancestral heritage because of this little thing."
What comes down is sold.”
As if he couldn't save face, Zhang Yu hesitated for a while, then said: "Then... let me take a look."
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly added: "If I don't like it, I won't buy it."
Seeing that Zhang Yu had taken the bait, the stall owner's face became even more happy, and he hurriedly replied: "Of course, I'm not the kind of person who buys and sells by force, just watch."
As he said that, he picked up a piece of bronze and showed it to Zhang Yu: "What do you think of this? This is handed down from my ancestors, a bronze from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. I wouldn't even let the average person look at it, that is, today
Little brother, I am willing to take it out because you are here."
As he spoke, he made a look of shame and lamented: "Well, speaking of it, we, the descendants, have lost the face of our ancestors. In order to find a way to survive, we even have to sell the things passed down by our ancestors. There is no way.
In order to survive in this world, I have no choice but to do this. I just hope that our ancestors will not blame us unfilial descendants..."
Seeing him chanting and beating, Zhang Yu could hardly maintain his expression as his words became more and more outrageous.
Good guy, I am planning to use him as a fool.
Zhang Yu was secretly amused in his heart, but maintained a serious expression on the surface, watching the stall owner playing tricks. After hearing the other party say that the things belonged to Shang and Zhou, Zhang Yu couldn't help laughing out loud: "It's from Shang and Zhou."
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The stall owner was very thick-skinned. As if he didn't notice Zhang Yu's sarcasm, he still explained to himself: "This is definitely something from Shang and Zhou Dynasties. It is not adulterated at all. Don't look at me."
I'm down and out now, but my ancestors produced great figures, and the collection of things is something that ordinary people can't see. You see, that one is from the Han Dynasty, and this one is the famous Tang Sancai from the Tang Dynasty."
As soon as these words came out, the corners of Zhang Yu's mouth couldn't help but twitch. This was no longer fooling him into thinking he was a raw melon, but fooling him into thinking he was a fool.
Since the other party was going to deceive him, Zhang Yu was not polite and mocked directly: "Return the things from Shang Zhou, I think they are from last week."
As soon as this famous joke came out, the stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then he threw the bronze object into the corner very unnaturally and coughed twice awkwardly. This little brother was really right, this thing was
He just bought it from the young apprentice of the "Sixth Master". It was the work of the young apprentice.
"This... how is this possible? These are all things passed down from my ancestors." The stall owner gritted his teeth, and he would never admit that his things were fake.
Then in Zhang Yu's half-smiling eyes, he took out the chicken cup again: "How about you take a look at this? This is the Ming Chenghua Doucai chicken cup. You know, Emperor Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty, this is his
Royal wine cup."
Seeing the other party take out the chicken cup, Zhang Yu's eyelids twitched and he tried hard to control himself from showing excitement.
Zhang Yu casually picked up the chicken cup from the ground, looked at it casually, and said with suspicion: "Is it real or fake? Don't fool me, I have learned these things. If you buy a fake one,
I'm here to find you."
"Of course... I can't deceive you. What's our relationship? How could I deceive you?" Seeing Zhang Yu's interest, the stall owner was so excited that he almost said what he really meant. Fortunately, he was smart, and the words fell on his lips.
He covered up the past.
Seeing that Zhang Yu, under his own deception, took out the last two 5 city food stamps and bought the chicken cup, he beamed with joy.
As for Zhang Yu coming to see him, the stall owner didn't take it to heart at all. Who knows if he will come to this black market again next time.
Even if he comes again, the other party may not be able to meet him.
What's more, there is a saying in the antique industry, "You will not be able to return or exchange an item once it has been purchased."
As long as he leaves his stall today, this matter will be none of his business.
Whether he suffers a loss or makes a mistake, he has to bear it himself.
The stall owner felt proud when he thought of the word picking up leaks.
It is absolutely impossible to pick up leaks. If you want to pick up leaks from his stall, you will never be able to do so in this life.
He was calculating in his mind how much money he had earned this time. At the same time, he was calculating whether he could get more money from Zhang Yu.
The stall owner was very happy at this time. The old neighbor lady who asked him to sell jade pendants only wanted 30 kilograms of grain. He accepted Zhang Yu's 40 kilograms of grain stamps, making a net profit of ten kilograms of fine grain every time.
Speaking of this, the stall owner couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Yu in his heart for being a fool. Who would be willing to use food stamps to buy things at this time? You must know that on the black market, one pound of food stamps in Jing City are three yuan, and one pound of food stamps are valid nationwide.
Food stamps cost four yuan, and a pound of flour stamps can fetch as much as five yuan on the black market.
Although what this boy gave me was only Beijing city food stamps, one kilogram could be exchanged for three yuan, which meant that I had gained forty or fifty yuan from him, the culprit.
Not to mention that food stamps are now priced but not coupons. If you really want to exchange them, you can get them at a higher price.
My trip to the black market today was worth it.
The stall owner was secretly happy and lamented that he was far-sighted.
Although there is a shortage of food at this time, not everyone is in need. There are still some people who have food in their hands.
Food is very important, and most people who come to the black market now come here to get food.
But no one doesn't like these antiques.
Many people with a long-term perspective know that these things will not be damaged if they are collected. Those who have some surplus food at home will take advantage of this time to collect more things, thinking about when they will be valuable, and then sell them, or use them as heirlooms for their families.
also.
"Gold and silver in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times." This sentence is never just a saying, and there is not only one person with discernment, so although the selling price at this time is low, it is not shockingly low.
Especially gold and other value-preserving items.
Of course, under normal circumstances, he does not sell gold or the like.
