The migrant worker's doubts began to loosen, and he began to waver under the boss's half-truths. He thought deeply for a while, then stretched out two fingers and said: "Two hundred, I'll give you two hundred, how about it?"
"Hey, I mean brother..." the owner of the antique shop said with a heartbroken look: "In this case, one hundred and fifty..."
After some haggling, the deal was finally settled for 170 yuan.
At this time, Ye Haoxuan looked stunned. Through the painting, a burst of light cyan breath slowly flowed out from the painting, and the cyan breath revealed an ancient aura.
"There are layers in this painting," a thought flashed through his mind.
If this painting was really a fake, it would definitely not have such an ancient aura. It should be said that there is something else going on in this painting.
At this time, the transaction between the two parties was successful. The migrant workers walked away happily with the more than 100 yuan they had just received. The owner of the antique shop behind him showed a look of disdain and said "bumpkin..."
Although this painting is a copy, it has at least some collectible value and can be worth at least several thousand yuan. If you meet a bumpkin who doesn't know the art, it might even be sold for a sky-high price.
In the world of antiques, there is no such thing as fakes. Selling a fake can only mean that you are unlucky and that you have made a mistake. Therefore, the depth of the water is self-evident.
The owner of the antique shop unfolded the painting, hung it on the other side, and started busy with his business.
At this time, there were gradually more and more people in the antique store. Ye Haoxuan pretended to wander around the store casually, walked to the front of the ancient painting, and then looked at it with interest.
Ye Haoxuan was just aside when the transaction was made. The owner of the antique shop had a sharp eye and could tell at a glance that Ye Haoxuan had the intention of buying the painting.
The owner of the antique shop immediately said enthusiastically: "My little brother also knows calligraphy and painting. Tsk tsk, I really can't believe that he has such a hobby at such a young age. Hey, my ignorant son is as old as you. He spends all day doing it.
I only know how to pick up girls and don’t do my job properly. I wish I could be half as capable as you..."
The owner of the antique shop is well versed in the way of business. The success of the business depends on one mouth. Maybe he will praise the genius in front of him so much that the business will be successful.
Ye Haoxuan ignored the shop owner's gorgeous words and just said casually: "Boss, are you interested in transferring this painting?"
The owner of the antique shop clapped his hands and said: "My little brother really has extraordinary vision. This painting is an authentic work by Gu Kaizhi..."
Ye Haoxuan glanced at the owner of the antique shop jokingly, and then sneered: "Boss, this is not the right way to do business. You are bullying me for being young and ignorant, right..."
Just now, Ye Haoxuan was on the side, and he seemed to be extremely shrewd. The owner of the antique shop knew that Ye Haoxuan had no idea at all.
He could only sigh and said: "Okay, I saw at first sight that I was destined to be my little brother, so I will confess to you sincerely, and we will be friends from now on. Although this painting was copied by later generations, it itself has a certain
It’s collectible, like this…”
The antique shop owner held out five fingers.
Ye Haoxuan's eyelids twitched. He didn't think the antique shop owner was talking about five hundred yuan. Looking at the driving style, it was at least five thousand...
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Haoxuan's mouth. He shook his head and said, "The boss is not very kind in doing business. How about we make some profits and make friends?"
Ye Haoxuan stretched out five fingers as he spoke, but his palms were facing inward...
The owner of the antique shop was startled. He knew that Ye Haoxuan's slap was referring to five hundred yuan. He couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, your bargaining is too harsh, no, no... I will lose everything...
"While talking, he shook his head.
Ye Haoxuan said: "Then the boss will tell you a real price."
The antique shop owner held out three fingers...
Ye Haoxuan sighed: "How about cutting it in half? To be honest, I don't like this painting. It's just that the elders in the family like to collect some calligraphy and paintings. As a junior, I want to buy some to show my filial piety..."
The owner of the antique shop gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, you see, I have such a big store and have so many employees. Our line of work may look glamorous on the surface, but in fact it is very stressful. If we add a thousand... it really won't work if we add one thousand..."
…”
After looking at the price, Ye Haoxuan nodded and said, "Deal."
The owner of the antique shop smiled broadly, took down the painting, and then went to the counter with Ye Haoxuan to pay.
Ye Haoxuan actually only has a little more than 2,500 yuan on his body. This is what he saves through frugality on weekdays, but now he is running out of ammunition and food.
After opening the receipt, the store owner smiled and said: "Little brother, if you need anything next time, remember to patronize..."
Ye Haoxuan nodded.
At this moment, a voice sounded behind Ye Haoxuan: "Hey, Gu Kaizhi's landscape paintings?"
Ye Haoxuan turned around and saw a middle-aged man looking curiously at the painting in Ye Haoxuan's hand.
As soon as Ye Haoxuan turned around, the middle-aged man immediately smiled and nodded to Ye Haoxuan: "Little brother, can you let me see this painting?"
Ye Haoxuan nodded with a smile and gave the painting to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man took it, looked at it carefully, and then sighed: "It turns out to be a copy."
The middle-aged man closed the painting and said: "Little brother, although this painting is a copy, its painter's style is very close to that of Gu Kaizhi, and it has a certain value in itself. I wonder if my little brother is interested in parting with it?"
Before Ye Hao
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "Twenty thousand yuan, what do you think, little brother?"
"Twenty thousand?" The store owner's hand shook and he immediately regretted it.
There is a saying in the antique industry that if it does not open for three years, it will last for three years after opening. Although the antique shop is large, the antique business has not been easy to do in recent years. This boss is very calculated and can earn thirty or forty thousand yuan in one year. But in front of him
He paid more than 100 yuan for this ancient painting. If he sold it to this middle-aged man, it would be almost half of his monthly income.
He secretly regretted it, damn, I made a miscalculation today.
Unexpectedly, Ye Haoxuan shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't want to sell it."
The owner of the antique shop breathed a sigh of relief. It would have been more uncomfortable than killing him to see Ye Haoxuan selling more than two thousand items from him for nearly ten times in the blink of an eye.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said, "Little brother, I really like this painting. So, after adding 20,000 yuan, the price is already much higher than the market price."
The antique shop owner's head buzzed and he almost slapped himself. The middle-aged man in front of him looked like he was not short of money. If he had come earlier, he might have sold this painting for 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.
possible.
"This..." Ye Haoxuan was obviously hesitant.
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