Hearing this voice, Ye Chen frowned and raised his head to look for the voice.
I saw a young man wearing a white linen Tang suit, black cloth shoes, and all kinds of bracelets striding towards this side.
Although it was broad daylight, he was wearing a pair of antique gold-rimmed glasses. The lenses were two round black glass pieces. They were the kind of "civilized glasses" that young people in the late Qing Dynasty especially liked to wear.
There were four or five bodyguards behind the young man. Compared to his arty appearance, these bodyguards were much more vicious. People around him quickly got out of the way to avoid getting into trouble.
"Hey, it turns out to be Mr. Qin!"
As soon as the boss saw the young man, he immediately beamed and flattering words came out of his mouth like running water: "Young Master Qin, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming today so that I could go to the street to greet you?"
"Okay, don't talk nonsense. I just want to take a look today." The young man waved his hand impatiently.
He strode forward, took a look at the stone in Ye Chen's hand, raised his head and asked the boss: "Zhang Ermao, put this stone up for me! There is a paperweight stone on my dad's desk. It's just right to use it."
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"This" the mung bean-eyed boss smiled dryly, looked at Ye Chen with a troubled expression, and said flatteringly: "Young Master Qin, what a coincidence! The stone has already been bought by this brother! In fact, this stone is nothing special.
It's useless except for pressing paper. I specially left better goods for you. What's so good about those worthless stones? Only top-notch goods are worthy of your status."
Only then did Ye Chen find out that the boss's name was Zhang Ermao, and he seemed to know the young man.
However, he was also amazed by Zhang Ermao's skill in talking.
It's true that people talk about people when they see them, and they talk about ghosts when they see ghosts.
Zhang Ermao quickly took out the hardened plastic jade horse, foaming at the mouth: "Young Master Qin, this is the beloved object of the former imperial concubine. Look at this jade, it is crystal clear. A good jade is destined to be a good match. I won't say more.
For the sake of Mr. Qin, the price of the chicken cup is the same as the price you paid for it yesterday, so you can take it away with 9,000 yuan!"
Xiao Changkun was speechless after hearing this. He bought the same fake chicken cup for 300 yuan and got an advantage. Unexpectedly, Mr. Qin actually spent 9,000 yuan!
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here!" Mr. Qin got impatient and kicked Zhang Ermao to the side, and said arrogantly: "I'm attracted to this stone. Give it to me and I'll give it to you."
Twenty thousand!”
When Zhang Ermao heard that it was 20,000, his heart suddenly became hot. He turned to Ye Chen and said, "Brother, how about you give it to Young Master Qin?"
Ye Chen frowned and said coldly: "This is what I bought. I don't want to transfer it to others."
"Who asked you to transfer it? You didn't even pay for it. Whoever pays for it will buy it!" Mr. Qin said impatiently, then took out a wallet from his arms, took a bunch of red banknotes and threw it at Zhang Ermao's face.
"There's no need to look for the twenty thousand yuan, I'll take it."
Zhang Ermao's eyes lit up, he quickly took the red banknote in his hand, and smiled apologetically at Ye Chen: "Brother, I also have an inkstone paperweight of Emperor Kangxi. It's better to keep it than this one."
Ye Chen smiled and said: "Zhang Ermao, you don't need me to break those things, right? I bought this paperweight first, and I have no interest in giving it to others."
Seeing that Ye Chen didn't let go, Zhang Ermao couldn't do anything.
After all, according to the rules of antique trading, it is first-come-first-served. If he breaks the rules, he will not be able to hang out in this antique street once the news spreads.
Zhang Ermao had no choice but to turn around, nod and bow down and said to Mr. Qin: "Young Master Qin, this paperweight is indeed not a good thing. I have better things at home."
Before he could finish his words, Qin Shao fiercely kicked him on the waist and scolded him: "Are you brave? I have bought several gadgets from you, and now you are helping a poor guy with your elbows turned out.
say?"
Zhang Ermao was kicked until he sat on the ground, clutching his waist and groaning, complaining: "Young Master Qin, if he doesn't give it to me, there's nothing I can do."
As he spoke, he winked at Ye Chen, trying to get him to let the stone out.
Just by looking at Ye Chen's clothes and manners, we can tell that his family doesn't have much money, and he has no power or influence.
