Xue Chen walked over, stood outside the crowd and took a few glances inside. He saw an old man and a young man who looked like a father and son, and they were arguing with the vendors setting up stalls.
"Ah, you are so unkind. You just saw that my son was young and easy to fool, so you sold this new imitation to my son. Isn't that right? Please refund the money quickly!" A man in his fifties also said
It was my father, shouting in a rough voice.
The young man on the side stood there with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
The vendor didn't look like he was easy to talk to. Although he was as thin as a stick, his voice was extremely high: "Hey, let me tell you, brother, we have to be reasonable in our lives. This cup is your son's.
I bought it on my own initiative, and I didn't force the purchase. I paid and delivered the goods. Now if you want to return the goods, I have to agree? Does this make sense? Besides, who knows whether you have swapped the package."
The young man in his twenties said hurriedly: "This is the cup you sold me. I didn't change it, I promise."
The stall owner snorted through his nose.
"Come and judge, look at the light on this Yongle blue and white hand cup. It's so dazzling that it's so fake. It can't be fake any more. They actually sold my son for eight thousand yuan. You don't mean to bully my son because he doesn't know how to do it."
Well, you have to have a good conscience. If it’s Qianbabai, I’ll admit it.” The father said with a pained look on his face.
The father and son are both locals, and most of the people around them are watching the excitement. Psychologically, they are all helping their parents but not taking care of them.
"That's right, the thief's light is so bright, even a fool would know it's a new imitation, and the anger hasn't subsided yet."
"Eight thousand yuan, you must be too dark-hearted. This is obviously a lie."
"If you want me to see it, just take a step back and refund 5,000 yuan, and you can make some money."
The stall owner was also an inexperienced person. He scratched his head and yelled: "Why, you want to bully people, I won't refund the money, what can you do to me?"
Xue Chen stood in the outer circle of the crowd and watched the excitement. Naturally, he also saw the Ming Yongle blue and white cup held by the father.
The hand cup is a style of cup. Why is it so named? It is because the cup can be placed just in the middle of the hand to support it. Moreover, the porcelain and glaze of the hand cup are relatively thick, and they are quite heavy.
a feeling of.
What the father was holding was indeed a hand cup. Just as the person said, the luster on it was very bright, and it looked like it had just come out of the kiln. At least it didn't look like it.
Something that has been passed down for hundreds of years.
"Um?"
Looking at the hand cup, Xue Chen's eyes flashed.
At this time, the father and son were still arguing with the stall owner. One party wanted to return the money, but the other party refused to return the money. The two sides were arguing and were about to engage in a full-on martial arts show.
The stall owner blushed with excitement and said loudly: "Now you think there is something wrong with it, and you come to me to refund the money. If it is true, why don't you have fun? I am asking you to refund the money, and you will definitely not be happy.
Why should I suffer?"
The stall owner's words left the father and son speechless. After all, in the antique market, it is quite normal to pay tuition by looking at someone. It is difficult even for the law to determine whether this behavior is fraud.
"There is no need for you to argue, because this cup is an old thing."
Just when the scene was quiet for a while, someone suddenly said something.
Naturally, both the stall owner, the father and his son, and the people watching the excitement all turned their heads and looked over.
The person who spoke was none other than Xue Chen.
When the stall owner saw someone speaking for him, he hurriedly echoed: "Did you hear what this little brother said? This cup is old. Don't disturb my business here. Leave immediately."
The father and son were not happy. The father glanced at Xue Chen and snorted coldly: "Don't think I'm a fool. You two have such similar accents. You are both from Yunzhou Province. You must be fellow villagers. You sing in harmony."
, what he said is true, it is true, I think you are just working together!"
"Hey, why are you scolding someone? Who are you saying is a complicit person?" the stall owner yelled angrily.
Xue Chen did not expect that this father would be so unreasonable. He just said one sentence and unjustly accused him and the stall owner of being in the same group and colluding with each other. Although he and the stall owner did have similar accents and they should be fellow villagers, they were both from the same country.
I don't know him personally at all.
"I have lived for more than 40 years and have never seen anything like this. You must be in the same group. Stop talking nonsense and refund your money quickly. Otherwise, this matter will never end today!"
After saying that, he looked at Xue Chen contemptuously.
"Boy, I guess you don't even know what a hand cup is, yet you come here to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf while cooling off, and you dare to say that this is real. If it is real, I will break it into pieces and eat it."
Xue Chen thought he was a person with a good temper, but when he saw that this person was not only unreasonable, but also spoke unpleasantly, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
As I said just now, the people around me were all helping the relatives but not taking care of them, and they all started making noises.
"The antiques business is so deep, why are you trying to get away with it?"
"If this hand cup is real, I'll dig my eyes out, haha."
"Don't dig yourself out, my eyes were almost blinded by the thief holding the hand cup. To say that he is old is really telling lies. Do you think we people in Pingyuan City are stupid?"
Someone else joked and said, "Hey, didn't you say this hand cup is old? It must be worth a lot of money. I think it's better for you to buy it with the money."
"Haha, good idea."
"You guys are so bad."
"Looks like he has nothing to say."
A group of people followed and started cheering.
Xue Chen was quite angry at first, but looking at his somewhat chaotic father and hearing the laughter of the people around him, he calmed down a bit.
"Okay, then I'll buy it."
The surrounding suddenly became much quieter.
Xue Chen pretended to put a hand into his pocket, took out a stack of money directly from the Jade Eye Space, walked over to his father who was quarreling with the stall owner, and handed it over.
"This is eight thousand yuan. I'll give you the money and give me the cup. What do you think?"
The father didn't seem to expect that Xue Chen would actually come up with the money. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He also started to wonder, was there really something missing from this cup?
But at this moment, the onlookers began to cheer again.
"Hurry up and take the money and give him the things, otherwise he will regret it."
"He's just pretending, bluffing, give him the cup."
"Eight thousand yuan? I think it's worth eighty yuan at most!"
Under the urging of a group of people, the father didn't think any more. He first took the 8,000 yuan from Xue Chen's hand, and then stuffed the hand cup into Xue Chen's hand.
At this time, five or six people came out of Tianyige Antique City and walked slowly on the street, as if they were inspecting an exchange meeting, which was indeed the case.
The leader is the big boss of Tianyige Antique City, Wan Tianliang’s father Wan Shiming, who also serves as the president of Pingyuan City Antiques Association. He personally organized this antique exchange meeting, which greatly promoted Pingyuan City.
The development of the antique market has also enhanced the reputation of Tianyige Antique City.
Following him were Wan Tianliang, Beijing TV host Wang Ke, and several others who were well-known in the antique circle of Pingyuan City, including big bosses of antique shops, big collectors, directors of associations, etc.
"Dad, the number of people coming to the exchange meeting this year is at least 30% more than last year, and there will be even more next year. The reputation of our Tianyige Antique City has also been established, and it will be much more convenient to develop in other cities in the future." Wan Tianliang
said.
Wan Shiming looked satisfied, nodded simply, and suddenly turned around and asked: "Tianliang, I heard something yesterday. You had a conflict with someone else. What was the situation? They said you were raped by a young man from out of town.
Education, or antique appraisal, is that right?”
"Uh..." Wan Tianliang's face suddenly turned ugly, and his expression was particularly embarrassing. He wanted to tear someone with a loud mouth to pieces, but there were five or six people present at the time, so it was difficult to figure out exactly who said it.
Out.
Seeing his son's expression, Wan Shiming knew that this matter was true. He raised his eyebrows, quite surprised. As a father, he knew his son's level and attainments in antiques very well. After all, he was the master of it.
He has been very proud of himself since he was a child.
Now that he suddenly heard that his son was being educated by a young man from out of town, he was naturally a little surprised. But in front of outsiders, it was hard to ask too clearly, as it would embarrass his son.
At this time, the noise in the distance was heard, and a large group of people were seen gathered around, making a lot of noise.
Wan Shiming frowned and said to a subordinate who was following him: "Xiao Zhao, go and see what happened. Don't let those people affect the normal order of the exchange meeting."
Xiao Zhao agreed, ran over in a hurry, stood outside the crowd, and saw two people inside the crowd paying money and delivering goods. After asking the passers-by about the situation, he hurried back to report it.
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"Mr. Wan, what happened is this. A young man spent 8,000 yuan to buy a blue and white hand cup from Ming Dynasty and Yongle. But his father thought he had been cheated, so he came over and had a dispute with the stall owner, and almost got into a fight.
Get up...another young man bought it for eight thousand...the matter is over and people will disperse soon."
"Oh, that's right." Wan Shiming nodded.
"Ming Yongle Blue and White Pressed Hand Cup, haha." Wan Tianliang couldn't help laughing, with a playful look on his face, "Dad, I didn't expect that there would be treasures at our exchange meeting."
Wan Shiming also smiled lightly, naturally realizing that his son's words were a joke.
Wan Tianliang had a smile on his face, and his gloomy mood gradually improved. He looked up at the direction where the crowd was gathering, and saw that the crowd had dispersed, and a familiar figure came into his eyes.
Suddenly seeing Xue Chen again, Wan Tian's conscience felt displeased for a while, but then he thought of something and his heart skipped a beat. (To be continued)