Mengyu looked nervously at Mr. Wu. Did she like it? I wonder if he has the money to buy it? How much would he pay for it?
What should I do if the other party offers me a low price?
She looked at the two big men behind Mr. Wu. If the price offered by the other party was not much lower, she would sell. If the price was too low, she would be appropriately tough.
Mr. Wu asked Cheng Jiuhe again: "Brother, how do you plan to sell this bronze sword?"
Cheng Jiuhe looked at Mengyu, who stretched out a hand. Chengjiuhe said: "Fifty to fifty thousand!"
Mengyu looked at Cheng Jiuhe with wide eyes. What she wanted to say was five thousand.
She remembered that when she went out with Jiang Huaiyu in later generations, she had seen this kind of bronze sword being auctioned for less than one million.
"Fifty thousand? Isn't it too expensive?"
Da Tong did not expect that the father and daughter would shout such a high price.
The stall owner who wanted rice and fruits just now came over and laughed: "His products are extremely expensive. I just wanted to buy one of their fruits, and this girl actually offered a price of one thousand and fifty-one."
Hey, tell me, are there any fruits that sell for one thousand and five pieces in this world?"
Mengyu rolled her eyes at him, walked out from behind Cheng Jiuhe, and said to Mr. Wu: "My bronze sword is completely preserved. It has been buried underground for more than two thousand years. It has no rust at all and is extremely sharp.
If you don’t believe it, you can try it with some paper, and I’m sure it can penetrate more than ten or twenty sheets. My father’s price is 50,000, which is too little. In fact, I mean it’s worth at least 500,000!”
Five hundred thousand? She really dared to shout!
"Oh, really?"
Mr. Wu was immediately excited. He only knew that the Yue King Goujian's sword unearthed from Tomb No. 1 in Wangshan, Jiangling, Hubei in 1965 was so sharp. If this sword was really that good, this girl's asking price of 500,000 yuan was really not worth it.
high.
"Bring me some paper!" Mr. Wu said.
Mengyu felt a little guilty, she just said casually, who knew that this old man would actually try.
Isn't this kind of bronze sword just for its historical research value? You actually want to see how sharp it is?
Someone brought a stack of paper, and Mr. Wu personally picked up the bronze sword and pulled it out.
As soon as the sword was unsheathed, a cold light flashed. When Mr. Wu saw it, he shouted, "What a sword!"
He pierced the pile of paper with his sword, and then with one stroke, more than twenty layers of paper were cut open.
This situation even surprised Mengyu. Is this really a bronze sword?
Cheng Jiuhe was even more surprised. This bronze sword was so sharp? He regretted it. This sword could not be sold!
Xiaotao's voice sounded in Mengyu's heart: "Master, this is a low-grade magic weapon."
Mengyu was shocked: What, a low-grade magic weapon?
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Xiao Tao was depressed: "Master, I thought you knew. I can't bear to absorb the essence of the sun and moon on this sword. Who knew you chose it to sell?"
"This" Mengyu was depressed. This was a magic weapon, and she actually took it out and sold it like this.
"Are there any magic weapons among those antiques?"
"No more, Master." Xiao Tao said, "But Master, you don't have to regret it. There are many such magical weapons in this artifact pavilion. Master can exchange them for them by spending some points."
"How many points is a magic weapon worth?"
"Uh, it's ten o'clock"
"Ten points of essence, it's not expensive." Mengyu said.
No, one point of learning value is equivalent to fifteen thousand, one point of essence value can be exchanged for one hundred points of learning value, which is equivalent to one and a half million, and ten points of essence value is equivalent to fifteen million!
Oh my god, is she holding a magic weapon worth fifteen million and selling it for fifty thousand?