Huo Dalong didn't dare to cause trouble, especially in a place where everything was valuable. Standing behind Zhou Zichen and Wang Ziqi, no matter how unwilling or convinced he was, he didn't dare to say a word.
Wang Ziqi, however, had a bad temper. Zhang Hao slandered her as a thief and almost jumped up: "When a dog is crazy, it bites everyone? Let me tell you, even if you open a store, the things you give me will be dirty."
Zhang Hao almost started scolding Wang Ziqi, but there were so many people watching around him. He wanted to maintain his image as a young boss, so he could only hold back his anger, turned around and wanted to leave.
Zhou Zichen saw Zhang Hao's appearance and hurriedly stopped him with a smile: "Master Zhang, how can I buy this purple clay pot?"
Zhang Hao was so angry that Zhou Zichen was treating him like a waiter. Although he called him Mr. Zhang, in Zhang Hao's ears, these two words sounded more like sarcasm when they came out of Zhou Zichen's mouth.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath, turned around and said, "One hundred thousand, no counter-offer!"
Zhou Zichen looked at the purple clay pot. He had been looking at this pot for a long time. Because this pot was placed on the outside, Zhou Zichen also figured out the way around it. The rows outside were basically some relatively cheap items. Some
They are even made in modern times, so the price is generally between a few thousand and a few tens of thousands, not even 50,000.
When Wang Ziqi heard the price, he originally planned not to say anything, but couldn't help it anymore: "This broken pot costs 100,000? You can get the money faster by grabbing it."
Zhang Hao looked at Wang Ziqi with contempt: "This is handmade by a famous artist. If you want a hundred thousand love, don't get out."
Zhou Zichen smiled: "Okay, then I'll take it!"
Not only Zhang Hao, but also the people around him were surprised. Everyone knew that the outermost batch was all ordinary goods and could not be sold for tens of thousands.
Zhang Hao didn't expect Zhou Zichen to ask for it, but the real price of this purple clay pot was only three thousand yuan. He deliberately refused to sell it to Zhou Zichen, so he asked for one hundred thousand yuan.
Wang Ziqi quickly grabbed Zhou Zichen: "You also want one hundred thousand? You are obviously trying to trick us!"
Zhou Zichen gave Wang Ziqi a reassuring look: "Master Zhang, where can I pay?"
Although 100,000 is not much, Zhang Hao is happy to cheat Zhou Zichen, and he doesn't speak so rudely: "Just pay in front."
Zhou Zichen paid the money quickly, and Zhang Hao said proudly: "I didn't expect you have quite good taste."
The people on the side also began to sigh: "Young man, I just asked about that pot, it's only three thousand."
Before Zhou Zichen opened his mouth, Zhang Hao had already said: "In the antique business, it depends on your eyesight, and we will not return any items."
Someone nearby had long wanted to persuade Zhou Zichen, but people in the antique business knew the rules. No matter whether they were losing or making money, they were not allowed to speak, otherwise they would have broken the rules.
People around him only said that Zhou Zichen was at a loss, and did not say that Zhang Hao was wrong. This is how antiques are, and everyone will pay some tuition fees.
In fact, Zhou Zichen thought it was a new object at first and didn't pay much attention to it. However, he temporarily turned on his eyesight and found that most of the other objects in the row were glowing white, and a few of them had a yellowish tinge.
Lights are just ordinary objects, only a few of them cost tens of millions.
But the purple clay teapot with its yellow light is unusual. There are not many genuine purple clay teapots, especially Yixing purple clay teapots. Even the purple clay teapots handmade by modern masters are worth a lot of money. If they were made by masters in the Ming and Qing Dynasties,
Tens of millions are possible.
Even before asking for the price, Zhou Zichen was already confident that even if Zhang Hao raised the price, he would not be able to reach the true price of this purple clay teapot.
At this time, the waiter came over with the box and prepared to pack it for Zhou Zichen.
Zhou Zichen waved his hand and signaled the waiter to refill it later. He picked up the purple clay pot and said, "The real purple clay pot originated during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty and was created by Master Gongchun."
"There are many masters of purple clay teapots, both in ancient times and today. If you look at the luster on the outside, you can clearly see the coating. You have to wait for the light and look closely to see it. The light is too strong.
But it’s not that obvious.”
Zhou Zichen said and put the purple clay pot on the shelf, and everyone gathered around to watch. At first, no one could see it. Under Zhou Zichen's guidance, many people exclaimed: "It's really patinated, this is an old object.
ah!"
As long as the purple clay teapot is an old object, its value is not low. Even if it is made by a famous person in the world, its value is not low.
Zhang Hao's face has begun to change from being proud at first to ugly. If it is really an ancient object, then this will be a big loss.
Zhou Zichen waited for everyone to see the difference, and continued to explain: "The sand-making method was created by Master Shi Dashan, probably from Wanli to Kangxi years. Everyone looks at the color of this pot, which is reddish brown. This is the reason why tea is often brewed.
, if it is a new object, it cannot be like this, it should be reddish brown."
Zhou Zichen opened the lid of the pot and everyone looked at it carefully. The color was easy to distinguish, and it was true.
"There is no doubt that this is an antique. Even if it does not belong to a famous person, it is still a loss."
"Yeah, I originally thought that everything in this antique city was spotted by experts, but I didn't expect that something was wrong."
Everyone was talking a lot, and some people had already begun to bid: "Young man, I like this pot, how about giving it five hundred thousand to me?"
"This changed hands for 400,000 yuan. Yes, my small company needs to do a few business deals to earn 400,000 yuan!"
"Boss Liu, don't be polite. Your company's monthly turnover is estimated to be hundreds of millions, so you don't have to worry about orders."
But Zhou Zichen shook his head and said to the bidder: "Boss, I haven't finished talking yet. I said before that the sand mixing method was created by Shi Dashan, and Shi Dashan's works usually have inscriptions on them."
"Everyone, look at the inside of the lid of this pot. There is writing on it. It is written with special red paint. You can't see it normally. You have to look at it sideways under the light to see it clearly."
As Zhou Zichen said this, he turned over the lid of the pot and asked everyone to look at it sideways. They saw that it read "Gengwu month, Gengshen day system in the twelfth year of Wanli" written on it.
Now everyone is crazy about this purple clay pot.
Even the account next to me turned pale. There are not many purple clay teapots made by famous artists still in existence.
As for official kiln porcelain, there are many official kilns manufacturing it and supplying it to the palace, with output every year.
But no matter how good these famous artists are, they can't make many. Especially the purple clay teapot is still a fragile item, and even fewer can be preserved. Now there are only fifteen or sixteen pieces left in the world, and there are still five of them.
The piece is a modern archaeological discovery and it is impossible for it to be leaked out.
"Young man, are you ready to use this purple clay pot?" an old man asked.
Zhou Zichen smiled and nodded: "Old sir, if you like it, you can make an offer and I will let you go."
The old man looked at the purple clay pot, full of joy: "You just said a lot, and it is indeed reasonable, but can you let me pass it by?"
"Of course it's no problem." Zhou Zichen said and put the lid of the purple clay pot back.
After reading it, the old man nodded repeatedly: "I think this pot is real. At this price, can you afford it?"
The old man said and raised a finger.
Those who are not knowledgeable think it is one million, but those who are knowledgeable know that it is ten million.
Zhang Hao has been in this industry for a long time. Although he can't be sure, he still understands the market. When he saw the old man raising a finger, he was so angry that he almost wanted to smash something.
People around sighed. Antiques are not gambling on stones. Everyone can bid on stones. If the antiques are not at the auction, everyone will abide by the rules and ask questions one by one. If the previous one fails, the next one will come up to talk.
The price of 10 million was quite fair, so Zhou Zichen agreed immediately.
The old man asked for Zhou Zichen's account number. When he made the next call, Zhou Zichen quickly received the bank information. He turned to look at the waiter who had been stunned for a long time. The things Zhou Zichen bought for RMB 100,000 had not yet been packed into boxes and had changed hands.
It's only sold for 10 million, how can he not stay?
"Please help the old gentleman pretend!" Zhou Zichen said to the waiter.
Only then did the waiter react and quickly went to fill the purple clay pot.
Zhang Hao looked at all this over and over again, his expression getting uglier and uglier. Ten million worth of items were bought like this, and he yelled at the waiter behind him: "Who appraised that item? Tell him to get out."
The waiter was only responsible for selling things, so how could he know this? He said solemnly: "Young master, you sent this, and we don't know who authenticated it!"
Wang Ziqi disliked people like Zhang Hao the most, and deliberately said in a strange tone: "Some people, they are mistaken, and they want to blame others? Ten million, just slipped away from your hands, you tell me
, what does that feel like? Normally, if one million is lost, I feel heartbroken for a long time, but if ten million is gone like this, I feel heartbroken to death!"
Zhang Hao's teeth were clenched and the muscles on his face were tense. Looking at him like that, it seemed that he might take action at any time. The waiter on the side dared to try to persuade him. Isn't that just asking for trouble?
Zhou Zichen looked at Zhang Hao with a smile. If Zhang Hao dared to take action, he wouldn't mind adding some ingredients to him, making it impossible for him to open the entire store.
After a while, Zhang Hao snorted heavily: "Zhou Zichen, I remember, don't let me find a chance, I will kill you if I get a chance."
After saying that, Zhang Hao turned around and left. After all, he still had some sense and knew that he couldn't do anything.
Zhou Zichen was about to turn around when he saw Huo Dalong actually starting to hand out flyers, bowing after handing out leaflets. He immediately became furious and strode up: "Stop handing out leaflets!"
Huo Dalong was stunned. He had just seen that Zhou Zichen had made a move of 100,000 yuan and received 10 million yuan in another hand. Now when Zhou Zichen was talking to him, he didn't dare to say a word.
When Zhou Zichen saw Huo Dalong like this, even though he was good-tempered, he felt like he was getting angry, and he also felt like he hated iron for not being able to become steel.
He likes Huo Dalong as before, they all go crazy together and run wild all over the world, but now Huo Dalong is like a mouse seeing a cat.
Zhou Zichen took a deep breath, said hello to the old man who bought the purple clay pot, pulled Huo Dalong, called Wang Ziqi, and walked out. When he passed the trash can, he threw all the flyers into the trash can.
He walked quickly out of the antique city and arrived at the parking lot. There were not many people in the parking lot. Zhou Zichen shook off Huo Dalong's hand and shouted at Huo Dalong: "Who do you think I am?"
Huo Dalong lowered his head and said nothing.
Zhou Zichen yelled and asked: "Are they brothers who grew up together in an orphanage and were helpless, or are they rich people who have not seen each other for a few years and have become prosperous?"
Huo Dalong still didn't speak.
Seeing this, Wang Ziqi quickly came up and grabbed Zhou Zichen: "Don't be angry."
This is the first time Zhou Zichen has been so angry. Zhou Zichen feels that his eyes are already a little wet. This is not what he wants!
Seeing Huo Dalong not daring to come close to him, he felt panicked in his heart: "Speak! Do I dislike you? Do Ziqi dislike you? Why are you unwilling to approach us? Just because of your pride? In
In our hearts, no matter what we become, we are still Zhou Zichen in the orphanage, Wang Ziqi in the orphanage, and Huo Dalong in the orphanage."
Huo Dalong seemed to be angry after what he was told. He lowered his head and said, "I'm just handing out leaflets."
Zhou Zichen immediately responded: "I don't mind you handing out flyers. I don't let you hand out flyers inside because I'm afraid the security guards will cause trouble for you. You have a lot of self-esteem. When you were outside, I threw your flyers into the trash.
Bucket? I put him back in the bicycle. What I’m angry about is that you bowed to others, and what I’m angry about is that you don’t dare to talk to us or get close to us.”
Huo Dalong took two deep breaths and raised his head sharply, with tears still in his eyes. He pushed Zhou Zichen hard and shouted loudly: "I used to help you fight, and I could pick up garbage with you and sell it, but now you
Now that I have money, I can no longer help you. I have low self-esteem and I hate myself for not being able to behave like a human being!"
Normally, Huo Dalong would not be able to push Zhou Zichen this time, but this time Zhou Zichen was so excited that he was pushed back a few steps and immediately rushed up and kicked Huo Dalong in the chest: "You are still reasonable!