He grabbed Wu Yong and said, "Boss, let's switch to another company."
But Wu Yong smiled and said: "No, look here."
Zhou Peng pointed at the old man: "But he already said that there are only fakes here."
Wu Yong blinked and said: "Fake goods are good, I just like fake goods."
He said this.
Zhou Peng said "oh" and suddenly realized.
That’s so!
Zhou Peng still clearly remembers the first time he met Wu Yong in an antique store.
Wu Yong discovered the original from a fake.
That incident still surprised him.
Look how determined Wu Yong is.
Could it be that he is repeating his old tricks and seeing traces of the original work in the fakes?
He immediately stopped talking.
Followed behind Wu Yong quietly.
Wu Yong pointed to a blue and white porcelain vase and said: "Boss, when was this porcelain vase imitated?"
The boss glanced at it and said: "It was imitated in the Republic of China, and the methods are crude."
Wu Yong asked again: "How much is the price?"
The boss said: "Ten thousand."
Wu Yong shook his head: "Fake products are so expensive, are there any cheaper ones?"
The boss pointed to the porcelain vase next to him and said: "The one on the right was also imitated in the Republic of China, but the method was more clumsy, eight thousand."
Wu Yong looked over.
Look up, down, left, and right for a while.
"Okay, it's a little worse than the one just now. But the price is cheap, so this is the one. Can the boss give me a discount? I sincerely want to buy it."
"One price, no counter-offers."
"Hey, why are you so rigid in your business?"
“This store has always been like this.”
"Okay, okay, eight thousand, just eight thousand, who makes me like it?"
Wu Yong "reluctantly" took out his bank card from his body.
"Swipe your card."
The boss then raised his head and glanced up.
Apparently he was surprised by Wu Yong's generosity.
Knowing full well that what he has here are all fakes.
And he was willing to pay for it happily.
Such people are indeed rare.
Without saying a word, he swiped the card, then took out the vase and wiped it: "Items sold in our store will not be returned once they leave the store. You have to think about it."
Wu Yong said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't come to you to change it. I'm afraid you will regret it."
The boss was puzzled: "What do I regret?"
Wu Yong and Zhou Peng smiled and said nothing.
I watched the boss clean the bottle.
Wu Yong picked him up and went out.
The boss watched them go out and muttered to himself: "Nervous..."
He collected that vase at Panjiayuan.
It costs two hundred dollars.
I originally planned to sell it for 2,000 yuan.
But he was in a bad mood today, so he shouted "eight thousand."
I never thought Wu Yong would actually buy it.
It made the boss feel like pie in the sky fell into the sky, and he felt much better.
I was about to hum a little tune, close the store door, and go outside to have a few sips of wine.
But Wu Yong was seen leaving and returning with the bottle in his arms.
"What? You want to return it? I just told you that once sold in our store, it will not be refunded!" the boss said solemnly.
"You're overthinking. You're not here to return the goods. It's inconvenient because there are so many people outside. I'll lend you the space in the store." Wu Yong said.
"What are you going to do?" The boss was puzzled.
"Smash it." Wu Yong pointed at the vase in his hand and said.
"Smashed it?" The boss looked at Wu Yong several times: "There is nothing wrong with your head, right? You just bought it for eight thousand yuan, and you want to smash it?"
"Yes, I bought it with the intention of smashing it. Boss, do you have a basket? Find one for me so that I can clean it up later." Wu Yonghun said nonchalantly.
"Nervous." The boss curled his lips and muttered: "There is a garbage basket over there, you can use that one."
He pointed to the side.
Zhou Peng saw it and took the basket with a smile.
Wu Yong put the vase in.
"Eh!"
When the boss saw this, he shouted and was about to try to stop him.
But he saw Wu Yong's hands rising and falling.
Bang.
The vase was smashed into pieces.
The boss's eyes widened suddenly.
"It's really smashing!"
His eyes were opened today.
Something worth eight thousand dollars.
If you say smash it, smash it.
Where did this weird wealthy family come from?
Facing the boss's shocked look, Wu Yong reached in with a smile and took out a stack of paper from the trash basket.
"Oh, there really is."
In front of Zhou Peng and his boss, he shook the paper in his hand: "There is a secret hidden in this vase!"
Hidden mystery!
The boss was dumbfounded.
Deng Deng Deng walked over.
Staring at the paper in Wu Yong's hand.
"What is that?"
Wu Yong said: "I don't know either, why don't we open it and take a look."
He smiled slightly and slowly opened the paper in his hand in front of the boss.
That's a stack of rice paper.
Through the back of the paper, you can see traces of writing inside.
As Wu Yong slowly unfolds.
The contents inside gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Leaning on the railing with such anger..."
Yue Fei's famous poem "Man Jiang Hong" is clearly written on the paper.
The author's writing is strong.
The unique murderous spirit of a soldier can be seen between the lines.
"What a word! What a word!"
After the boss saw it, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he took a closer look.
Finally, his eyes rested on the signature.
"Book of Elements, Elements!"
The boss slapped his thigh and said, "This is written by Yuan Chonghuan! This is Yuan Chonghuan's original work!"
Yuan Chonghuan, a famous general who fought against the Qing Dynasty in the late Ming Dynasty, once blocked the Qing troops from entering the Pass and beheaded the powerful Nurhaci. But unfortunately, he was speculated by Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty and ended up being executed late. It is said that he was executed after
, people in the Ming Dynasty rushed to eat its meat.
After the boss recognized it.
He couldn't help but snatch the calligraphy from Wu Yong's hand.
Turn on the lights in the store.
Put it on the table and look at it carefully, murmuring something.
"What a wonderful calligraphy! I didn't expect that Yuan Chonghuan, besides leading troops in battles, could also write good calligraphy. This calligraphy is made of steel and iron, and there is a strong sense of killing in the lines. It must have been experienced in the military battle, to see it
Only those who have crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood can write.
Over the years, because Yuan Chonghuan was from the Ming Dynasty, no one dared to collect his items after the Qing Dynasty. Therefore, there are very few things about Yuan Chonghuan and few have been handed down. I never thought that there would be something hidden in the vase in my shop.
It is really rare to see his original handwriting written in Manjianghong."
Seeing that he was gradually intoxicated, Zhou Peng opened his mouth and asked, "Boss, can you estimate how much this calligraphy is worth?"
"money?"
The boss let out a contemptuous breath from his nostrils.
"This calligraphy cannot be measured by money, it is tacky! It is a historical relic and has great reference value for studying Yuan Chonghuan's life. For historical research, it is simply a priceless treasure. If placed in a museum, it can also become a treasure.
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After hearing this, Zhou Peng raised his head and laughed.
"Hey, boss, we found another treasure! Thank you boss for your generous donation and selling us the vase!" As he said this, he raised his eyebrows at the boss and reminded him that this painting now belongs to them, not the store.