I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

After a while, the man in the suit said slowly, "The shape is good, the glaze color is nothing to say, and there is no problem with the bottle mouth."

While talking, I also looked at the bottom of the glaze bottle, and directly broke the generation of the glaze bottle.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the batch of official kilns in Jingdezhen during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty."

"Although it is imitation, it is still a good thing."

The man in the suit seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact he was deliberately saying it to Hu Muzhi.

Hearing the man in a suit blow the glazed bottle into the sky, Hu Muzhi felt a little funny in his heart.

He has many years of experience in antiques, and he knows a truth. If someone praises the boss in front of you, then remember, you should go.

But Hu Muzhi didn't leave, because the things he wanted were still lying quietly in the booth.

Just when Hu Muzhi was thinking about how to get the stall owner to distribute the item to him, the man in the suit did not know where to take out a sleeve.

Seeing the sleeves, Hu Muzhi understood what the man in the suit was going to do.

This is the way of negotiating prices left by the older generation - holding hands within the sleeves.

When two buyers see an item at the same time, in order not to let other buyers know the price they offer, they usually negotiate the price through this hidden method.

"Yo, connoisseur." The stall owner praised, and put his hand into the sleeve.

After some gestures, the stall owner said, "This is not good, how can I have this price."

"It's high." The man in the suit shook his head.

"Then this?" the stall owner said.

Watching the two of them perform hard there, Hu Muzhi wanted to laugh, but he couldn't really laugh, so he could only hold back, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Finally, the two reached a deal.

"Okay, that's the price." The man in the suit took his hand out of his sleeve: "But I didn't bring that much money with me. You wait for me for half an hour, and I'll go back and get it for you."

"Go." The stall owner nodded.

Looking at the back of the man in the suit walking away, the stall owner looked at Hu Muzhi and said with a regretful expression: "Little brother, I'm sorry, this Yongzheng period imitation Song Junyao moon white glaze vase has been fixed, look at it. something else."

Hu Muzhi understood that according to the logic of normal people, this would definitely ask how much the other party paid, so he followed the stall owner's wishes and asked.

"What price did the other party offer?"

The stall owner did not speak, but held out two fingers.

"Two hundred??" Hu Muzhi guessed.

Hearing the price quoted by Hu Muzhi, the boss's face darkened, and he said, "Anyway, this is also an official kiln during the Yongzheng period. How could it be only two hundred?"

"Could it be two thousand?" Hu Muzhi pretended to be surprised.

"Yes." The stall owner laughed.

"None of the two of you saw the transaction in your sleeves just now. You can say 5,000." Hu Muzhi curled his lips with a look of disbelief.

"I lied to you as a grandson." The stall owner directly showed the genealogy.

It's just that Hu Muzhi is not interested in this kind of grandson who specializes in tricks.

Looking at the stall owner, he said, "Boss, I feel itchy when I see this, and I really like it."

"In this way, you sell it sincerely, I buy it sincerely, one price, one hundred, I want it."

"How much?" The stall owner thought he had heard it wrong and confirmed.

"One hundred." Hu Muzhi blinked.

"People have already paid two thousand, but you only paid one hundred? Do you think I will sell it to you?" The stall owner looked at Hu Muzhi like a fool.

"Who knows if the man in the suit won't come back. If he just promised verbally that he won't come back for one night, could you be waiting here all night?" Hu Muzhi said.

"I believe he will come back." The stall owner said firmly.

"Then let's wait and see. If he does come back, it means that I have nothing to do with this glaze bottle. If he doesn't come back, then we are discussing the price again?" Hu Muzhi asked tentatively.

In fact, both Hu Muzhi and the stall owner knew that the man in the suit would never come back.

However, the two of them waited patiently.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

In the past half hour, Hu Muzhi was not idle, and read the items on the stall owner's booth one by one.

Unexpectedly, the man in the suit did not appear.

"Damn, I've been tricked." The stall owner scolded.

"Boss, can you now consider the price I just offered?" Hu Muzhi smiled lightly.

"Don't think about it, I can't sell it." The stall owner said decisively.

"But the price of 2,000 is too expensive. I just want to buy it, but I can't help it." Hu Muzhi said helplessly.

"How much money do you have on you?" the stall owner asked secondly.

"It's only three hundred, not a cent more." Hu Muzhi said, and took out three hundred yuan consisting of ten yuan from his arms.

Then he shook the money in front of the stall owner.

Originally, the stall owner wanted to make a detour with Hu Muzhi to raise the price, but the cash was swaying in front of him, for fear of saying something wrong and letting the 'fat sheep' run away.

This pretended to grit his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and said, "Come on, three hundred is three hundred, and I will be your friend at a loss."

"Happy boss." Hu Muzhi said, "Then please help me wrap things up."

"After all, in this big night, if you let others see such a good object, it will inevitably be malicious."

"It's natural." The stall owner nodded, and rolled up the fabric under the glaze bottle, wrapping it around the glaze bottle.

One-handed payment, one-handed delivery.

Not to mention how happy the stall owner was after receiving the money.

Yesterday I made 700, today I made 300, and within a month, I can become a million-dollar household.

Although there are many million-dollar households in this meeting, the goal is to come step by step.

Looking at the unconcealed smile on the corner of the stall owner's mouth, Hu Muzhi also showed an intriguing smile, got up, and said goodbye to the stall owner.

At the same time, Hu Muzhi did not stop at Panjiayao and returned directly to the courtyard.

Because what he wants has already been obtained.

It's the fabric that wraps the glazed bottle.

Kesi embroidery.

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