Chapter 6

Gu Yan sighed, put down his antiques and continued to stroll.

After walking for another half an hour, she stopped and her eyes fell on an insignificant teapot, which was covered with a layer of black. Obviously, the stall owner was too lazy to wipe it clean.

Gu Yan squatted down and picked up the teapot.

The stall owner noticed that Gu Yan had been wandering here all the time and didn't buy an antique.

His tone was somewhat contemptuous, "little girl, this is antique street. All my stalls are antiques. You have to be careful not to damage them, or you can't afford to sell you."

Gu Yan ignored the sarcasm of the stall owner.

"How much is the teapot?" Gu Yan said softly.

She picked up the teapot and looked at it carefully.

It's really genuine.

Gu Yan did not reveal the joy in his heart.

The stall owner glanced at the teapot and frowned. Sure enough, he came to play.

He impatiently said a number, "fifty thousand yuan."

Gu Yan frowned.

The stall owner shook the Pu fan in his hand, "little girl, my price is very affordable. Now which antique doesn't need one million, expensive or hundreds of millions."

Gu Yan tilted his head. "Boss, I have only forty dollars on me."

"You come to antique street for forty dollars?" the stall owner stared.

Gu Yan regretfully put down the teapot, "since the boss doesn't want to, forget it."

Just as Gu Yan wanted to leave, he heard the voice of the stall owner, "little girl, wait."

"What's up?" Gu Yan asked slowly.

The stall owner waved, "you're lucky today. I'll sell you this teapot for forty yuan."

He looked at the teapot and his expression was that he could dislike as much as he disliked.

It's dark.

If you put it here, it will affect the guests' perception of his booth.

He was going to throw it away today. I didn't expect a fool to buy it.

Gu Yan frowned. "Boss, you just said 50000 yuan, but now it's 40 yuan. Shouldn't there be anything strange in it?"

The stall owner heard Gu Yan's doubts and was afraid that Gu Yan would not want it. He reduced the price a little, "thirty yuan, you take it away."

"OK."

When she got the price she wanted, Gu Yanjiao picked it up slightly. She didn't bargain with the stall owner anymore. She picked up the teapot, gave the stall owner thirty yuan, and then left.

She went to the antique identification and trading center.

Gu Yan is short of money now. Now she needs to sell this teapot. In the past, the appraisal and trading center was the best choice.

There will be some antique collectors waiting there. If those antiques are identified as true, they will compete to bid and buy them.

Maybe the price will be lower here, and it will be more cost-effective than in those antique stores.

Many people surrounded the identification office.

A white haired appraiser sat at the counter. He was looking at a bracelet.

"Well, is my bracelet real?" a young man rubbed his hands and asked nervously.

The old appraiser put down the bracelet, touched his beard and said regretfully, "this is fake. It should have been produced for less than 30 years. The color on it looks very old. Most of it has been buried in the soil. Moreover, the pattern on it only appeared in modern times. The bracelet in the Ming and Qing Dynasties you said is basically impossible."

The guy opened his eyes and said incredulously, "how is it possible that my father bought it from a friend of an antique collector abroad. You can take it seriously for a while."

The old appraiser was unhappy. "Are you questioning my old man's professionalism?"

Other people around were also helping the old appraiser.

"Don't worry. He won't deceive you. He has been working here for more than 20 years. He is famous for his strong professionalism. Basically, he doesn't have any antiques that are missed. If he says false, it must be false."

"Yes, boy, 100% of your bracelet is fake."

“……”

This is my first time here. My face is very red. He is busy apologizing.

"Sorry, I just can't accept it for the moment."

The boy had no face to stay any longer. After giving the money, he picked up the bracelet and left.

The apprentice of the old appraiser asked, "next, does anyone need to be identified?"