Chapter 12

The migrant worker's doubts began to loosen, and he began to waver under the boss's half true and half false words. He pondered for a while, then stretched out two fingers and said, "twohundred, twohundred will be given to you. How about it?"

"Hey, I said brother..." the owner of the antique shop made a sad look and said, "well, one hundred and fifty..."

After some bargaining, the deal was finally concluded at 170 yuan.

At this time, yehaoxuan looked stunned. Through the painting, a light cyan breath slowly flowed out of the self painting. The cyan breath showed a kind of ancient flapping air.

"There are interlayers in this painting," a thought flashed through his mind.

If this painting is really a fake, it will never have such an ancient flavor. It should be said that there is something else in this painting.

At this time, the two sides had already made a successful deal. The migrant workers left excitedly with the more than 100 yuan they had just received. The antique shop owner behind showed a disdainful look and spitted out a sentence "earth buns..."

Although this painting is made by copying, it has at least some collection value, at least several thousand yuan. If you encounter a layman, you may be able to sell it for a sky high price.

In the antique industry, there is no such thing as a fake. Selling a fake can only say that you are unlucky. You have gone astray, so the depth of the water is self-evident.

The owner of the antique shop unfolded the painting, hung it on the other side, and began to get busy with his business.

At this time, there were more and more people in the antique shop. Ye haoxuan pretended to be careless and wandered around the shop. He walked to the front of the ancient painting just now, and then looked at it with great interest.

At the time of the transaction, yehaoxuan was on the side. The owner of the antique shop had a fierce eye. At a glance, he saw that yehaoxuan had the intention to buy paintings.

The owner of the antique shop immediately said enthusiastically, "my little brother also knows calligraphy and painting. Tut Tut, I can't see that he has such a hobby at a young age. Alas, my ignorant son is as old as you. He can only pick up girls all day. He doesn't work at home. It would be good if he could have half your ability..."

The owner of the antique shop knows how to do business well. Whether the business is successful or not depends on one's mouth. Maybe with a big boast, the girl in front of him will be boasted and the business may become a success.

Yehaoxuan ignored the store owner's gorgeous words, but casually said, "boss, are you interested in transferring this painting?"

The owner of the antique shop clapped his hands and said, "my little brother really has an unusual eye. This painting is the genuine work of Gu Kaizhi..."

Yehaoxuan glanced at the owner of the antique shop jokingly, and then sneered: "boss, it's wrong to do business like this. Bullying me for being young and not knowledgeable..."

Yehaoxuan was on the other side just now, and it seems that he is very smart. The owner of the antique shop knows how to kill yehaoxuan.

He had to sigh: "well, I saw at the first sight that I was destined for my little brother, so I told you the truth. I will be a friend in the future. Although this painting was copied by later generations, it also has a certain collection value, so..."

The owner of the antique shop stretched out five fingers.

Yehaoxuan's eyelids jumped. He didn't think that the owner of the antique shop was talking about fivehundred yuan. Looking at the driving trend, it was at least fivehundred yuan

Yehaoxuan pulled a sneer from the corner of his mouth. He shook his head and said, "the boss is not very kind in doing business. Let's make some profits. How about making friends?"

Yehaoxuan stretched out five fingers as he spoke, but his palm was facing inward

The owner of the antique shop was stunned. He knew that yehaoxuan's slap meant 500 yuan. He could not help sighing: "brother, you are too hard to bargain. No, no... I will lose my money..." he said and shook his head.

Yehaoxuan said: "the boss said a sincere price."

The antique shop owner stretched out three fingers

Yehaoxuan sighed: "how about cutting half of it? To be honest, I don't like this painting, but my elders like to collect some calligraphy and paintings. As a junior, I want to buy some to show filial piety..."

The owner of the antique shop gritted his teeth, "brother, you see I have such a big store and so many people. Our business looks bright on the surface, but in fact it is under great pressure. In this way, we are adding a thousand... It really won't be less..."

Seeing that the price was almost pressed, yehaoxuan nodded and said, "deal."

The owner of the antique shop smiled, took down the painting, and went to the counter with yehaoxuan to check out.

Yehaoxuan actually had a little more than 2500 on him. This was what he had saved in his daily life. Now he has run out of ammunition and food.

After the receipt was issued, the shopkeeper smiled and said: "little brother, if you need anything next time, remember to patronize..."

Yehaoxuan nodded.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind ye haoxuan: "eh, Gu Kaizhi's landscape paintings?"

Yehaoxuan turns around and sees a middle-aged man looking at the painting in yehaoxuan's hands curiously.

As soon as yehaoxuan turned around, the middle-aged man immediately smiled, nodded and motioned to yehaoxuan, "little brother, can I have a look at this painting?"

Yehaoxuan smiled and nodded, and gave the painting to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took it over, watched it carefully, and sighed, "it was a copy."

The middle-aged man closed the painting and said, "little brother, although this painting is a copy, its painting style is very close to Gukaizhi's, and it also has certain value. I wonder if the little brother is interested in giving up his love?"

Before yehaoxuan spoke, the shopkeeper's eyelids jumped and said, "how much can you offer?" He could not help regretting that he had sold the painting so quickly. If the middle-aged man had come earlier, he might have raised the price.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "twentythousand yuan. What do you think, little brother?"

"Twentythousand?" The shopkeeper's hand shook and he immediately regretted it.

There is a saying in the antique industry that the antique shop has been open for three years. Although the antique shop is large, it has been difficult to do antique business in recent years. The boss can make more than 300, 400, 000 yuan a year. He collected more than 100 yuan of the antique painting in front of him. If he sold it to the middle-aged man, it would almost equal his half a month's income.

He secretly regretted that he had miscalculated today.

Unexpectedly, ye haoxuan shook his head and said, "sorry, I don't want to sell."

The owner of the antique shop breathed a sigh of relief. If he saw that yehaoxuan had sold more than 2000 items from him, it would be more painful than killing him.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly and said, "little brother, I really like this painting. In this way, the price is much higher than the market after adding 20000 yuan."

The owner of the antique shop made a buzzing noise in his head, and almost wanted to smoke his mouth. The middle-aged man in front of him looked like a man without money. If he had come earlier, it might have sold the painting for 70, 000 yuan.

"This......" yehaoxuan obviously hesitated.