Chapter 109: 109 My house is missing a vase (1 more)

Chapter 109 109 My family lacks a vase (1 more)

Wen Liyan didn't understand what Jiang Mu was doing, he just followed Jiang Mu and started wandering from the street.

He didn’t know what was worth seeing about those messy things on those stalls, but since she was so happy, just walk around and let her relax.

Jiang Mu slowly swayed, looking at the stalls one by one, looking for the target.

In the end, I stopped under a stand where people compare. On a blue cloth, there were a lot of dangling, tattered books, all kinds of big money, dusty jade, and a few things that I don’t know if it is an inkstone or a wooden product. Two large blue and white porcelain jars were placed at the two ends of the stall.

Two men stood in front of the stall. The stall owner was recommending a small blue and white porcelain bowl to the two. The stall owner’s introduction was full of enthusiasm, but Jiang Mu was attracted by a small gray bottle.

The small bottle is not big. She turned her hand upside down. She wiped it with her hand, barely able to see some of the original porcelain color, but if you carefully distinguish it, you can still distinguish the pattern hidden under the dusty patina. Jiang Mu was a little excited, secretly looking forward to it.

She flipped through the small bottle and wanted to see the signature. This kind of things basically have signatures, and signatures are an important sign to distinguish old objects.

However, it is a pity that the bottom of this small bottle is also gray, and you can't see any inscription. She wiped it hard, frowning to distinguish, but it still didn't work.

Wen Liyan watched her paying attention to the small bottle for a long time, and squatted down, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Mu returned to his senses and nodded, "It feels very fun."

"Boss, how much is this little bottle?" Jiang Mu asked.

The stall owner just said that he was a little tired. He carried the kettle to the big enamel cup and reached half a cup of water. He didn't know what kind of tea was in it. When the wind blew, there was some tea fragrance in the gloomy climate.

"This is a good thing. It is an old object received from the country. It is something from the Kangxi period. It is very valuable. It depends on your young girl's age. Just 10 yuan."

Jiang Muxing's eyes stared roundly, and put the small bottle in his palm down, "It's such a small gray bottle, it wants a big unity? It's too scary."

The stall owner saw Jiang Mu put the small bottle down and immediately said, “This is not a small bottle, this is a snuff bottle used by Master Kangxi! You buy it now, and you can make a fortune by changing hands.”

"Since you can make a lot of money, why don't you sell it yourself, the boss, and put it here?" Jiang Mu directly stunned, "Let's go, the bosses here are all cheating."

"Hahahaha!" The stall owner of the adjacent stall laughed, "I heard no, the little girl said that you are a lie! Girl, come and have a look at me, tell me what you are fancy, absolutely not lie to you."

Jiang Mu's eyes lit up, he turned around and forgot the little bottle he was still interested in, and walked to the stall next to him.

"Hey hey hey! Don't leave, girl." The stall owner immediately stopped, jokes, this has been set up for a whole day and hasn't opened yet, and finally there is a business coming to the door, how can I just give up like this.

Jiang Mu stopped and turned back.

"Girl, don't be so impatient, everything is easy to discuss." The stall owner was relieved when he saw that the people were stopped. He bent over and picked up the small bottle that Jiang Mu had just put in place, and said with a smile, "Girl, this The thing is called a snuff bottle. It is a good thing used by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. It has been handed down for hundreds of years. If you really like it, my uncle will sell it to you for 8 yuan."

Jiang Mu: "One piece."

The stall owner didn’t swallow the tea in one sigh, he coughed, his face flushed, “Where can you talk about business like this, how can you lower the price so hard?”

Jiang Mu pretended to be naive, "I'm still a student, and I don't know how to talk about business."

"5 yuan, can't be lower." The stall owner said.

"1 yuan, it can't be higher." Jiang Mu learned something.

The stall owner who was nearby just watched the show, thinking that the two of them were particularly funny, and laughed out loud.

The stall owner grinds his teeth, "One piece will definitely not work. This is a snuff bottle from the Qing Dynasty. It cannot be less than five pieces."

"Oh." Jiang Mu turned around again and walked to the stall next to him.

"Wait! Wait!" The stall owner grabbed her again, gritted her teeth, and stretched out four fingers, "4 yuan!"

Jiang Mu was still dissatisfied. He buckled his **** and raised his smiling face, "Let’s make a compromise, 2 yuan."

The stall owner took a deep breath, he has never met such a bargaining person, "I'll just open one, 2 yuan, take it away." Anyway, this thing was the last time I received the goods and gave it away for nothing. , It’s a little bit to sell a little, enough for today’s meal!

Jiang Mu drew her pocket, only then remembered that her money had just been deposited in the bankbook, and now she has no money in her pocket.

Standing next to him, Wen Liyan, who had not spoken all the time, took out two banknotes and handed them over.

Jiang Mu breathed a sigh of relief, very thankful, "Fortunately, I have you."

Wen Liyan smiled, and fell in love with the feeling of helping her pay, "Look if you still like it, I'll bring the money."

Jiang Mu put the newly acquired snuff bottle in his backpack, his eyes sparkling, he walked, and kept looking. "

"I'll take the bag, you can concentrate on it." Without waiting for Jiang Mu's consent, Wen Liyan took her backpack and straddled her arm.

Jiang Mu blinked his eyes, very pleased, knowing that he helped the girls carry bags, isn’t straight male cancer incurable? It seems hopeful to find a girlfriend.

Looking at her smile, Wen Liyan was very happy. It turned out that she liked to be helped by someone. He decided to carry all the schoolbags he decided to go to school.

The two arrived at the stall next door where they talked, and Jiang Mu glanced around. This stall was basically made of bowls, plates and dishes, mainly porcelain, some of which were bright in color and complete in appearance, and some lacked porcelain. There are old and broken up, true and false, false and true, and if you want to get a good product, it really depends on your eyesight.

However, in this era, there are really many genuine products.

"Girl, what do you like, tell uncle, uncle will give you a discount." The stall owner smiled kindly.

Jiang Mu squatted down, looked at this, and fiddled with that. He didn't seem to be interested, but when he started, she carefully distinguished her feelings, and she would take a closer look when she felt right.

It feels very important to learn porcelain. Jiang Mu used to follow the old professor. He often learns various antiques. He has his own method of identifying antiques. It’s just that after all, I haven’t touched this thing for so long, so I need some time to get acquainted with it. feel.

"How is it? Any fancy?" the stall owner asked while smoking a cigarette.

Jiang Mu sighed, “We don’t need a bowl for eating, a plate for vegetables, a tea mug for tea, no cups, these things are useless.”

When the stall owner heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Girl, what I buy here are old objects, they are all antiques, not dishes for eating. You can't treat these objects according to this."

Jiang Mu put his chin in one hand, "I don't understand antiques either."

"Then why did you buy that snuff bottle just now?" The stall owner continued to guide.

"I haven't seen it, I think it's fun." Jiang Mu said casually.

The stall owner had a meal and looked at his own objects. She must have seen the dishes. He picked up a large object, a porcelain jar about 20 cm high.

"This is the famous plain three-color, Qing Dynasty, the drawing is exquisite and vivid, with yellow painted butterflies, green painted bamboos, white painted bird belly, painted the bottom of the mouth, the colors are harmonious and distinct, and pleasing to the eye."

Jiang Mu took it and stroked the bottle with her fingers. The familiar touch made her feel a tremor. She tried to suppress the excitement in her heart, looking at the stall owner with the fan, her expression was a little hard to say.

"Girl, how is it? Haven't you seen it?"

Jiang Mu nodded.

The stall owner was happy, "What do you think? Would you like to buy it back?"

Jiang Mu turned the bottle casually and looked at the bottom of the bottle. It was clean without any words. It shouldn’t. How could there be no year number? This must be true, not a fake.

Jiang Mu looked inside the bottle mouth. The sunlight was not very good and the light was insufficient. It was Jiang Mu's eyesight, and he could only see a vague trace. It would be great if there was a flashlight.

The stall owner saw her looking seriously, his smile became brighter, and the fan in his hand became more diligent, "How? It's a good thing, I didn't lie to you?"

"How much? Our house just lacks a vase." Jiang Mu asked.

The stall owner immediately stretched out a slap.

"50? Is this too expensive?" Jiang Mu was so scared that he immediately put down the vase.

The stall owner almost didn’t come up in one breath, and was choked to death by these words, “What’s 50 yuan, 500 yuan!”

Jiang Mu's apricot eyes rounded, and he waved his hands again and again, "It's too expensive, forget it, 500 yuan is enough for our family's living expenses for half a year."

"Girl, I think we are destined, so I will give you a cheaper price, 400 yuan, how about it?"

"Do you think I have 400 yuan?" Jiang Mu continued to observe other things on the stall.

The stall owner smiled and said, “I just saw you come out of Boss Chen’s **** shop, and you just finished your stuff, how can you not have any money?”

Jiang Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and this person had been staring at her early in the morning.

"100."

The stall owner immediately realized the heart of the stall owner next door, "This is not good, this is not good, absolutely not, 350, this is the lowest price!"

"No! 350 yuan is too much! I think 100 yuan is just right."

"100 yuan is just right? How can this be just right?" The stall owner felt a little tired, "Girl, do you really want it?"

"My house is missing a vase." Jiang Mu repeated.

The stall owner was about to cry, "Then how much do you want to give."

Jiang Mu: "100 yuan."

Standing owner: "……"

Now it's the other stall owners' turn to laugh at him.

The stall owner sighed, "300 yuan, it can't be lower."

Jiang Mu: "200 yuan, I bought it."

The stall owner gritted his teeth and said, "Deal."

Wen Liyan paid the money directly without any objections.

Jiang Mu smiled, apricot eyes slightly curved, very happy.

When the other stall owners saw it, within a few minutes, they made 200 yuan. They were a little jealous. The eyes of Jiang Mu were shining. How can this be a wealthy boy!

"Girl, come and see my stall! See if you like it, uncle will give you a discount!"

"Come and see me!"

"I have a rare item, it's definitely a girl you haven't seen before."

However, Jiang Mu did not buy any more. She had no money in her pocket. Although Wen Liyan had money with her, it was estimated that not much. Besides, this was the first time she had missed these items since she was reborn. If it is the genuine product she thought, let's try it a little bit, don't go too far.

The two did not go home either, and went directly to the hospital.

The other stall owners saw that Jiang Mu and Wen Liyan were gone, and they didn’t see who’s stalls. At the same time, they were envious of the stall owners who sold the goods.

"Lao Yang, you are really off to a good start today. It costs 200 yuan! Enough for you to eat and drink for a month!"

Lao Yang slammed the fan, smiled and handed it over, "Good luck, it's pure luck. Someone asked yesterday that the other party offered 100 yuan, but I just didn't sell it. Unexpectedly, I doubled it today and sold it for 200 yuan. ."

"Huh, even cheated the kid's money! Are you too wicked?" Someone couldn't see it.

Lao Yang was unhappy, "How can you say that? The girl wants to buy, I want to sell, you love me, and I owe the goods, how can this be considered a lie? I didn't force her to buy?"

"Yes, this is the rule in the antique industry, no regrets, it is more knowledge, eyesight, and level. This is the old street. Everyone eats this meal. What is the lack of virtue?" Someone helped Lao Yang speak.

"Yeah yeah!"

"But Lao Yang, you are really knowledgeable, and stay calm. In just one night, 100 became 200. Brother convinces you!"

Compared and neighboring stallholders praised, "There is indeed a vision!"

"No, too far-sighted! After waiting for one night, I got 100 yuan more! This is great luck too!"

The surrounding compliments made Lao Yang feel better and better. Looking at the stall owner of the neighboring stall, he became more and more proud, “It’s not thanks to Lao Wu, he brought me this fortune!”

The old Wu was so angry that he couldn't even drink tea. "I knew that girl was so rich. Why would my snuff bottle have to be thirty or fifty dollars? Only two yuan! I made it for you. The wedding dress, let you make this money!"

Lao Yang smiled that he couldn't see his teeth. He patted the wallet held on his waist and hummed a little song. He was so happy that the other stall owners rolled their eyes with anger.

"I said you are good old Wu, but we people don't even have 2 yuan."

"No, two yuan is also money! Just your dusty snuff bottle that you can't even look at. If you want me to say, a dime is worthless, and it's good to be able to sell for two yuan. Up."

When I heard this, the old Wu felt much better. He took a sip of tea and felt refreshed physically and mentally. Sure enough, human, it’s better to compare.

"Yes, that's right, at least the money for today's meal came out?" Lao Yang on one side said with a smile, his face was full of triumph, and Lao Wu's mood just got better and wilted again.

At this moment, a man in a tunic suit pulled an energetic old man and ran over, and hurriedly asked, "Lao Yang, where are you three colors?"

"sold."

Zhongshan was full of sweat and shouted anxiously, "Sold it? To whom? How much did it cost?"

At this time, Lao Yang also felt that something was wrong and stopped fanning, with a serious face, "Lao Liu, what's the situation? Is this plain color..."

Old Liu patted his thigh vigorously, feeling a little frustrated, "Just one night! Why did you sell it?"

Old Yang swallowed his saliva, "Is this plain three-color really authentic?"

Lao Liu is very well-known in the antique circle in Shanghai. He is an antique dealer. Usually, whoever has the goods wants to sell, who wants to buy what kind of goods, basically contact him, and if the transaction is successful, he makes some hard work.

He also has this ability, so he just started this business.

One come and two. If you look at it a lot, you will learn more. When it comes to cheaper prices, he will also shoot, and then change hands to make a fortune.

There are those who punch the eye, those who accompany the book, and there are those who succeed in picking up the omissions, and those who make money.

Because his fame is getting bigger and bigger, everyone knows him for a long time, and it is difficult for him to find out.

As long as it is something he is fond of, it is absolutely impossible to buy it cheaply.

Therefore, when he saw the plain three-color color yesterday, he only said that he was unsure, and the other party did not sell it for 100 yuan, so he did not force it. He was not sure if it was the genuine product, but it just felt like it. , 100 yuan is already a lot, and he didn't have any extra money at that time.

He brought people over today, just to ask the old seniors to help them. If it was true, he would buy it. No matter how he knew it, it was just one night and it was bought by someone else.

Lao Liu took a cigarette, "Who bought it? How much did it cost?"

"A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl said that she lacked a vase at home." Lao Yang said.

Lao Liu's eyes lit up, "A girl? When did she go? In which direction did she go? What is her name?"

Lao Yang was also anxious, "How do I know? You tell me first, is the original three colors real?"

"I'm not sure, don't you find a senior's palm? First tell me what the girl looks like? Where did you go?" Old Liu asked urgently.

"I really don't know. Go and ask Boss Chen. I think it was Lao Sun who came to find Boss Chen. I guess he knows." Lao Yang is really overwhelmed in his heart. If this is genuine, what? Not tens of thousands!

Daily ticket request~

(End of this chapter)