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Text Chapter 1660 Sky-high Price Antiques

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    Yang Luo said: "Let's go!" Then he stood up, took out his phone and dialed a number: "Are you ready?" He didn't know what the other party said, and then Yang Luo hung up the phone.

    Bei Yinyao tidied Silo's hair, then put on a little cotton-padded jacket, kissed the little guy on the cheek, then picked up the child and followed Yang Luo outside.

    Panjiayuan is a famous flea market in Beijing and even in China. It is very large. Although it is only open on Saturdays and Sundays, it attracts people from all countries, regions and all walks of life who love antiques or Taobao. There are also some  A favorite place for idle and wealthy people.

    And here is where Yang Luo often came when he was a child. He didn't like those antiques, nor was he like some people who came here to pick them up, dreaming of [url]http://getting rich overnight[/url].  But he likes to come here to watch the excitement, and [url]http://life's various aspects[/url] are staged every day.  The hawkers shouted to the buyers, and the shouts and bargaining sounds formed a unique atmosphere.  But what he is most interested in is watching how those scammers deceive people, how they play tricks, and how they sell those worthless gadgets for a sky-high price.  Then some became angry after being exposed, and finally got into a fight.  It can be said that he has always enjoyed it and goes here almost every Saturday and Sunday.

    It was almost eleven o'clock when Yang Luo arrived at Panjiayuan. The place was already bustling with people and busy with traffic.  Tourists, street stalls, food stalls and shops have been crowded with people shopping for goods and people waiting to watch the excitement.  There are not only many weird old objects here, but also more distressed antiques. There are even piles of national treasure-level bronzes and Tang Sancai.

    Yang Luo and Bei Yinyao each held Silo's little hand and walked forward slowly. The little guy looked around curiously and seemed very excited.  When Tongtong saw something he was interested in, he would pick it up, look at it, and then haggle over the price, which made the bosses think they had encountered a hammer and were ready to make a huge profit. But in the end, no matter if it was cheap or not, the girl wouldn't buy it, and she was so angry.  The guys yelled and cursed.  But this girl is still interested and obsessed with the art of haggling.

    At this time, he found that there were many people gathered in front of him. Tongtong turned around and said hello and squeezed into the crowd.  Yang Luo picked up Silo and squeezed in with Bei Yinyao.  I saw a young man squatting there with messy hair. He was wearing a patched short cotton-padded jacket full of mud spots on his upper body, gray trousers on his lower body, and his feet were covered with dirt.  They were wearing greasy cotton shoes with large toes, and they were holding a blue and white porcelain vase in their arms.  Looking at the outer layer of patina, the luster is natural and moist. It must be quite old, and it is probably an antique handed down from ancient times.

    Opposite the young man stood a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing a decent suit and looking very stylish.

    "Little brother, I've already paid you 600,000 yuan, so it's pointless for you to hold on to the price."

    At first glance, the young man came from the countryside and looked very honest. He shook his head when he heard the middle-aged man's words: "My grandpa said that this is an ancestral inheritance of my family, and the village chief also told me that this thing is worth one million, less."  I won¡¯t sell this number.¡±

    "Puch!" The young man standing next to the middle-aged man, holding a briefcase, laughed, "country bumpkin, are you crazy about money? Do you know who my boss is?"

    The young man was not angry and said honestly: "I don't know, what does it have to do with me."

    The young man said helplessly: "My boss's name is Gu Xiaochen, do you see" He pointed to an antique building not far away, "That one, Gufangzhai, belongs to our boss. I dare not say it is the largest antique store in the country.  , but it is definitely second to none in Beijing. Go and find out what our boss is like. He said your bottle is worth 600,000 yuan, so even if you don¡¯t sell it, it won¡¯t be much different.  Someone has offered a higher price.¡±

    Hearing what the young man said, the crowd of onlookers suddenly started talking: "I didn't expect this person to be the famous Gu Xiaochen, so this bottle seems to be fake."

    Another said with disdain: "As you can tell, I knew it was genuine as soon as I saw the appearance."

    Many people are talking about it, but there are also many people who have made up their minds.  What kind of bullshit are these country bumpkins? Some of them in the antique business are good people.  Since Gu Xiaochen said that bottle was worth 600,000 yuan, the real value would definitely be doubled or even tripled.

    There was a very wretched-looking guy among them. His eyes glowed golden when he looked at the bottle, and he looked very greedy.  But he also knew that Gu Xiaochen was not easy to mess with. He had already caught the goods. If he suddenly stopped him, it would be a violation of the rules. There was no need to think about messing around here in the future.

    The young man still shook his head: "I won't sell it for less than one million."

    Gu Xiaochen pondered for a while and said: "Let's see, I'm adding 50,000, which is also the final bottom line. If you sell, I will buy the goods. If you still don't sell, forget it."

      The young man looked at the crowd around him, wanting to see if anyone could offer a higher price, but he was disappointed. So many people were interested in his bottle, but no one was willing to bid.

    The young man smiled and said, "The price is high enough, so just take action."

    The young man hesitated for a while, and just when he was about to say something, Yang Luo suddenly said: "Little brother, I am very interested in what you have, and I will offer you one million."

    As soon as Yang Luo finished speaking, the crowd around him was in an uproar.  They all looked over to see who was so ignorant of the rules.

    Gu Xiaochen frowned and looked at Yang Luo: "Little brother, don't break the rules."

    Yang Luo handed Silo to Bei Yinyao, walked over, squatted [url]http://lower body[/url] and picked up the porcelain bottle in the young man's hand.

    "As long as I like it, there are no rules or regulations." Then he looked left and right, praising how good this bottle was and how old it was

    But it¡¯s okay that he didn¡¯t speak. Once he spoke, everyone knew that this guy was just a stick and didn¡¯t understand anything.

    Gu Xiaochen was also stunned, and then laughed: "Little brother, this thing is not worth that much money."

    Yang Luo didn't care: "I have a lot of money, can you take care of it?"

    Gu Xiaochen became a little angry and said to the young man: "I will give you 1.1 million."

    The young man suddenly became excited and looked at Yang Luo.  This guy looks very simple and honest, but has the cunningness of a farmer, waiting for Yang Luo to bid again.

    Yang Luo waved his hand and did not disappoint the young man: "I will offer 1.2 million."

    Gu Xiaochen snorted: "I will pay 1.3 million."

    Yang Luo sneered: "One and a half million."

    The young man looked at Gu Xiaochen again, his face full of nervousness and a little excitement.

    Gu Xiaochen's face was ashen, he waved his sleeves, turned around and left: "Then I'll give it to you!" 1.3 million was already his bottom line, and he wouldn't be able to earn anything if he was high.

    Although the young man was disappointed, this already surprised him: "Brother, this bottle belongs to you, that" He made a gesture of counting money.

    Yang Luo laughed loudly: "Let's go, there is a bank over there."

    Tongtong¡¯s eyes widened. He took the bottle from Yang Luo¡¯s hand and looked left and right. No matter how he looked at it, it was not worth 1.5 million.

    "You just spent 1.5 million to buy this broken bottle?"

    Yang Luo curled his lips: "What do you know!"

    Tongtong said: "Do you understand?"

    Yang Luo snatched the bottle over: "Of course, didn't you see that the boss of Gufangzhai paid 1.3 million? He is in business. Since he can buy it for 1.3 million,  Then this bottle will be worth two million."

    When the people around him heard this, they shook their heads. This is really a stick.  However, they all have to agree with Yang Luo. Although it cannot be worth two million, one and a half million will definitely not be lost, but it is impossible to make much money, otherwise Gu Xiaochen will never let go.

    Seeing that the transaction was successful, the wretched guy looked back at the bottle with reluctance, watched Yang Luo and the others walk to the bank not far away, and then turned and left.

    When he came out of the bank, the young man nervously held the bank card in his pocket, looked around, then quickly got into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

    Yang Luo carefully held the bottle and said to Tongtong: "Call your friend and ask if he has arrived."

    Tongtong nodded, took out his phone and dialed a number. The other party quickly answered: "Miss Tong, where are you?"

    Tongtong said: "I'm already here, are you coming?"

    The other party said: "Here we come, I'm at Ningyuan Pavilion, the seller is also here, come here."

    Tongtong agreed and hung up the phone: "He is already at Ningyuan Pavilion, and the liar is also here."

    Yang Luo said: "Let's go there."

    Although Ningyuan Pavilion is not as good as Gufangzhai, that refers to its scale, but it is not inferior in terms of reputation.

    As soon as Yang Luo walked into Ningyuan Pavilion, he saw two people sitting in the rest area in the corner of the hall, both about the same age, in their thirties.  One wears glasses. Although the clothes are very ordinary, it gives people a very comfortable feeling.  The other one is very vulgar, with thin lips, ear-long hair, small eyes, chattering eyes, and erratic eyes. He is not a good person at first glance.

    When the wretched guy saw Yang Luo, he was stunned. The man with glasses quickly stood up and came over.

    "Miss Tong, you are here."

    Tongtong nodded and looked at the wretched man: "Is he the seller?"

      The man with glasses nodded: "Yes!"

    Tongtong¡¯s eyes were on fire, he clenched his little fists, and then walked over: ¡°Where is the jade bracelet? Let me take a look.¡±

    The wretched man rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Bring it, bring it. I'll go to the bathroom first and be back soon." After saying that, he turned around and ran to a small door not far away.

    Yang Luo watched the wretched man leave with a weird smile on his face. He walked to the chair and sat down, placing the bottle in his hand on the glass table in front of him.

    Bei Yinyao hugged Silo and sat next to Yang Luo. The little guy was very honest and just looked around curiously.

    After more than ten minutes, the wretched man came back and his eyes lit up when he saw the bottle on the table.

    "Oh, this Guanyin vase is in good condition. Did you just find it?" He said, reaching for the bottle, holding it up and looking at it carefully, "Not bad, not bad, it is a rare vase carved from Song kiln. How much do you charge for it?"  of?"

    Yang Luo said proudly: "One and a half million!"

    The wretched man shook his head: "Brother, what a loss, this bottle is not worth that much money."

    "Oh?" Yang Luo raised his eyebrows, "How much do you think it's worth?"

    The wretched man said: "Eight hundred thousand!" After saying that, he handed it to the man with glasses and said, "Look at it!" Then he looked at the man with glasses nervously.

    The man with glasses took it over and looked at it carefully, and said hesitantly: "Looking at the patina, it should be an antique handed down from ancient times, but I can't tell its age, so I can't tell its value."

    The wretched man was relieved when he heard the glasses man's words. In fact, he didn't see the origin of the bottle. He just talked nonsense, but he believed in Gu Xiaochen's vision. This bottle was definitely authentic.
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