My Wealth is like a Deep Sea

The other two are middle-aged. The chatter is a man with glasses, and the buyer is a Xieding man who looks like IT.

"Do you have any appraisal documents?"

Xie Dingnan asked cautiously.

"Of course there is, now, the appraisal of antiques from the various cities of Jicheng, and the appraisal of Professor Sun Wenyuan from the archaeology major of the National People's Congress." The glasses guy immediately took out the appraisal.

Yang Long glanced at it and did quite decently.

This is an antique shop of many nations, the name is rather powerful, but who knows what is a small facade with horns.

And Sun Wenyuan, the professor of the National People's Congress, may not even have this person at all. It is purely fabricated.

"Oh, all right!"

Xie Dingnan nodded with a smile, very satisfied.

Yang Long wanted to remind him that the incense burner was 50 yuan more.

As a result, Xie Dingnan said: "Well, can you invoice a 200,000 ticket? That way I can make a good deal with the boss!"

"OK, no problem!"

The man with his eyes stretched out his hand, and the old man across the room smiled happily.

Yang Long was speechless and turned his head back. It turned out that it was not a normal antique transaction at all, but there were other insiders. This belongs to a willingness to fight one by one, even if you know that this thing is only worth dozens of dollars, this will still be bought at a high price. of.

Yang Long was drinking tea, his eyes drifted over the hawkers, especially the baby in their hands.

"...Would you like to stop looking at this? My baby was just collected from Wutai Mountain. The baby Yan Shuai used, although it is not very antique, but it is also of historical significance. How do you see the seven thousand dollars?"

Yang Long's eyes were attracted by another table.

The seller is a fat man who only wears a shirt in the fall, and the buyer is also a young man who looks like the second generation of the local mine.

At this time, the fat man was holding a blue-glazed drum stool wash.

Yang Long froze with only a glance.

What Yan Daishuai used, this is clearly the wenwan of the Qing Dynasty. It may even be in the Kangxi period. Although the price of the kilns will not be very high, it is a rare authentic product in this place.

"Seven thousand dollars are too expensive!"

The young man shook his head, "How could this thing be worth so much? You still find other people to foolish, don't bother me, I have been shopping all morning, I want to drink tea calm and calm!"

"Yes, you guys continue to drink tea, I will sit elsewhere!"

The fat peddler was not annoyed, he chuckled, put away things and prepared to find new prey.

"boss!"

Right after the fat man got up, Yang Long waved at him.

When the fat man looked at it, he immediately ran with a smile on his face, and hehe said: "This little brother, at first sight you are a connoisseur. My darlings, which one do you want to see?"

"What do you have?"

Yang Long didn't have to watch the blue-glazed drum stool washing as soon as he came up, but asked him to sit down and asked the boss to pour him a bowl of tea.

The fat man was grateful. This was the first time someone asked him to drink tea in such a place, and immediately took out all the brains of his baby.

"This is the Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain bowl, this is the Yantai of the Ming and Xuande years, this is the Tongzhi pastel of the Qing Dynasty..."

There are really a lot of things in the fat bag, mostly small things.

As big as the blue-glazed drum stool type washing, there is also a wood-kiln blue-glazed pile of white bamboo pen holders.

But these things, Yang Long can see at a glance the true and false, and even have done too perfect, even the flaws that were due in that era are gone.

"How much is this blue-glazed drum stool washing?"

After listening to his introduction, Yang Long grabbed the blue glaze and washed it, looked at it casually, and then put it down.

"Seven thousand!"

The fat man squeezed three fingers to a seven, picked up the tea bowl and drank, "If you sincerely want, I can give you a cheaper price!"

"Three thousand!"

Yang Long said, "Is it a good deal?"

The fat man almost got his tongue burned, and his small eyes tried hard to widen: "This is not good, too few. I took this thing and spent 3500!"

"Then you are really big-hearted, so much?"

Yang Long smiled, "Since this is the case, sell me 3500!"

The fat man smiled bitterly: "You can't let me earn a penny? How much more? Do you think I'll run over here and add 100 head office?"

"Fine!"

Yang Long directly transferred 3600 to him, then put away the water wash, and gave it to the number three next to him, "Fold it!"

"Ok!"

No. 3 doesn't understand antiques at all, but he knows that these places are mostly fakes. In his view, this blue glaze washing in hand is not as good as another blue glaze piled white bamboo pen holder.

However, he didn't dare to say much. Yang Long had the characteristics of money and willfulness, and he knew quite well.

It took three thousand five hundred to buy a blue glaze wash that was suspected of counterfeiting, making Yang Long instantly become a big fat sheep in the eyes of other hawkers.

After the fat man happily left, several people ran over to present treasure to Yang Long.

However, Yang Long didn't look down on their stuff, and even directly gave his own valuation, dozens or hundreds of pieces, let these hawkers leave in frustration.

At the same time, they began to wonder.

After a short contact with Yang Long, he found that he was not only a big fat sheep, he even knew antiques.

Why did he buy the pen wash in the fat man's hand?

Is it really just like it?

As soon as the matter spread, the bosses of several shops around were stunned and came to watch.

Yang Long saw these bosses pretending to be tea guests and sat sneakily in front of him, but his eyes vigorously washed the blue glaze in the hand of No. 3, and he couldn't help laughing: "Boss, I want to watch and sit down , You can make a bid if you want to receive it!"

"..."

These bosses looked at each other.

They didn't expect Yang Long to be so dare to play, and it was the first time he saw a customer just bought Wenwan and shot it on the spot.

"Boy, then I thank you for your appreciation!"

An old man stood up and sat down, took out a magnifying glass, and washed the blue glaze carefully for a long time.

His expression gradually dignified, and in the end he exclaimed: "Unexpectedly, it is really an old thing!"

"How much is it?"

The other shopkeeper next door quickly asked.

"Go up to 100,000!"

Said the old man's eyelids.

As a result, another shop owner took the initiative to say to Yang Long: "Young man, how about selling me 200,000?"

"200,000?"

The old man in charge of the palms exclaimed, "You are destroying the market!"

"Don’t bully people that you don’t understand. When you said 100,000, the young guy didn’t even change his expression."

"Then you can't lift so high at once?"

"Don't rely on me if you can't afford it. I will dare to offer this price for 200,000 yuan. What's wrong?"

Several bosses actually quarreled.

Obviously, this washing is of great value, and the hawkers and merchants around are shocked.

Especially the second generation of the mine that was sold by Chubby before, looked at this scene stupidly, swallowed several times, and couldn’t believe it was true. I actually missed such a big one.

I bought it for 3500, but now I can sell it for 200,000?

Yang Long gave a wink, and No. 3 immediately noticed. His eyesight was quickly washed and protected.

"Don't be noisy, everyone!"

Yang Long said, "Let's stop playing the dumb mystery. This was a kiln-style drum stool washing in a folk kiln during the Kangxi period. Although it was not valuable in the official kiln, if it was taken out for auction, it would have to be at least 500,000 upwards."