Otherworldly Merchant

The thicker the autumn color, the tongue leaves in front of the door fell one layer after another.

On this day, the idle boring Li Mazi brought some river crabs and small lobster to my shop to taste Shaoxing Yellow Wine, and the door creaked open as we were drinking.

We turned our heads and a foreigner with bright yellow hair squeezed in with a smile on his face. Then we looked back sneakingly and closed the door tightly.

“Hello!” This guy waved at us and greeted us with a mouthful and a half of unfamiliar Chinese.

“Hey, I said dude, you got the wrong door, right?” Li Mazi glanced at him and said, very much to be seen.

“Yes, yes, I'm here to sell.” When the old man finished, he touched a little box from his arms and shook it in front of us: “I heard you guys are collecting some strange little things to see if this feels interesting. ”

“I'm not interested, you foreigner.” Li Mazi lifted up the glass and took a small sip. She didn't think to say it.

“Let's see.” The old man was not angry at all. He came forward with patience, put the box on the table and slowly opened it.

The box was shattered, only as big as a fist, grey and black, as if it had just been picked up from some dump.

After opening it, there was a little man standing inside.

The little man was wearing a European style moped skirt with very elegant hands holding the horns and his head slightly raised, as if she were a beautiful little woman singing loudly.

This item is of poor taste, lots of paint has fallen off, and there is a sour smell, Li Mazi suddenly lost interest.

“What a piece of shit!” He swept with disdain: “Do you really take us for fools? Nobody wants to throw this shit on the street, and you want to hit it at a high price? ”

“Don't worry.” The old man said with a smile on his face, twisting it behind the box.

Squeak, squeak...

The box suddenly spins as the sound spins.

At the same time, the dwarf moved.

First, the two skirts took a step forward, then slowly bent over and made a bow.

Then he sang.

The sound was very bright and loud, as if a dozen stereos had suddenly been installed in my house. And very nice, gentle, sometimes high.

Along with the singing, the dwarf is still doing all sorts of moves, waving his arms, kicking and spinning his legs, and sometimes throwing flying kisses and squeezing his eyes, but only wonderfully, as if someone was actually giving a concert in front of us.

Li Mazi was obsessed with listening. He stared closely at the box and forgot to eat the spicy shrimp balls he had picked up.

The dwarves kept spinning and singing, as if they were foreign national songs, one song ending with another.

After listening to four or five songs in a row, the old man patted the box over and asked with a smile: “How's that? Isn't that nice? Are you interested? ”

Li Mazi glanced at me and looked at the foreigner: “This thing is really bad. Besides, it's broken like this, and it's worth nothing! But it's fun. What do you want to sell? ”

As soon as I heard him say that, I understood that Li Mazi wanted it very much.

There is a saying in this line: picking the wrong one is the buyer.

Anything that says how bad things are and where there are flaws, it must be a prelude to intentionally selling and starting to kill prices!

However, the foreigner is obviously not a foreigner, smiling slightly: “Boss, we are trading in antiques. Naturally, the older the better, I want a million of your Chinese grandfather Mao. ”

“A million, I think you're thinking about money. Are you crazy?” Li Mazi said, throwing the shrimp ball in his hand into his mouth and looking at him obliquely: “I think this thing is quite interesting, it's nice to put it in the house for a decoration, 100,000, if you want to stay. ”

“No, no, no, no.” The foreigner waved: “100,000 is too little, 900,000 I can consider. ”

“Two hundred thousand.” Li Mazi also added a price.

“No, no, no, the price is too small, you are too dishonest...”

“I can't accept $900,000 either. How much is it?” Li Mazi slashed the price with him and kicked me under the table.

After kicking me, he lightly lit three more times, secretly discussing with me, trying to get me to help him in the long run.

He estimated that 700 grand could be obtained by touching this thing.

Li Mazi's eyes are pretty good. This is a 17th century hairbox, also known as a spinning hairbox.

The idea is to use the clock bars to drive the midget inside to spin and add a micro record. This is an extremely rare luxury product, even in the uppermost society of the time. It is rare to pass on today, and the normal price to be placed in the old Beijing Pan Home is almost several times as high.

But this thing seems a little evil!

From the moment I opened the box, I developed a sense of extreme anxiety, but I couldn't tell you what really upset me.

“You open it again and let me see.” I pushed all the plates on the table aside, and I was twelve points spirited.

The foreigners were reluctant, but they opened the box and just stopped twisting.

I lay on the table, staring at the dwarf, and suddenly I found a lot of little black dots on her white dress. I took the magnifying glass out of the drawer and looked closely, and it was blood!

Blood has long dried up, turning black, hard to spot without looking closely, and hidden around an unspeakable pubic atmosphere.

“How did you get this?” I looked up and asked the foreigner.

“Friend, I'm the one who's selling you, and it doesn't really matter where this came from, does it?” The foreigner smiled and refused to tell the truth.

“All right then.” I put away the magnifying glass and said, "We're not buying it, you can find another home. ”

Without waiting for the old man to say anything, Li Mazi quickly kicked me under the table several times, and kept looking at me, approaching my ear and whispering: “No, Brother Zhang Jia! Friends in the circle say that there is an antique auction in Sydney next month. Most of the auctions are said to be from medieval European aristocrats. Let's get this thing over with and definitely have a big price! More than a dozen or twenty times! Are you telling me this is a fake? ”

If you can tell if antiques are real or fake, shady, and Li Mazi is far less natural than I am, but if you want to say antique valuation, resell and resell, then Li Mazi is much more professional than I am.

Now that he knows that at the Sydney auction, this kind of thing is a grab, he can definitely sell a good price at the first shot, and naturally won't give up the fat on the mouth.

“This stuff is true, it's just a little evil, I suspect it's an indescribable pussy, I'd advise you not to buy it. ”

Li Mazi listened, hey hey smile: “Dude, how dare you get smaller and smaller? What kind of business do we do? What kind of thing isn't evil? Which one's not weird? Besides, even if it's weird, isn't there still you? As long as your antique shop is here, what if this music box is a mess? There's no reason to push it out. ”

“I paid the money, I earned our share!” After that, he slapped the foreigner: “I'm not going to ink with you anymore, just half a million. If you can sell it, I'll stay. You can't sell it. You take it away, and you won't keep our brothers drinking - let me tell you this! If anyone finds out you walked out of our house and left nothing behind, you won't be able to sell it in Wuhan. ”