gifted collector

Chapter 62 You have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder
Zhu Bai frowned slightly, he clearly felt that Zhou Yafang's tone was much tougher when she came here this time than when she came alone before.

He glanced at Fang Ming who had walked aside and picked up the antiques on the shelf to look carefully. He knew that Zhou Yafang must have discussed the countermeasures with the young man in front of him, and the bottom line had been formed, which meant that If your requirements are higher than the bottom line, this time the sale will definitely be a chicken-and-egg fight.

However, he is also an old man. Although he felt that things had changed, he still kept his composure, with a smile on his face, and said, "Boss Zhou, you are right. We are so familiar with each other. A lot of nonsense Needless to say, we have discussed the resale fee before, and I have no opinion. As for whether it is expensive to take over all the antiques here for 500 million, I think it is not expensive at all. There are nearly 200 pieces of antiques in this style, and an average of one is [-], so it is not expensive at all."

After a pause, Zhu Bai went on to say: "If you think the antiques here are not worth so much money, we don't have to worry, we can appraise them slowly. You are also a veteran in this business. Although there are many antiques here, But I think there should be a result after spending ten or so days, and I can afford to wait for this."

Zhou Yafang frowned, and then let go, Zhu Bai is indeed a veteran, and immediately realized that he should close the store as soon as possible, so he squeezed himself in this way in terms of time.

"It seems that the people who roll out here in Little Antique Street have a pair of sharp eyes!"

Shaking her head in her heart, Zhou Yafang looked calm, and said, "Old Zhu, that's not how the accounts are calculated. If all the goods here are genuine, then 500 million is not too much, but you can guarantee that the antiques here are Is it all true?"

In the antique industry today, there are often nine fakes and one real one. Of course, there are some good antiques in Zhu Bai's shop, but it would be absolutely nonsense to say that they are all good things.

Of course Zhou Yafang knew this, and so did Zhu Bai, so when he heard Zhou Yafang say this, his face blushed a little. He knew the things in his shop, but he really didn't dare to say that all the antiques in his shop were real. ——If you really say that, you are fooling people. It is reasonable to say this to a layman, but if you say this to Zhou Yafang, it is bullying.

"Oh, of course I dare not say this, but even if the things here are not real, they are high-quality imitations. The money is still worth a little bit, and there are a few good things in this store, which cost 500 yuan after conversion. Wan, no loss."

The so-called high imitation in antiques refers to the fakes that are carefully scoured out using the same materials as the original antiques, but because they are so similar, ordinary people and even experts cannot tell whether they are real or not.

In recent years, especially the development of various high-tech technologies, the counterfeiting technology in antiques has become higher and higher, and the high imitation has become more and more "high". Although it also has value in a sense, it is not A far cry from the value of a real antique.

Zhou Yafang sighed in her heart. Although she knew about high imitations, these things meant nothing to her, and she didn't need these high imitations.

"As I said before, if you don't want these things, Ms. Zhou, how about taking some time to appraise them as I said just now? After appraising one piece, we will count the price of one piece."

Zhou Yafang's brows became tighter and tighter. Zhu Bai's proposal was very reasonable, but the problem was that she didn't have so much time right now.And Zhu Bai realized that he wanted to get the store earlier, so he came up with such a trick to force himself.

Looking at Fang Ming, Zhou Yafang thought that at this time, she could only rely on Fang Ming's instinct for antiques.

After entering Boshizhai, Fang Ming did not sit down to negotiate with Zhu Bai. He knew that Zhou Yafang had more experience than himself in this area, so he immediately went to the shelf to look at those antiques.

Picking up a few antiques placed in obvious places, Fang Ming's brows were immediately knit together.Generally speaking, although the antiques placed in obvious places may not be the best, they are definitely not bad, because if you want to attract the attention of the guests, you can't put some junk, but when he picks up these so-called The Pixiu on the back of the right hand did not appear at all when it was an antique.

Fang Ming had tested it before, and the Pixiu on the back of his right hand only responded to those antiques worth more than 10 yuan, so this meant that each of the few antiques that Zhu Bai placed in a prominent position was definitely not worth 10 yuan.

Raising his head to look at the porcelain vase that Zhu Bai put in the most prominent position, Fang Ming thought that unless it was a good thing, it would be too much of a disadvantage to take all the antiques in this store for 500 million.

However, with a little knowledge, from the few antiques that have been seen, it can be basically judged that the value of the porcelain vase is not much higher.

Walking up to Zhu Bai and sitting down, Fang Ming shook his head and said, "Many of the antiques in your store are worthless...

Fang Ming had just finished speaking halfway, when Zhu Bai suddenly stood up and said:

"Oh, it seems that there is no way we can finish the negotiation in a short time. How about it, I have something to do later, or we can talk tomorrow morning."

When they walked out of Boshizhai, Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang's faces were both ugly, Zhu Bai's actions just now were clearly trying to delay time.

Back at Avonzhai, Zhou Yafang couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "Zhu Bai is really deceiving people too much! Is there something wrong? There's a shit thing! Such a bad trick is used, no wonder even a good store can't continue to operate! "

Taking a few deep breaths, Fang Ming tried his best to suppress his anger, shook his head, and said, "Zhu Bai saw that we wanted to get that store earlier, so we made such a condition."

"How about those antiques in the store?"

Zhou Yafang's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming said: "It's a very common thing, 500 million will take all the antiques in his shop and we will lose a lot on this."

Zhou Yafang's face became even more gloomy. Boshizhai is next door to her. Although she said her colleague was an enemy, she would drop by occasionally. She had also seen some of the antiques inside, so she naturally knew that the quality was really not good. At this time Hearing that Fang Ming thought the same way, he confirmed his judgment even more.This is actually the real reason why she did not agree to Zhu Bai's offer of 500 million before.

"It seems that it is not easy to take down this store."

Zhu Bai is an old fox, and now he has already grasped the key points of himself and Fang Ming-knowing that he and Fang Ming want to win the store in a short time, it must be very difficult to lower the price.Zhou Yafang rubbed her brows, but couldn't think of any good solution for a while.

"Actually, maybe Zhu Bai is also very anxious to sell the store."

Zhou Yafang was taken aback, then looked at Fang Ming, and found that there was no anger on Fang Ming's face, and his eyes were narrowed, looking thoughtful.

"Think about it, Zhu Bai didn't hesitate to sell all his stores, and even used such a bad trick to delay us, what does it mean?"

Zhou Yafang's eyes lit up, yes, there must be something weird in it.She recalled that Zhu Bai had been operating in Little Antiques Street for nearly 10 years. If there was no special reason, she would not suddenly sell the store. Moreover, she and him were familiar and were colleagues, but he didn’t talk about it just now. , Said to talk about it another day, using such an explicit way to force myself to accept the price of 500 million, this is already equivalent to "money is not life".

"Since this is the case, then we don't need to be in a hurry."

A smile appeared on Zhou Yafang's face, since Zhu Bai was also in a hurry, let's see who can really endure it.

"Yes, but we still have to go first and put some pressure on him."

If Zhu Bai's request is not high, Fang Ming will accept his condition. The problem is that the antiques in the store are not very good, and he still asks for 500 million, and his money is not waste paper. Do you have to buy back a bunch of useless antiques and throw them away?
Zhou Yafang had completely calmed down at this time, she reached out to pick up the teapot and poured Fang Ming a cup, then said with a smile, "Tell me, what good idea have you thought of?"

"You said how about we get in touch with the Chengwei Museum?"

Fang Ming pinched his chin, and the words he said lightly made Zhou Yafang smile even more.

On the right of Afangzhai is Boshizhai, and on the left is Chengweizhai. Zhou Yafang immediately understood that Fang Ming wanted to increase pressure on Zhu Bai through contact with Chengweizhai.

Of course, He Lin, the boss of Chengweizhai, may not want to transfer, but what's the problem?It's just to talk, not really buy, as long as the news spreads.

"Okay! Since this is the case, how about we go now?"

Fang Ming nodded, stood up and said, "Of course, it's not too late, we'll go there now."

"Hey, Boss Zhou, what the hell is going on today? You actually came to my small shop? You don't want to pick up on me, do you?"

When He Lin saw Zhou Yafang and Fang Ming walking in, he felt very strange. Although they were colleagues, they didn't have many chances to visit each other.

"Heh, come and have a look. Of course, there is one thing I want to discuss with you."

"Oh?"

He Lin was even more surprised, but he didn't immediately ask Zhou Yafang what he wanted to say, but nodded lightly, and let Zhou Yafang and Fang Ming sit down at the tea table.

The tea leaves are slowly unfolded in the cup under the brewing of hot water, and then a faint tea fragrance permeates, and the breath slowly enters the body along the way, which makes one's mind clear.

"You two, please have some tea."

He Lin put the tea in front of Zhou Yafang and Fang Ming.

"Thank you."

Fang Ming picked up the teacup, and was stunned for a moment—the faint figure of Pixiu appeared on the back of his right hand.

(End of this chapter)