National Hand Medicine

Chapter 120 Two Reasons (2)
Mr. Ma carefully grasped the big blue and white pot of Yuan Dynasty, and carefully checked every detail on it, including the shape, glaze color, blue and white flowers, decorations, bottom feet and other aspects.

After a long time, he took a deep breath, then turned his head to look at Song Yunmo, and nodded solemnly, expressing that he was sure that this thing was real.

Song Yunmo got Lao Ma's confirmation, and he began to think about the price to get this thing.

The owner of this big jar knows that this jar is from Yuan blue and white, and the price of Yuan blue and white is not only known in this circle, but those ordinary people who don’t pay attention to any antiques every day know the name of Yuan blue and white, know Yuan blue and white are of great value!
Therefore, it is probably impossible for Song Yunmo to find a leak in this middle-aged man, and it may only be cheaper than the price he won at the auction.

Having made up his mind, Song Yunmo leaned back on the chair, with a faint indifferent smile on his lips, and his voice was somewhat cold and alienated: "What price do you want, tell me."

The middle-aged man looked at Song Yunmo with a nervous expression. He clasped his hands tightly and stammered a price: "Three... 3000 million..."

Song Yunmo frowned, and said bluntly, "It's too high."

"But...but I checked the price on the Internet, and at that...that kind of auction, there was a pot like this, but it sold for more than 3000 million..." The middle-aged man said, with a little more confidence.

In his opinion, the jar at the auction is not as big as his own jar, so the price of his own jar must be higher. Holding 3000 million yuan by himself should be considered very cheap!But this is also very satisfying!

But after he said that, Ma Lao on the side also laughed angrily: "Big brother, the price of more than 3000 million that I saw included the commission of the auction. After deducting the commission, the value of the big blue and white pot of Yuan Dynasty is only More than 2000 million. And I probably know the jar you mentioned, do you think your jar is better because yours is bigger?"

The middle-aged man blushed, and couldn't speak clearly: "Isn't it... isn't it?"

"Of course not!" Ma Lao said dumbfoundedly, "This antique also needs to pay attention to a legend and a story. The more mysterious and tortuous the origin of your antique, the higher its value, but your story is too simple. , the price is naturally not too high.”

The middle-aged man wrinkled his face: "Isn't the story here not mysterious enough?"

Mr. Ma didn't bother to explain—if the story of the middle-aged man's mouth that the antique world was overflowing to the brim was mysterious enough, then those other antiques and their origins could all be called myths!
The middle-aged man also knew that he had probably made a common-sense mistake, but he didn't know much about this industry, nor was he a very educated person, so he didn't feel embarrassed.

But he was still more careful, he carefully looked at the expressions of Ma Lao and Song Yunmo, paid attention to them for a while, and after making sure that they were not lying to him, he gritted his teeth and said, "You can tell me what price you want! I will think about it!"

Song Yunmo pondered for a while, and said without ambiguity: "2000 million."

"2000 million?" The middle-aged man thought about it in his mind - in fact, his family was not considered wealthy, and there was not much difference between 2000 million and 3000 million for them, and the son's medical treatment would not cost so much money, so The price of 2000 million is also acceptable, after all, the money seems to have fallen from the sky to them.

And there is Ma Lao on the other side adding fuel and jealousy: "Brother, you can think about it carefully, Xiao Song's price is not low, it can be said that you can't find a higher price elsewhere!"

Of course, this is not the case. In the hands of some collectors who especially like Yuan blue and white, this middle-aged man can get more money.

It's just that he can't earn more money if he wants to. He has no connections, and he doesn't know how lucky he is to find a big buyer like Song Yunmo, let alone other collectors.

He opened his mouth, and when he was about to agree, Su He suddenly said, "Wait!"

"What's the matter?" Song Yunmo and Ma Lao were both taken aback, not knowing why Su He would stop suddenly.

Su He's eyes slid across the middle-aged man's body quietly, and as expected, he could see the nervousness in his eyes, and the guess in his heart became a little more certain.

Su He looked at Ma Lao with a bright smile: "Ma Lao, can I have a look at this thing?"

Ma Lao is not the owner of this object, so naturally he is not good at making his own decisions, so he looks at the owner of this object, that is, the middle-aged man, asking for his opinion.

In fact, in Ma Lao's opinion, Su He's proposal is nothing. Many rich people like to hire experts when appraising antiques. If one is not enough, two are enough.Therefore, usually a good antique needs to be confirmed by several people. After all, in today's society, the crazy circulation of fakes is getting better and better.

Unexpectedly, this middle-aged man hesitated and didn't give an answer for a long time.

Su He spoke appropriately and reminded him: "Are you worried that this thing is fake and I will find out?"

She was actually asking tentatively, who knew that the middle-aged man's reaction was so strong that he almost jumped up.

"Who said I was worried? If you want to see it, you can watch it! Anyway, this thing about me is absolutely real!"

His reaction was too strong, so Su He became more suspicious.

After agreeing, Ma Lao also took off his gloves and handed them to Su He: "I didn't bring much today, so I'll just use it."

Su He smiled and shook his head: "No need."

Ma Lao and Song Yunmo were wondering if she was going to use both hands to hold a Yuan blue and white peony pattern jar, when they saw Su He open the bag he was carrying, and then took out a pair of brand new white gloves. He put it in his hand, and then borrowed Ma Lao's magnifying glass, and his whole temperament seemed to be different all of a sudden.

She picked up the blue-and-white peony-pattern jar from Yuan Dynasty, and gently rotated it in her hand, observing every detail of it.

After a long while, he put down the Yuan blue and white peony pattern jar, without pointing it out, but said very vaguely: "I don't know."

Her statement was already very euphemistic. In fact, what she meant was that she felt that this yuan blue and white peony jar was a fake.

(End of this chapter)