Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 907

"I didn't expect you to be very knowledgeable. It's true that these are gloves made of silk." Ning Caichen showed a surprised look.

"How can there be items that only the legendary gods exist? I must be dreaming." Yan Qingcheng couldn't believe it was real.

Yan Qingcheng has a photographic memory and a good memory. Working at an auction, she tried her best to make up for her historical knowledge. She has recorded the knowledge of many antiques in her mind.

Seeing the legendary treasures, she was just curious to see them. At that time, she laughed off these legendary gods and didn't take them seriously. She didn't expect to see the gloves made of silkworm silk today and put them on her hands.

"Dream your head, go away." Ning Caichen couldn't help laughing.

"Slow down." Yan Qingcheng broke away from Ning Caichen's hand, walked over, and picked up a bronze sword from the stall.

"Beauty, this is a family heirloom of a farmer, and it is a bronze ware from before the Zhou Dynasty. You really have a good eye, and you saw a good product at the first sight." The boss said with a smile on his face when he saw the business coming.

Ning Caichen feels it, there is no treasure, which means that it is not an antique but an imitation.

"Boss, you are so funny. Look at it, it was made in [-]. You said it is a bronze ware from the Zhou Dynasty?" Yan Qingcheng said with a charming smile.

The boss saw the year engraved on the surface of the bronze sword, and cursed in his heart, what a liar, why did you fake the bronze sword and engrave it with a year?

"Manufactured 20 years ago, how dare you call it Zhou Dynasty bronzes? Boss, you are too unkind. To be honest, how much do you plan to sell?" Yan Qingcheng said angrily.

The boss smiled awkwardly, and said embarrassedly: "Hey! This is a very high degree of simulation, at least one or two thousand, right? To be honest, I bought it for 5000 yuan. I have already lost more than half of the price. Is it fair?"

"Look, the degree of imitation is very high, the bronze sword is rusted, how dare you say that the degree of imitation is very high?" Yan Qingcheng pointed at the rust when they met.

The boss vomited blood when he saw this group of boys, you faked the year of engraving, you have already lost your mind, and you even painted it with rust. The purchases in the past were very reliable. How can the level of imitation products be so poor this time?
The boss looked embarrassed and blushed, not knowing what to say.

"Usual, professional language. Just watch it!" The boss said embarrassingly, still thick-skinned.

"I like to play with swords, but this sword is too imitative. Forget it, I will give you 20 yuan, and buy it as bad copper!" Yan Qingcheng said seriously.

"20 yuan, I'll throw it away. If you want to buy it, you'll need at least [-] yuan." The boss is still so shameless, asking for a lot of money even though it's a fake.

"50 yuan, forget it if you don't buy it." Yan Qingcheng said coquettishly.

"Five hundred! Don't forget it." The old man knew that it was a fake, and the degree of imitation was zero, so he would never get a good price, so he also wanted to sell.

"100 yuan, it's fine if you don't sell it." Yan Qingcheng put down the bronze sword.

"Deal!" The boss immediately made a decision.

"Give me the money." Yan Qingcheng handed the bronze sword to Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen smiled, took out 100 yuan and handed it to the boss.

Leaving the booth, Ning Caichen heard the boss muttering in a low voice, two idiots, knowing that fakes still need to be bought, the material is only a few catties of rotten copper, and the cost is 15 yuan at most.

The corner of Ning Caichen's mouth twitched, wondering if Yan Qingcheng would take a look at the goods?

(End of this chapter)