Happy Tycoon

　　 As soon as the boss heard Yang Jing's words, his face immediately bloomed with joy, and then he directly gave a price of fifteen thousand.

　　 Yang Jing shook his head and said nothing.

The boss said anxiously: "This sir, this bottle was uploaded from my grandfather's generation. Even if it's not the blue and white of the Qianlong official kiln, it is at least a high copy from the Republic of China period. This bottle is definitely worth the price. "

　　 Yang Jing smiled and asked, "Boss, your last name?"

　　 The stall owner was taken aback, and then said: "Oh, Menggui, my surname is Wang."

Yang Jing thought to himself: "If you are named Wu, maybe I will agree to the price, but your surname is Wang, and you can't fight the fake Wu Tianming. How could this bottle be passed down from your grandfather's generation? of?"

Of course I can’t say this, but Yang Jing said: "Boss Wang, I can be sure that this bottle was not uploaded from your grandfather’s generation. It only appeared later. Before the liberation, the production system was always in traditional Chinese, that is, the upper system and the lower garment. Therefore, the production life of this bottle is absolutely impossible to be earlier than 1949. You, now, Don’t give this bottle any background. I know all these things. I just want to buy a decorative bottle for the living room at home. You ask for such a high price. How can I buy it?"

　　 The boss lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and asked: "Then how much do you plan to pay?"

　　 Yang Jing stretched out **** slowly and shook it slightly.

　　 When the boss saw this gesture, he immediately said loudly: "No, this price is definitely not good. This bottle is so good in appearance, I won't sell it to you for two thousand dollars."

　　 Yang Jing said with a smile: "Boss Wang, I'm not talking about two thousand yuan, I'm talking about two hundred!"

The face of the stall owner suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "Brother, if you want to find someone to find fun, please go to another stall. I won't let you find fun in my place. Two hundred? Two hundred consecutive. The cost of my purchase is not enough!"

　　 seemed to realize that he had missed his last sentence, and the stall owner immediately shut up.

　　 Yang Jing shook his head and stretched out a slap: "Since the cost of 200 yuan is not enough for your purchase, then I will give you more. Five hundred yuan, if you agree, I will take this bottle."

　　 The boss looked at Yang Jing with embarrassed expression. After thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Brother, this price is really too low, I can't agree."

　　 As soon as Yang Jing heard this, he turned his head and left.

When the boss saw Yang Jing's formation, he ran out of the stall and ran two steps to catch up with Yang Jing. He grabbed Yang Jing's arm and said in a low voice, "Brother, take care of your brother's business. How much do you add, it’s just the hard work for the old brother? You see, it’s freezing cold and foggy, it’s not easy for me, old brother. You’re adding some, six hundred, six hundred. Sure? You take that six hundred bottle!"

Yang Jing stopped and turned to look at the stall owner. He nodded after a little thought and said, "Okay, six hundred is six hundred. It's not easy for you in this cold weather. The bottle is six hundred yuan. I want it."

The two of them walked back to the stall. Yang Jing wanted to sign an agreement with this boss, but this boss just set up the stall. What kind of agreement was there? In the end, they could only take out a blank paper and use it on it. The pen wrote: Purchase Agreement, Jin Yang Jing, ID number: xxxxx 600 yuan in the antique market in the Lion City Railway Station, capital: Lu Baiyuan, from Wang Deyi, ID number: xxxxxx, buy art five bats One Shouguan ear bottle.

　　 Below are the signatures and dates of the two people, which is considered to have signed an agreement.

After the agreement was signed, Yang Jing counted six red old heads from his wallet and handed them to Boss Wang. Boss Wang took them and counted them. Then, with a smile on his face, he found a cardboard box for Yang Jing and stuffed it inside. After reading some old newspapers, he put the bottle in and handed it to Yang Jing.

　　 Holding the bottle, Yang Jing didn't have the thought of wandering.

　　 This bottle in my arms is very valuable. Yang Jing knows a piece of news that at an auction held by CITIC in Australia in October last year, a bottle with a similar appearance to this bottle was sold at a price of 6.9 million Hong Kong dollars, although it was sold in Qianlong. The official kiln blue and white porcelain is not that high, but 6.9 million Hong Kong dollars is almost 5.8 million national currency.

　　 Yang Jing was worried about the lack of money on the card. As a result, someone brought pillows when he was dozing off.

Yang Jing did not expect that a heavy fog drove him off the highway, and then he followed a working car to the vicinity of the Lion City Railway Station, only to find this antique market, and finally it was here. Found this weird bottle.

　　Mingmingzhong seems to be destined, this bottle is just turning around and wanting to wash it away.

　　 Holding the bottle, Yang Jing walked back to his car, took out the bottle again in the car and looked at it carefully, but after watching for a long time, he didn't figure out how the bottle was fake.

Yang Jing took out his mobile phone and wanted to call her grandpa, but when she thought that grandpa was not very proficient in porcelain, he thought about it again, and then called the old uncle and asked him if he was coming. Mr. Yang Tianmin's phone at home.

　　 This old man Yang is extraordinary~www.readwn.com~ His old man is not only proficient in calligraphy and painting, but also a great level of porcelain.

　　 But when the call was over, it was the voice of a majestic middle-aged man who answered the call.

"who are you looking for?"

The voice of this majestic middle-aged man on the phone made Yang Jing stunned, and then he remembered that Father Yang’s youngest son is now a senior official in a district in Quancheng. It is estimated that this man is the youngest son of Old Man Yang. .

　　 So Yang Jing tentatively asked: "Is it Uncle Yang? This is Li Xingwen's grandson Yang Jing. I called today to ask Grandpa Yang about porcelain. I wonder if Grandpa Yang is convenient to answer the phone?"

　　 "Oh, you are Yang Jing!" When the other side heard that Yang Jing reported his family, his tone immediately eased, "Wait a moment, I will call you my father."

　　 Yang Jing held the phone and waited for a while, then the familiar voice of Mr. Yang came through the phone.

　　 "Xiao Jing, what can you do with my old man?"

"Oh, hello, Grandpa Yang, I was going to BJ today, but when I encountered heavy fog on the road, I got off the expressway at the Lion City side..." Yang Jing used the shortest possible words to find the five that I found today. He told the story of the bat holding the shouguan ear bottle, and focused on his feelings about the bottle.

　　 After Yang Jing finished speaking, Old Man Yang groaned for a long time before he said: "I will ask you Uncle Yang to add your WeChat friends. You take a few photos and send them. I will see what's going on first."

　　 hung up the phone, Yang Jing waited for a while, and the phone vibrated from the phone. After clicking on it, a stranger called "My favorite rice porridge wotou small pickles" asked to add friends...

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