Chapter 43 From fifty to eighty thousand

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Standing in the cultural relics store full of cultural relics, after reading the text message sent by Lei Dazhuang, Nie Pan's mood suddenly relaxed a lot. His frown, which had been frowned, also unfolded, and his confident smile returned to his face.

In addition to 30,000 yuan as the ransom for Xiao Fei, there is still the gratifying that he has never been betrayed by his brother in Nie Pan's heart. Even this feeling is more secure than the 30,000 yuan. After all, being betrayed by his brother is really an extremely uncomfortable thing!

He took out his bank card and looked at the card number. Nie Pan quickly edited a text message and sent it to Lei Dazhuang, and finally attached a sentence: If you don't marry the flowery girl you said, I will ruin you, and I will have a fucking face for me!

A few minutes later, the head said back: Hey hey... Panzi, don't worry. After the marriage, I have planted it in advance. Hey hey... Isn't it sharp enough? After my child is born, you have to be his godfather. I will use online banking to transfer the money to you immediately. Everything depends on you. Don't let him fool around like this again after coming out...

"Well, this boy feels more mature than before..."

Nie Pan said deeply, then put his mobile phone in his pocket and looked sideways at the old man who had been sweeping around the celadon bowl with a magnifying glass: "Boss, how much do you think this bowl is worth?"

"Uh-huh... Well, I haven't figured out what kind of thing it is..." The old man didn't look up and looked at the bowl over and over again with a confused face.

Nie Pan put his hands in his trouser pockets and said with a relaxed face, "Old man, this is a bowl in the Song Dynasty. It's been 800 years old. This is a treasure. You see, this product is preserved like a new one. There is no gap. You can make a price. As long as you know the goods, the price is almost the same, I will sell it to you. . "

When Nie Pan was talking, he went to see the little dragon girl. He saw that the little dragon girl was leisurely visiting the antique shop. He looked at the murals on the wall, looked at the old alarm clock, and then looked at a few pieces of jade on the shelf. He had no reaction to Nie Pan's idea of selling her bowl at all. Nie Pan was afraid that the little dragon girl would not give up this belt. At this moment, seeing the little dragon girl's indifferent appearance, she couldn't help asking, "Longer, I'm really going to sell it. Will you regret it?"

The little dragon girl looked at Nie Pan faintly and said, "What's the nostalgia for a bowl?" You can sell it. I have told you several times. As long as you think this bowl is valuable, you can sell it. Don't ask me again and again.

While Nie Panru was relieved, he felt that he had some mother-in-law. He embarrassedly stroked his hair and smiled at the little dragon girl.

The boss took off his presbyopic glasses and said to Nie Pan, "Young man, this bowl is not easy to identify! From the pattern, it seems to be from the Song Dynasty, but the color seems to have just been burned. I am also a veteran who has been in contact with cultural relics for decades, but I can't see the end of this bowl at all. I'm afraid it's mostly a forgery. Just tell the truth. How much do you want to sell?

The boss's vision is also good. This bowl is true of the Song Dynasty, but it has only been burned for seven or eight years. It was the little dragon girl's mother-in-law who took care of her at the 14th year at the market under the south of Zhongnan Mountain. Although the boss felt that the pattern of this celadon bowl was Song. During the reign of the dynasty, it was only seven or eight years old, so it was judged that this bowl was mostly a delicate product.

"Boss, since you know how to do it, you'd better make a price. I can use my personality to guarantee that this is really a bowl during the Song Dynasty."

While answering the boss's words, Nie Pan set a bottom line for himself in his heart: 10,000, no less than a penny!

The old man didn't say anything and stretched out five fingers to Nie Pan.

"Five thousand?"

Nie Pan's heart sank, and his heart was itchy with hatred. "Sure enough, there is no business. The old man opened his mouth and cut off half of it for me. Do you want me to sell it or not?"

"Ha ha..." The old man smiled but didn't answer, just shook his head like a rattle.

Er, isn't it 5,000, is it 50,000?

However, Nie Pan feels that this possibility is not very great. According to Nie Pan's vision, this blue porcelain bowl of the Song Dynasty is worth about 10,000 yuan at most. This old man looks like an connotic. It is absolutely impossible to pay him a price of 50,000 yuan, unless he is stupid or pay himself 50,000 yen!

"Five hundred?"

Nie Pan gritted his teeth and asked, cursing in his heart: I XX, your granddaughter, OO, you old man, really dare to bid, or do you think I'm a young boy who doesn't know the goods, whatever you want to fool...

When the boss gave the price, Nie Pan almost fainted, "What, fifty? Did I hear you right?"

"Yes, you heard it correctly. It's just fifty. It's just a fork. I don't think fifty is worth it." After saying that, the boss licked his tongue and returned the bowl to Nie Pan.

Nie Pan didn't say anything. He picked up the bowl and left. If it hadn't been for the old man's age and gray hair, he would have been eager to beat him up and make you bullied. It would be too much!

"Young man, slow down. Let me have a look at your bowl..."

A woman in the store next door shouted Nie Pan. Nie Pan turned his head and saw a woman who was about 30 years old and dressed in fashion. She was the boss of collecting cultural relics next door.

Since Nie Pan entered the old man's cultural relics store, she has been looking outside the door. When Nie Pan took out the bowl from his bag, the female boss was in front of her eyes, but there were rules, not to mention that the two families were neighbors. It was not convenient for this woman to blatantly solicit customers. Unexpectedly, the two did not negotiate. Nie Pan hugged him angrily. A bowl that made her heart flutter went out of the store, which made the woman who had been staring over her overjoyed.

"You don't have to look at it. People in the market don't know the goods at all." Nie Pan was still angry by the old man and said angrily to the female boss.

"Ha ha, young man, don't be angry. You can't say that. Everyone in our industry pays attention to eyesight. What others can't see may not be worthless in my eyes. Let's go and come to my store and talk about it." The woman greeted Nie Pan with a smile.

Hearing what she said, Nie Pan's anger mostly disappeared. Thinking that the woman said the same thing, not to mention that he was waiting to use the money, so he held the celadon bowl and prepared to follow the female boss into his store to talk about the price.

"Pony, that's a forety. Although it looks very similar to Song porcelain, it has been burned for less than ten or eight years. I advise you not to look at it." The old man wearing reading glasses was bowing his head and continuing to study the ancient book. Hearing the dialogue outside, he held his glasses with his hand and greeted loudly.

The woman surnamed Ma smiled and said, "Ha ha, Uncle Zhao, you are busy. I have my own measure." Then she led Nie Pan into her store, and the little dragon girl followed Nie Pan into the store without saying a word.

Entering this cultural relic store, Nie Pan glanced at it roughly. It was similar to the decoration of the old man next door, but the things on the shelf seemed to be more simple and exquisite.

The female boss surnamed Ma took the bowl from Nie Pan, with an expectant face, and then carefully held it to his table, turned on the lamp, took out a magnifying glass from the drawer to carefully scan the bowl. Nie Pan did not bother to pay attention to her. He thought that his next door only paid 50 yuan, but he was afraid of this woman. People's eyesight is not much better!

The woman couldn't put it down and looked at it for half an hour. Finally, she put down the magnifying glass and smiled at Nie Pan and said, "Young man, how much do you want to sell it?"

"I'm not going to sell it. People here basically don't know the goods. I'm afraid that the price will scare you."

Nie Pan tested the bottom line of the female boss with defense as the attack. As he spoke, he touched the bowl from the table and stuffed it into his bag.

"Oh, hey, this is a baby, young man, slow down, slow down... Even if you don't sell it to me, you can't be so rude." The woman held the bowl in her distressed hands to help Nie Pan stuff it into the bag.

Oh, is it possible that this woman really knows the goods and can see that this bowl is a cultural relic?

Nie Pan originally wanted to make a price, but after thinking about it, he decided to continue to defend. He put the bowl into his backpack, pulled up the zipper and carried it on his shoulder. He took the little dragon girl's jade hand in one hand and wanted to leave. "I'd better take it to Beijing. I guess we don't know the goods here, and good things can be regarded as a fore."

At this moment, even Nie Pan himself can't figure out how much this bowl is worth. Normally, this is indeed the porcelain of the Song Dynasty. It should have been worth a lot, but it has only been produced for seven or eight years. Should it be positioned as a cultural relic with a history of 800 years, or should it be positioned as a product? Where is the ordinary bowl that has been in the kiln for eight years?

Nie Pan was also confused for a moment, so he didn't take the initiative to make a price. Let's see how much money this female boss can pay. If she pays another price of 180 like the old man next door, she won't bother to pay attention to her.

"Don't go, young man. Let's discuss it. You see, I'm sincere to buy your bowl. You say the price. Don't leave without talking. As the saying goes, business is not benevolence and righteousness. Even if we make friends and chat..." The woman desperately took Nie Pan's arm and said.

Looking at this woman's anxious appearance, she almost cried. She grabbed Nie Pan with her hands desperately, for fear that he would fly away as soon as she let go. Nie Pan felt that this woman might be a master of goods, so he stopped and said, "Since you want to buy so much, you can pay a price. However, I'll put the words first. If you think I'm a layman and want to lie all over, let's avoid talking as soon as possible!"

The woman frowned and thought for a long time. She gritted her teeth cruelly and stretched out five fingers to Nie Pan again.

Nie Pan was furious when he saw it and said to himself, "Do you guys fucking know this number?" Or do you mean to amuse me?

Just about to get angry, I thought that this woman should not be anxious about something worth 50 yuan, right? Maybe what she said is 5,000 yuan. If she really gives 5,000 yuan, I will sell it, but I have to try again...

Nie Pan pretended to hold out a finger and said solemnly, "If you want to buy it, just count it, otherwise you don't have to talk about it!"

The woman looked at Nie Pan's firm expression and gritted her teeth again and said, "Young man, the price you said is a little higher. I can only pay 80,000 yuan at most. If you can sell it, I will immediately go to the bank to withdraw money from you. I really don't dare to accept the price of 100,000 yuan. In case I can't get rid of it, I will pay for it."