After walking through the jade area and arriving at the purple clay pot area, Mei Sandai bought more than 20 old pots. Moving up to the calligraphy and painting area, the trolleys were already full.
The third generation of coal, who was still unsatisfied, kept shouting that it was too cheap. Taking these things back, the first generation of coal would definitely be very happy.
At this time, a middle-aged woman passed me by and trotted along in a hurry.
My eyes stayed for two seconds on the scroll in the middle-aged woman's hand, and I followed her forward leisurely.
The middle-aged woman seemed to be very anxious. She was running fast in the narrow lane of the calligraphy and painting area, knocking down many calligraphy and paintings along the way, attracting side glances and scoldings from the stall owner, but she still kept walking.
Soon, the middle-aged woman rushed out of the calligraphy and painting area, fell into a shop called Lao Tianli, and knelt down immediately.
"Master Huang, just give me 80,000...my son is going to die..."
The name Lao Tianli sounds a bit off, but in the Yandu antique shop, this is a well-known century-old store.
During the Republic of China, this shop not only sold various foreign goods, but also opened its own factory to make antique porcelain for sale to the outside world. It made a lot of money for white-skinned foreigners but not gold bars and silver bricks.
He waved his hand and took the shopping cart from Meishidai, holding his ear and whispering a few words.
Within a few minutes, the third generation of coal walked into Laotianli with great excitement and led me with his hands behind his back.
This row of shops is next to the second-hand book market. Although the location is not good, it is on two floors. They also do business with regular customers.
The shop on the ground floor is not big, about thirty square meters, and the furnishings are all antique porcelain made by Tianli himself during the Republic of China.
In those years, the demand for cultural relics and antiques in China and the Pyramid Kingdom was in short supply. Lao Tianli took advantage of this loophole and forged various porcelains from past dynasties and passed them off as official kilns and sold them overseas.
Among them, there are many excellent works.
The short-limbed Mei Sandai didn't attract the owner's attention when he first entered the house, but when he saw the Bentley key hanging on Mei Sandai's waist, he straightened up immediately.
When I saw the attendant holding several high-end packaging boxes in my hands, the store owner immediately sat upright and smiled politely at Mr. Mei: "You two can take a look. If you need anything, just say hello."
He spoke neither condescendingly nor arrogantly, but then quietly took out Song Pinyuan's ten-year census. ap.
"Boss Huang, please take pity on me and give me 80,000 yuan. This painting has been in our family for three generations. If I tell a lie, I will die..."
In the corner of the shop, a middle-aged woman was still kneeling on the ground, pleading to the shop owner, Boss Huang, and bursting into tears.
"I pity you, who pity me?"
"Are you kidding? That's 80,000 yuan. In your ice city, 80,000 yuan can buy a small set of two. I don't run a welfare home."
"Don't tell me what you have been hiding for three generations. I only believe my eyes."
Boss Huang abused the middle-aged woman with his mouth, turned around, put on a smile, brewed the Pu'er in a steady manner, poured it into his mouth, and offered me a cup.
"Boss Huang, please take a closer look at the painting. When my father died, he said that this was Qianlong's chapter. Please take a closer look. My son is waiting for money to save his life..."
"Go! Go! Go!"
Boss Huang scolded the middle-aged woman with a sullen face: "You don't understand even if I tell you. Nine thousand yuan, I've already given you enough."
"If you want to sell it, I'll count the money for you. If you don't want to sell it, don't disturb my business."
After saying that, Boss Huang poured me tea again, laughing.
"What painting by Qianlong is worth 80,000 yuan?"
I pretended not to understand and asked.
Boss Huang smiled and pointed to a painting on the table casually: "It's something from the Republic of China. The painter is not bad, but it's a high imitation..."
Afraid that I might not understand, Boss Huang pointed at the painting and explained it to me.
"I was confused at the time, so I gave 9,000 yuan. This eldest sister started spending money with me. After coming for several days, she insisted on asking me to give 80,000 yuan."
"I regret it now..."
Listening to Boss Huang's words, I deliberately approached the table, pretended to be serious, took a magnifying glass to look at the painting, and pointed to the lower left corner.
Zha deliberately asked: "Is this Qianlong's?"
Boss Huang shook his head with a smile and found the Qianlong seal for me, but his eyes were quite contemptuous.
I nodded as if I understood everything and looked at the painting carefully: "Boss, this painting is only 9,000 yuan, why don't we buy it."
Before Boss Huang had time to express his position, the middle-aged woman behind him flew over and pressed the painting: "I won't sell it for 9,000. I won't sell it. I want 80,000. If I don't have 80,000, I won't sell it until I die."
At this time, the third generation of Mei also turned around and sneered at the old black painting: "I don't even want to send you hungry."
"Boss, please take out that... thing."
"What's that called?"
Boss Huang immediately put down the tea cup, opened the counter and took out the object: "This is the Northern Song Dynasty Ge Kiln Zun that our old man Tianli imitated."
"It was sold for fifty yuan at that time."
The third generation of coal turned to me: "How much is fifty oceans worth now?"
I pondered for a few seconds and said, "One hundred thousand."
Boss Huang's eyelids twitched, and his eyes were full of smiles like killing pigs and sheep: "That's about the price."
Mr. Mei looked at me, his awkward acting skills revealed a bit of embarrassment, and he was holding back a smile: "Then buy it for 100,000 yuan?"
I lowered my head and said softly: "It seems a bit expensive. Is this reliable?"
The third generation of Mei suddenly came back to his senses and immediately asked: "Yes, yes, yes. Boss, what are you doing to protect that...are you really old?"
Boss Huang's face was old and calm, and he made a solemn promise to the third generation of coal.
The next second, Mei Sandai, who had forgotten his words, stood still and glanced at me again: "Brother, what do you think?"
I responded immediately: "You are the boss. If you like it, buy it. As for the chairman, you have to answer for yourself."
After being reminded like this by me, the Three Generations of Coal finally got back on track and started performing in their true colors.
First, Boss Huang was asked to chop himself, and then he chopped three more times.
After several tug-of-wars, I finally bought the imitation Ge Kiln statue for a sky-high price of 15,000 yuan.
He happily walked out the door and continued to wander aimlessly while pushing the cart. It was not until he saw the middle-aged woman coming out dejected that he quickly followed the middle-aged woman out of the south gate.
When he found the place, he stopped the middle-aged woman and directly stated his intention.
"Sister. Can I take a look at your paintings again?"
