"Boss, if you don't let me get started, how will I know whether this thing is good or bad, and how much is it worth?"
Qin Yang was talking, but he did not continue to reach out for the object.
After hearing his question, a trace of embarrassment clearly flashed across the stall owner's face.
It seems that this stall owner is indeed a newbie and has not had much experience selling antiques before.
He just heard that setting up stalls in this antique street could sometimes make a lot of money, so he jumped in.
But he barely understands the rules of the antique industry, and he doesn't know where he got these goods from, thinking that he can trick each one.
But as Qin Yang said, if you don't even give me a chance to get started, how can I know if your thing is real or fake? Then what's the price?
"If the boss wants to see it, then go ahead, but you have to be careful. If it falls to the ground and breaks, you have to pay my price for compensation."
Although the stall owner didn't know much about the rules of antiques, he was a veteran. He didn't feel embarrassed for long, and just kept talking to himself.
In short, after getting it into your hands, you are not responsible.
"That's natural!"
Qin Yang didn't dwell too much on what happened just now. He reached out and took the little Pixiu in his hand, but a look of helplessness appeared on his face the next moment.
"How about it, boss, can my jade Pixiu still catch your eye?"
The stall owner was full of energy and once again praised the little white Pixiu. He was frothing at the mouth, as if there was nothing in the sky and nothing on the ground.
"Boss, do you think this is white jade?"
Qin Yang was really convinced by the stall owner. He first asked, and then said: "This is obviously plastic!"
With Qin Yang's current eyesight, he can tell what materials these things are made of even without using his mental power.
This Pixiu did indeed look like the color of white jade, but as soon as Qin Yang got it, he found that the weight was wrong.
If it were white jade, he would dare to eat this brave animal.
"Boss, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense."
However, the stall owner was a little anxious, especially when he saw several stall owners next to him looking at him with gloating eyes, he felt that his face was very embarrassing.
It's just that his family knows his own business. The stall owner naturally knows very well what material this Pixiu is made of, and he feels that this business may be ruined.
"Okay, then make a price!"
Qin Yang didn't worry about the material anymore. Although this Pixiu was made of plastic, it was polished and lifelike. This was why he fell in love with it at first sight.
Qin Yang knew that it was rare to find a good thing, or a real thing, in the stall outside.
But as long as you have the eye and see something you like, what’s the big deal about the material?
Qin Yang just liked the shape of this little Pixiu. He felt that if he bought it as a gift to Niu Niu, she would definitely like it, so it didn't matter whether it was plastic or not.
"It turns out that the boss wants to lower the price, so you should have told me earlier."
Suddenly hearing Qin Yang's words, the stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then felt that he had discovered the truth, and a smile appeared on his face again.
He felt that the person in front of him was not sure whether it was white jade at all, and just wanted to use this statement to negotiate the price to the lowest price.
If the other party really sees that it is plastic, how can he still ask for a price? Who would buy a plastic Pixiu back?
Isn't that blasphemous?
"I'll be honest with you boss, this white jade Pixiu was consecrated by an eminent monk from Jiangfo Temple. If you wear it with you, it will protect your home and ward off evil spirits, and everything will go well for you!"
The stall owner was very eloquent, and soon he gave the so-called "White Jade Pixiu" a consecration blessing.
If the other party wants to lower the price, then the stall owner must want to trick people into death.
In today's society, there are fewer and fewer wrongdoers, but you don't encounter them casually.
"Consecrate? Consecrate the plastic Pixiu?"
Hearing what the other party said, Qin Yang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said in a dumbfounded voice: "Then this eminent monk in Jiangfo City is quite boring."
Qin Yang had heard of the so-called Jiangfo Temple.
It was indeed a large temple in Chujiang City or Jiangnan Province. There was a lot of incense inside it, and many people really believed it.
But in this case, it is impossible for those eminent monks to consecrate other people's things casually.
It’s even less possible to consecrate a fake plastic Pixiu. Wouldn’t that be self-destructive to your reputation?
"That's nonsense. I'm obviously a white jade man. If you say something about plastic again, I'll fall out with you."
The stall owner seemed to be furious. The other party pointed out the matter again and again. Wasn't this kid deliberately trying to cause trouble for him?
"Okay, okay, Jade Pixiu, okay?"
Qin Yang followed the good example and nodded in agreement, then brought up the old matter again and said, "Then you should give me a price!"
To be honest, Qin Yang really wanted to see what kind of price the seemingly shrewd stall owner in front of him could offer for such a small plastic Pixiu?
"Seeing as you are sincere, let's do this. I'll suffer a little loss and I'll give it to you for the cabbage price of 20,000 yuan!"
Under Qin Yang's gaze, the price that came out of the stall owner's mouth immediately made him stunned.
"Twenty thousand? What's the bargain price?"
Even though Qin Yang was well-informed, he was stunned by this offer.
Why the hell don't you go and grab it? What kind of cabbage is it that costs 20,000 pieces?
Qin Yang felt that even if this was really a white jade Pixiu, it would be impossible to sell it for a sky-high price of 20,000 yuan even if it was so big, not to mention that it was still plastic.
"What's your expression? Do you know that the items that have been blessed by the eminent monks of Jiangfo Temple cost at least 100,000 yuan? I'm giving you an advantage."
The stall owner didn't seem to feel that he was opening his mouth to the lion at all, and the next moment he came up with a consecration statement.
This kind of metaphysical thing is strange to say. Generally speaking, if you believe it, it will work. If you don't believe it, it will not work.
And once you firmly believe that these things can bring you good luck, money will no longer be money.
Take Jiangfo Temple, which Qin Yang has heard of, as an example. The incense sticks sold on the first day of each month are said to have sold for millions, and are also being competed by many big bosses.
As far as Qin Yang knows, the richer the boss, the more he believes in Feng Shui theory.
Even some officials firmly believe in this, which is also an important reason why Jiangfo Temple is becoming more and more popular.
When the stall owner talks about consecration, it is meaningless to talk about the value of the Pixiu itself.
It seems that the stall owner also knows that the other party recognizes that this is not white jade. If this is the case, let's change the explanation.
Now the most important thing about this Pixiu is not the material, but the magic power given by the eminent monk.
As long as it is something that has been blessed by the eminent monks of Jiangfo City, even if it is a piece of straw or a lump of mud, if it sells for ten thousand or eight thousand, there will probably be people fighting over it.
(End of chapter)
