"Take off your mask. Isn't it hot in this hot day?"
"It's okay, it's not too hot. Your store has air conditioning."
"Hehe...Juan'er, bring me a pot of good tea, we have a distinguished guest."
The tea was served, which was fine Longjing green tea. The fat man took a sip, put down the cup and said, "Brother, let's open our eyes."
I directly unzipped the box, pulled open the wrapped newspaper, took out a large jar, and placed it gently on the coffee table.
The fat black man groaned, put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and looked at the can carefully, especially the bottom. He turned it over and looked at it for five or six minutes.
I didn't even wash these large white jars. They were fished out of the grave pit, and many places still contained soil.
"This thing... has engravings on it. Isn't this a Ding kiln, brother?"
I said you have good eyesight, you are taking a closer look.
He looked at it again, then frowned and said, "Is this from the Northern Song Dynasty, the Xing Kiln or the Guangzhuang Kiln?"
I say the latter.
"It turns out to be white porcelain from the Guangzhi Kiln. No wonder, although it is a local kiln, there are not many of them and it is difficult to see it in the north."
"Old people from the Eastern, Eastern and Northern Song dynasties, no problem."
He smiled and patted his belly: "I've made it clear, brother, I want it. Let's talk, let's start with tens of thousands."
This is the difference between vision and structure. Donglei, whom Ye Zi called, asked for 260 yuan, and I didn’t even want to talk to him.
"How many have you got in total? Are they all complete products?"
"There are 10 in total. The unit price is...I want this number."
I pointed four fingers at him and said with a straight face: "400,000 each."
When he heard that each one cost 400,000, the fat man laughed and said: "Come on, young man, let go of your anger. If you are too angry, you will not be able to negotiate a deal. Juan'er, bring some tea."
The beautiful woman poured two more cups of tea, and I drank one. At this time, he asked: "Are you a little less angry? Let's negotiate a price."
Didn't I just show four fingers? I smiled and took one back and said 300,000 each.
"Hey...look at you brother."
The fat black man grabbed two of my fingers and put them down. Now there was only one finger left. He smiled and said, "This is appropriate. Let's talk about this number."
He meant to negotiate for less than 100,000 yuan, and my psychological price when I came here was 50,000 yuan, so there was room.
Even if I sell a minimum of 50,000 yuan each, ten jars can sell for 500,000 yuan.
We talked from two o'clock in the afternoon to five thirty in the evening, smoked seven or eight cigarettes, and drank a lot of tea, and finally we finally reached an agreement.
One is 75,000 yuan, package discount, ten are counted as 700,000 yuan.
At that time, the price could not be said to be high or low. It could only be said that he bought it "appropriately". If these ancient porcelain jars were put up for auction today, two would be sold for more than 700,000, and the remaining eight would be given away for free.
Since the bank is closed and it is inconvenient to transfer money, I plan to find a place to stay nearby for one night. When the bank opens tomorrow, I will have a lot of money and goods, and I will send the money to Ye Zi by the way.
I don’t dare to let Ye Zi know how much I sold it for. If he asks, I plan to say that I sold it for a total of 200,000.
There is a regular hotel in the north of Yifa City. I was staying there. I was walking downstairs to buy food at night, and suddenly I saw an acquaintance on the side of the road.
It can't be said that they are acquaintances, but they are acquaintances. What is their name... called Ma Fengfeng?
Just the one selling dyed chicks. She made a fortune in the experimental elementary school before, so why did she end up here?
Because I was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, and I was a little far away, she didn’t recognize me.
There was a bicycle parked next to Ma Fengfeng, and there was a big bamboo basket in front of her. It didn't take much to figure out that there were dyed chickens in it.
At this moment, her face was red and her saliva was flying. She was arguing with a man. The saliva probably splashed on the other man's face. The man became angry and suddenly kicked her in the stomach, knocking Ma Fengfeng down.
The kick was so heavy that Ma Fengfeng couldn't get up while holding her stomach.
The man kicked her big bamboo basket over again, and the dyed chickens scattered all over the floor, chirping non-stop.
Since it was on the side of the road, seven o'clock in the evening was a crowded time. Many people were watching the excitement, but no one paid attention.
Seeing the chickens running onto the road, Ma Fengfeng held her stomach and stood up forcefully. She reached out to catch some.
The man laughed, kicked her again, and stomped several dyed chicks to death.
I just walked a few steps, suddenly!
The sound of several motorcycles came from the distance, rumble! Boom!
Arrive in the blink of an eye.
A total of three motorcycles came, with three people on each vehicle, all young people.
The leader was a young man with a crew cut in a vest. He immediately dropped his motorcycle and ran over. His face was livid and angry. He pointed and cursed: "Damn it! How dare you beat my sister! Brothers! Beat me." Kill him!"
The man who kicked Fengfeng and trampled the chicken to death didn't even react yet, in an instant! If these young people gather around him, he will beat them!
He was beaten to the ground, and they all wore hard rubber-soled shoes. The gang kicked the man directly on the head, and blood flowed all over the floor.
The man put his head in his hands and shouted: "Stop fighting! Brother, stop fighting! I was wrong!"
"Who the hell is your brother!"
"The dog basket beats my sister! If I don't break your leg today, my surname will not be Ma!"
The young man took the solid steel pipe from the motorcycle and came over angrily, seeing that this gesture was serious.
There were people watching around, and this young man held up a steel pipe and cursed: "What are you looking at! Get out of here!"
At this time, Ma Fengfeng ran over and grabbed the man, and said with an ugly face: "Hurry up and don't beat him up. Do you want to piss our dad off to death?"
"Sister! He bullies you! How can I ignore it!"
Ma Fengfeng's expression softened and she said I was fine and let him go quickly.
Someone in the crowd watching the excitement just called the police, and a police car came over.
Brother Ma Fengfeng ran over quickly, raised one foot up, and stomped on the man's head a few times.
Then he put his head in his hands and squatted down honestly.
"What are you doing! What are you doing! Stop!"
The ground was in a mess. The police came over and called an ambulance using the intercom. He turned to look at the young man squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, frowning and said: "Ma Jieyuan? It's you again, you don't want to come out, right?"
"Haha," the young man said with a smile, holding his head, "I was wrong, I shouldn't hit people."
Ma Fengfeng hurriedly explained: "Officer, this is my brother. He didn't hit anyone on purpose. Someone bullied me just now. Please, don't arrest him."
"I came back to the hospital and told him to send the person to the hospital first, and then do whatever he wants."
The young man was taken into the police car. He said, "Sister, please go back. I was overly defensive. I went in to eat steamed buns for two days and then came out."
"you!"
Ma Fengfeng bit her lip tightly, her expression unclear whether she was angry or anxious.
Two police cars came and took away the young men on motorcycles.
The crowd dispersed, and those colorful dyed chickens were running around on the ground. Ma Fengfeng grabbed the corner of her clothes and turned her head around in confusion.
For a moment.
Across the road, she and I looked at each other.
