Ye Zhiqiu only felt a red light floating into his eyes, and waves of warm breath moistened his eyes. After a while, inexplicable energy spread from his eyes to his body.
After a few seconds, the strange energy gradually disappeared.
"I don't know which country these two young men are from? Maybe Qi? Or Yan?"
"However, I can guarantee that it is definitely a real antique! I don't want more, just give me 200,000 yuan!"
Mrs. Wang looked at the two people with a smile on her face.
Shen Chaoyang was startled: "Old lady, two hundred thousand? You want too much, right?"
"I often watch treasure appraisal programs on TV. Many ancient coins are not worth that much at all. Some are only worth a few thousand, or even a few hundred! Those worth tens of thousands are not many!"
"You want two hundred thousand for this one, I'm afraid no one will take advantage of you!"
The old lady wasn’t angry either: “That’s because they don’t know the goods!”
"You two young people, it seems that you have gone to college, are educated, and have good manners. You two can't let me, an old woman, suffer, can you?"
Shen Chaoyang and Ye Zhiqiu looked at each other and smiled helplessly. This old woman was a bit dependent on her old age and was morally kidnapped.
"Old lady, if you say that, we have no choice but not to buy it! Whoever wants to buy it can buy it!" Shen Chaoyang said, putting the knife coin back.
Mrs. Wang's face fell. She didn't expect that these two young people would not accept this trick.
"Old lady, let's do this. You can make it cheaper and give us a real price. We all want these four sword coins!" Ye Zhiqiu said as he held the genuine Qi Dao coins in his hand without leaving any trace.
"Five thousand yuan, we all want it!"
A cunning light flashed in Mrs. Wang's eyes. She could have sold hundreds or even thousands of dollars, and she would have been satisfied. As for the two hundred thousand yuan per handful, they were simply asking for a sky-high price, and no one was willing to be fooled.
If a sincere buyer can't help but lower the price too hard, he can make a lot of money.
The five thousand yuan Ye Zhiqiu offered was the lowest price she could bear.
"Five thousand yuan? I have 20,000 yuan, and I want four of them!" Before Mrs. Wang could speak, she only heard the voice of a young man.
Shen Chaoyang turned around and his face turned dark: "Xie Wenwu? Are you everywhere?"
"What? This market belongs to you? Only you are allowed to come, but I can't come?" Xie Wenwu sneered.
"You two are really well matched. One is a poor guy, and the other is pretending to be fat. No wonder we can become brothers in need!"
Xie Wenwu is a classmate of Ye Zhiqiu and Fatty, and his family background is twice that of Fatty.
Fatty was relatively low-key when he was in school, and his classmates thought he came from an ordinary family. The fat man likes a girl Yuan Xiuxiu, but he never mentions her family background. Yuan Xiuxiu has not expressed her position yet, but unexpectedly, Xie Wenwu shows off his wealth without any scruples and instantly wins his love.
Fatty and Xie Wenwu formed a deadly feud. Although Yuan Xiuxiu later learned that Fatty's family background was not much worse than Xie Wenwu's, she did not think that Fatty was deliberately keeping a low profile. Instead, she thought that he was deliberately trying to be a free hand. Fortunately, she was not fooled. .
"You want a handful of 20,000 yuan?" The fat man was not angry at all, but instead provoked Xie Wenwu.
Xie Wenwu sneered: "Fat man, you still want to provoke me with this little trick of yours? I just want it! Ye Zhiqiu, put down the one in your hand, it's all mine!"
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head: "Do you understand the rules of the antique industry? We haven't reached an agreement yet. What's more, I picked up this knife coin? Are you so robbing it?"
"What rules? Why are there so many rules? Of course, whoever pays more belongs to him! The so-called rules are made by the strong for the weak!" Xie Wenwu said with a sinister smile on his face.
Ye Zhiqiu snorted coldly: "Okay, I won't give you these knife coins. If you want to buy them, just get those three."
"Whoever pays the most belongs to whom? Then, you might as well pay a high price to buy these three sword coins, so as to save the old man from being exposed in the wind and sun!"
At this moment, a man in his forties walked over, with a thin face and a wisp of beard under his chin. His eyes were as big as mung beans and flickered with bursts of light.
"Master Hong, look, are these coins real?" Xie Wenwu shouted as soon as he saw him.
Master Hong hurriedly stepped forward, glanced at the three sword coins on the ground, and then looked up at the one in Ye Zhiqiu's hand. Ye Zhiqiu's heart skipped a beat, this master didn't know what he was selling, right?
Unexpectedly, Master Hong only glanced at it, then lowered his head and looked at the three sword coins on the ground.
He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and examined the three sword coins carefully. After a few minutes, he said excitedly: "Master, these three sword coins are from the Qi State in the late Warring States Period. , and has collection value!”
"Each one is now worth 30,000 yuan! After collecting it for a few years, the price will definitely increase several times!"
Xie Wenwu was overjoyed and looked at Ye Zhiqiu: "What about the one in his hand?"
Master Hong shook his head: "Although that one is in the best condition, it is a fake made by later generations. It is made of brass and is not valuable at all!"
"The Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were the Bronze Age. Counterfeiters cut corners and made everything inside, with only brass on the surface. They only applied a layer of bronze paint on the surface! They could only deceive those ignorant laymen!"
Xie Wenwu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, old man, I bought these three knives for 30,000 each, and I'll give you 100,000! I don't want the one he's holding!"
Mrs. Wang smiled brightly, and many of the wrinkles on her face disappeared.
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Master Hong with a confused expression. Can such a waste also be an appraiser?
But the fat man Shen Chaoyang had an angry look on his face. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly grabbed him: "Forget it! Forget it, isn't it just a few sword coins? What's so big about it? We'll look at the rest later!" "
As he spoke, he kept winking at the fat man. When the fat man saw Ye Zhiqiu's expression, he immediately shut up.
Xie Wenwu transferred 100,000 yuan to Mrs. Wang and proudly held up the three coins: "Fat man, Ye Zhiqiu, are you the only two who still want to learn how to pick up leaks? Can't you keep up with the heat even when you eat shit?"
"Do you need me to pay for this one for you?"
Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said: "If you want to pay, I'm just asking for it!"
Xie Wenwu curled his lips: "What a beautiful idea!"
Ye Zhiqiu ignored him and looked at Mrs. Wang: "Old lady, he bought all the valuable ones. This one is worthless. It should be cheaper, right? Two hundred yuan!"
Mrs. Wang waved her hand: "Young man, if you like it, take it. I'll give it to you!" She just made a hundred thousand dollars and didn't care about the two hundred yuan.
"How can that be possible? It's not easy for you either!"
Ye Zhiqiu winked at the fat man: "Fat man, give my mother-in-law two hundred yuan!"
