Funeral anchor: I have a building in Shanghai

Chapter 121 Did You Met an Honest Man?

[Don't play tricks on the previous ones, we don't know anything about your funeral circle, I'm just here to pick up the loopholes. 】

[That is, that small blue and white bowl, is it authentic? 】

【Have you never heard of the raging flames of the magic capital Liuli?Give the uncle a stick of incense. 】

In the live broadcast room, some old water friends began to enthusiastically tell the newcomers, who entered the live broadcast room for antiques, the anecdote of the popular science magic city Liuli fierce flames,

Especially Brother Wase, who took the initiative to ask for attention and ended up being horrific, dragged the corpse out for a while.

Liu Li glanced at Uncle Yangskin sympathetically, and ignored the remark, but looked at the small blue and white bowl that had been placed on the ground.

She said to the live broadcast room:
"The next time you come to the antique market, if you want to get started with something, you'd better learn from this old man, put it on the ground, and don't pass it by hand, otherwise you won't know who it is if you drop it on the ground."

"Especially porcelain, really touching porcelain."

As Liu Li said, she reached out to pick up the "small blue and white bowl" and looked at it before showing it to the camera.

She concealed it very well, no matter whether it was the uncle sheepskin or the water friends in the live broadcast room, no one could see the surprise that flashed in her eyes.

It's actually true!
only……

Liu Li shook his head, and asked first, "Master, how do you get out?"

Uncle Yangskin smiled and said: "Twenty thousand, a good product from the early Qing Dynasty when the door is opened."

Liu Li nodded, shook his head again, and said to the live broadcast room: "The uncle said that this is from the early Qing Dynasty, there is basically no problem, it must be from the Kangyong period."

Everyone in the live broadcast room was shocked:
[This small blue and white bowl is actually real? 】

[Two 300 years, is [-] cheap?Purchasing is not an anchor? 】

[I can't believe it, sister Liuli, do you want to stop watching? 】

Liu Li looked at the "small blue and white bowl" and said, "Just now someone said it was a small blue and white bowl, but it's wrong, it's not a bowl.

This is the incense burner. "

After she said it, the people in the live broadcast room watched it carefully, only to realize that this "small blue and white bowl" is really different from ordinary bowls.

It has a steep slope under the outer edge. It is not as round as a bowl, but it is more like an incense burner for inserting incense sticks.

"Does anyone recognize the pattern on the top?"

Liu Li pointed to the pattern on the blue and white incense burner, "The cow has one foot and looks like a dragon. This is the dragon pattern."

"This is a blue and white censer with Kui dragon pattern in the early Qing Dynasty."

Liu Li looked at Uncle Yangskin, and said casually, "2000 yuan?"

Amidst the banter of "buy at [-]% off" and "black or anchor black" in the live broadcast room, Mr. Yangskin gave a thumbs up with a smile:
"The little girl is really an expert, little thing, I'll give you an extra two hundred."

Liu Li shook her head, and put down the blue and white Kuilong incense burner.

The market price of this thing is almost 2000, 2200 is not unacceptable, and the price may not be impossible to negotiate, but it has nothing to do with picking up the leak.

Liu Li was too lazy to waste saliva.

Uncle Yangskin was not annoyed either, as soon as the price of 2000 came out, he knew that there was nothing wrong with it. Fortunately, he didn't focus here, and said again: "This product is a little small, and it won't catch the eyes of experts. Pay attention, wait a minute." There are big goods in the live broadcast.”

"Or I can pay attention to you."

Liu Li opened his account silently, and Uncle Yangpi came to pay attention contentedly, and then put something in his sleeves, and continued to smile: "Remember to watch the live broadcast later."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked away unsteadily.

Liu Li glanced at the account of Mr. Li Yangpi, who was newly followed, and raised his eyebrows. For the time being, he didn't look carefully at what he posted. Instead, his heart moved, and he looked at a place.

At the same time, the camera of her live broadcast was also aimed in the same direction.

There,

In an inconspicuous open space, an old man put down the blue package on his shoulders and spread it out on the ground into a stall.

Coincidentally, this place is exactly the location where the retired teacher just bought a fake Duanyan Fen and hunted down the stall owner.

The water friends in the live broadcast room immediately lost their laughter:

[Good guy, I'll call it good guy, this place is poisonous, one ran away just now, another one came. 】

[That place is more than poisonous, it must be written that people are stupid and money comes quickly. 】

[Routines one after another, I can't bear it. I just got a little interested in collecting antiques, but now I'm a little afraid. 】

【I can't take it anymore, I dare not come...】

Liu Li blinked, and the retired teacher came out of the alley angrily, passing by the new stall, blowing his beard and staring.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a retired teacher, he still had some self-cultivation. Liu Li doubted whether he would just spit it out.

I don't know if the money has been recovered?

Anyway, the inkstone that was like a treasure before is gone anyway.

Liu Li watched the retired teacher leave in a huff. Looking at the direction he was going, it seemed that he was heading outside the Jinshan Ghost City. Obviously, he didn't have any intention of picking up on mistakes today or for the rest of his life.

As soon as he left, Liu Li paced over and stopped in front of the new Baozhai.

The water friends who were still watching jokes in the live broadcast room were shocked:
【Anchor, don’t you want to be the second retired teacher? 】

[Don't waste time popularizing science, we want to see what's missing, we can't learn it anyway. 】

[In the future, when we see this kind of burden, let's turn around and go, let's get down to business. 】

Liu Lili ignored the barrage in the live broadcast room, but squatted down and carefully looked at the things on the booth.

One, two, three...

Pick it up, put it down; pick it up again, put it down again.

The live broadcast room was quiet first, and then it became louder:

[This wind is not in the right direction, it needs to be shipped. 】

[Is it the accident of a car accident? 】

[The homophonic infarction is on. 】

【Sister Liuli is looking for gold in shit? 】

……

Liu Li's interest was not only noticed by the fans in the live broadcast room, but also by the stall owners.

Immediately, a wrinkled face appeared in a smile.

The stall owner was also an old man. His face was wrinkled like the Manila Trench, his hair was mottled gray, and his back was a little hunched. When he saw Liu Li's serious look, his eyes lit up and he opened his mouth and said:
"Look slowly, beauty. My stall is full of good things. I just went to the countryside to dig out an old house last week and collected them."

As soon as these words came out, Liu Li's hands trembled, almost breaking an enamel snuff bottle with a picture.

The live broadcast room was even quieter in an instant.

Originally, from Liu Li's attitude, the public opinion trend in the live broadcast room has been inclined to have goods at this stall, and the anchor is going to miss it.

But as soon as the stall owner's extremely familiar words came out, the wind direction immediately turned 180 degrees.

[Let's go, let's go, another scammer. 】

[The little sisters in the night market are no longer parents and mothers running away, and they want to make money for their younger brothers to study. Why are these stall owners cheating people with one word. 】

[Miss anchor, you can't jump into this pit. 】

[Seriously suspect that Da Hei Shi was a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse. 】

……

Liu Li's mind was not in the live broadcast room at all, and it was even more impossible to argue about whether it was a live mouse or a dead mouse. She squinted her eyes indiscriminately, and reconfirmed.

When the blue bundle was opened just now, there was a flower in front of her eyes.

White, yellow, gray...

All kinds of rising.

Every cultural relic belongs to its own style, no matter how strong or weak it is, it blooms separately.

Check again, still the same.

Liu Li glanced at the stall owner in surprise, a little shocked:

It's all true!

This is an honest person?

(End of this chapter)