God's system descended from heaven, my sister went crazy in your circle.

Chapter 189: Clearly mark the price, refuse to counter-offer, and make no guarantee
Then, a man in Chinese tunic suit invited the two of them in. Su Ran waited for Song Nian to enter before she lifted her heels. After all, the real owner this time was Song Nian and not herself.

After entering the small courtyard, I realized that "After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly became clear. The land is flat, the houses are like, and there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboos."

This scene actually exists.

Su Ran was surprised when she looked at the decoration, but after a moment she retracted her surprise and secretly looked at the surrounding decorations.

The whole courtyard is structured like a quadrangle. There is a pond at the entrance. There are trees planted next to the rockery fish pond. In the middle of the pond is a statue of an old turtle. The doors of the three side chambers are closed. There is an old man sitting in a small pavilion on the right. The table in front of me is full of things.

Su Ran followed Song Nian quietly. The two of them were taken to the small pavilion by the person who opened the door. The man's hoarse voice sounded, "The people have been brought."

The old man raised his eyes, waved his hand, and asked people to step aside. Then he looked at the people who came and saw two young boys and girls, with eyes full of scrutiny and disdain.

"Why did that old man Song send two young chickens here? Every generation is really worse than the last."

The old man's words were full of sarcasm. Su Ran didn't think anything of it, but Song Nian choked back, "My grandfather has something to do and can't come in person, so he sent me to do the transaction. Don't worry, old gentleman. Although I He’s young, but he’s also knowledgeable.”

Su Ran raised her eyes and glanced at Song Nian without saying a word. Then the screen of her mobile phone flashed a few times. She turned sideways and looked through the messages. Unexpectedly, it was from Grandpa Song.

[Grandpa Song: Su Yatou, you are next to Song Nian, right? You stop that brat, don’t show the biggest expression he has even if the King of Heaven comes, tell him to be respectful to others, and tell him if he doesn’t obey, tell him bamboo shoots Fried meat and served. ]
Su Ran was silent for a few seconds, looked at Song Nian, then looked at the messages on her phone, and silently put the screen of her phone into her pocket.

Grandpa Song, it's too late, your grandson is choked up.

So in Song Nian, wait until you go back to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots, it’s delicious and tasty.

The old man who was choked was not angry at all. He frowned at Song Nian and snorted softly, "The most taboo thing about antiques is being arrogant. It seems that you have learned enough from your grandfather's bad temper."

Song Nian still wanted to fight back, but could Su Ran, who had just received the news from Grandpa Song, watch like this?
Of course that's not possible.

He reached out his hand and silently grabbed Song Nian's wrist.

Song Nian turned around in confusion, and Su Ran said with a smile, "The elderly version of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots still has a different taste."

"Fried meat with bamboo shoots" was probably the secret code of the grandfather and grandson. As soon as Su Ran finished speaking, Song Nian was discouraged. It was not that Su Ran didn't know the meaning of the words. After all, these words could be heard everywhere in the Sichuan countryside.

Taking into account Song Nian's mood, she did not laugh out loud, but curled her lips slightly, and let go of the hand holding Song Nian's wrist the moment she finished speaking.

Su Ran's voice was not loud, but she couldn't bear to be close, so the old man heard her. The old man looked at Su Ran with curiosity in his eyes.

Su Ran nodded slightly to show courtesy. The old man looked at Su Ran's movements and nodded slightly, but his words were still thorny.

"Boy Song, learn from the girl next to you."

"You have to go back and learn the etiquette of respect and inferiority seriously. You will not be the only one who loses face by then."

"Remember the Song family and Chen family behind you."

The old man looked at Song Nian with eyes full of disgust, but Song Nian didn't dare to speak at the moment, so he had to endure it. The old man didn't care anymore, pointed at the things on the table, and lay back.

"The prices for these items are clearly marked, and no counter-offers are allowed. I understand the rules in the industry. There is no guarantee. Everything was taken from Xiangguyuan."

The old man lay idle and didn't care about the things on the table.

However, the name Xiangguyuan is famous throughout the country, and it is a famous old workshop in China.

Much higher than the Song family, which started off by relying on antiques, Xiang Guyuan is a workshop with hundreds of years of history.

But he didn't know that Mr. Su was behind him. After all, the people behind Xiangko Garden are very mysterious.

Only then did Song Nian realize the identity of the other party and bowed down, "It turns out to be Mr. Su. I didn't mean to offend you before. Please forgive Mr. Su."

Mr. Su glanced at Song Nian with disgust and waved, "No, I'm an old man and I can't bear your bow."

"You'd better continue to act like you don't know the heights of the world."

Song Nian looked embarrassed, but knowing the old man's identity, he didn't say anything after all.

The old man lowered his eyes and sipped his tea, not looking at Song Nian again, but the words he spoke still continued to hurt his heart.

"That's right. When encountering uncertain situations, learn from what you are doing now. Silence is the best etiquette."

Song Nian could only nod in agreement with the old man's words.

Mr. Su rarely showed up, so Song Nian didn't know. He only knew that his respected grandfather was said to him and he couldn't hold back and retorted.

Su Zai's expression remained unchanged. Mr. Song had a great reputation, and he knew it well.

Seeing this, Song Nian didn't dare to brag anymore and turned his attention to the antiques on the table.
Every antique has a price tag, but
Whether it is true or not depends on your own eyes.

It's not that there are no fakes in big workshops, but there are few fakes. After all, they are afraid of ruining their own brand. But so far, there has been no rumor of the existence of fakes in Xiangguyuan.

Su Ran stood aside and watched Song Nian choose. Every antique was indeed clearly marked with a price, but they were all above one million, and some were tens of millions.

Looking at the old man's lazy posture, there is a high probability that the good goods have not been released, hundreds of millions of antiques, or more than a billion of antiques.

The old man lay leisurely, and a man in Chinese tunic suit beside him gently fanned the old man with a cattail leaf fan.

Su Ran stood nearby, while Song Nian was patiently selecting with white gloves on.

Mr. Su would make some remarks from time to time. After all, he really couldn't bear to see such stupidity being fooled in front of him.

This is just a conditioned reflex from playing antiques for decades.

But his words are still unforgiving.

Just like that, Su Ran stood aside and didn't know how many times Mr. Su scolded Song Nian for being stupid.

"Song Nian, do you think it's from the Qing Dynasty? Do you believe it when I ask your grandfather to beat you?"

"Is this how you see it? Is the knowledge learned in the dog's belly?"

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Hearing Mr. Su's defense, Su Ran looked a little funny.

When he wasn't paying attention, the man next to Mr. Su brought a chair and placed it behind Su Ran.

Su Ran raised her eyes and happened to meet Mr. Su's eyes.

Mr. Su nodded, and then continued to scold Song Nian. She was not polite, slightly curled her lips, and sat down. After all, she was tired of standing. Why stand when she could sit?