Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 601 is the finishing touch
"I don't know what valuable antique Baji Sanren bought." Wu Xuan said curiously.

In this antique market where there are many fakes, there are only a few priceless antiques.

After layers of screening, there are already very few left.

It can be said that Mr. Qin was extremely lucky to succeed this time, and it is estimated that Baji Sanren did not have such good luck.

The two walked on the third street, looking around.

Mr. Qin's deep eyes radiated an elite light and fell on a booth.

In the foam box, lay a small and exquisite cup quietly.

Old Qin's eyes fell on it, hot and excited.

Wu Xuan was also stunned, because after his careful observation.

This humble cup has a value completely out of proportion to its size.

Fair cup!
Three words lingered in Wu Xuan's mind.

This is definitely a treasure of extraordinary value, and he will never be wrong.

Fairness cup is an ancient cup for holding tea. As the name suggests, it is extremely fair and can measure the concentration of tea soup to achieve a perfect ratio. It is also called "sea of ​​tea."

In ancient times, the justice cup had a wide meaning, and it could be used to compare the competition or wait between two people to prove justice.

Now that he met the baby, Mr. Qin would not let it slip away from his fingertips, so he walked over quickly.

Unexpectedly, at this time, I met Baji Sanren.

His gaze was also fixed on the justice cup on the booth.

Elder Qin exchanged eyes with him, and fierce sparks burst out.

It can be seen that both of them want to take this justice cup into their pockets.

But they know that they can't compete openly, otherwise the store will see that this is a peerless genuine product.

No matter how much money you give, you won't sell it.

"What did you buy?"

The Baji Sanren displayed the antiques in his hands happily.

Wu Xuan was surprised that this was actually a piece of Erge kiln porcelain.

It is extremely exquisite, without the slightest flaw, and is comparable to the Ming Xuande stove in the hands of Qin Lao.

Mr. Qin was obviously a little surprised, but then fell silent, and showed his treasure: "Ming Xuande stove, it's just as good as yours."

Baji Sanren curled his lips in astonishment: "Don't be complacent, our value is similar, so it's obvious that we can't tell the winner."

He looked at Wu Xuan and asked, "Quickly tell me if your master cheated."

Wu Xuan quickly shook his head: "The world can learn from it, Mr. Qin definitely relied on his own strength to collect this Ming Xuande stove."

Baji Sanren nodded slightly: "It seems that your strength is not bad, but you must win or lose."

Elder Qin's gaze was always on the justice cup, and none of the passers-by paid attention to this treasure.

It also gave them a chance.

Because the fineness of this justice cup is so good, it is too new.

"How about this, if we win the fairness cup first, we will win, how about that?" Elder Qin suggested.

"No problem." Baji Sanren nodded brazenly.

But the problem now is that both of them are quietly watching the antiques on the booth.

But no one opened their mouths, because if the shrewd shopkeeper noticed the extraordinaryness of this justice cup, he would miss a good opportunity.

Elder Qin and Baji Sanren watched for more than half an hour, but they still hadn't made a decision and were extremely entangled.

The stall owner was a little impatient, but his face was still full of smiles: "My lords, do you have any treasures that you fancy? Take them home and store them."

Baji Sanren nodded slightly, but he frowned and didn't speak.

The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched twice, and his smiling eyes fell on Mr. Qin.

Elder Qin rolled his eyes at Baji Sanren and didn't respond.

Depend on!
These two old men can't be thieves.

The stall owner's heart was extremely messy. He felt that if he let the two people in front of him touch his antique treasure, he would be bald.

Wu Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, there was no way out of such a blind stalemate.

After a long time, the store will definitely see the flaws.

In desperation, he had no choice but to make a move.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this ancient painting?" Wu Xuan asked, pointing.

Elder Qin and Baji Sanren looked at each other without saying a word, ready to see what Wu Xuan would do.

The stall owner almost cried out, what a savior.

Finally someone willing to speak up.

He chuckled: "Master, your vision is really unique. This is the treasure of our store, the finishing touch of a famous painter of the Ming Dynasty!"

Wu Xuan raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The stall owner threw out good words: "I see the grandeur of my grandpa, and I believe that if you take this painting back home and mount it, it will definitely make your overall color luck to a higher level."

Wu Xuan wanted to laugh out loud, maybe the stall owner was a fortune teller before.

It's so easy to say that it looks more and more like looking at the face.

Wu Xuan pretended to enjoy the praise very much, and said with a smile: "Then tell me, what is unique about this ancient painting."

"Got it!"

The stall owner was secretly delighted. Even the famous appraiser couldn't detect this fake painting after high imitation.

If he can sell it now, he will make a small fortune.

"Look at the coloring and the drawn lines, the most exciting thing is here, it's the finishing touch!"

The stall owners came one by one.

As the owner of the antique market, if he is not eloquent, how can he survive in the highly competitive antique market.

Wu Xuan nodded and stroked his chin: "It's really good, just tell me, it's a one-off price."

The stall owner was overjoyed, but on the surface he showed embarrassment, as if he was reluctant to give up his love.

"Hey, this is the treasure of our store, but I see that I have a relationship with you, young master, so I will give you a friendly price."

He stretched out two index fingers, interlaced together, forming a "ten" shape.

Wu Xuan said lightly: "Wan?"

The stall owner slapped his hands, with a look of praise on his face: "Look, I just said that I have a destiny with you, my young master. This point is in my mind."

Wu Xuan waved his hand: "No problem, it's all small money, the most important thing is that it can improve my luck."

The stall owner was very surprised, feeling that he had met the rich man.

He felt a little regretful that he didn't ask for more, but it was extremely worthwhile to sell a fake for [-] yuan.

Wu Xuan was also secretly delighted that this ancient painting was introduced by the shop owner.

He confirmed with certainty that it was definitely a painting from the Ming Dynasty.

The guy thought he bought a fake.

The owner of the shop happily packed this ancient painting for Wu Xuan, and said: "If you have something you like, please tell me."

Wu Xuan nodded, his eyes seemed to scan the booth casually, and suddenly fell on the fairness cup.

He said casually: "add another 1 yuan, and sell me this justice cup, just because there is a lack of a tea set for drinking tea at home!"

The stall owner's eyes fell on the justice cup, and he recalled the origin of the justice cup.

It was a migrant worker who was short of money, so he sold the cup directly to a friend, and he took it when he saw that it looked good.

At that time, it only cost a few hundred yuan, but now it can sell for [-] yuan, and he was too late to have fun.

(End of this chapter)