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Chapter 51 Chicken Blood "Chinese Stone"

Chapter 051 Chicken Blood "Chinese Stone"

"Old Mao, thank you."

When Mo Liming took over the pottery in a small black plastic bag from the stall owner Lao Mao, he was very happy and thanked him with a smile, because the "Tang Sancai" he needed for free was exactly what he needed. , although this thing is not fidelity, but it can be regarded as a first-class handicraft, Fu Yihong should like it.

"Cooperate more in the future, and next time you encounter this kind of thing, you can also help me along the way." Lao Maole said happily.

"Old Mao, I don't want to be your liar. It was purely a mistake just now. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in this muddy water. I hope to stay in this business forever, and I can't smash my own brand." Mo Li Ming replied seriously.

Lao Mao retorted with an old face: "How can I deceive people? This can only be called 'promotion', a scientific and fashionable business method."

"Defend yourself as you like." Mo Liming said, "I'll do my best. Lao Mao, I'll leave first if I have something to do."

"Okay, see you later." Lao Mao waved to him.

After Mo Liming turned around and walked away with the things, Lao Mao counted the big red bills that had just arrived, while looking at Mo Liming's back from the corner of his eyes, and murmured: " That’s great, I’ve made a month’s worth of money all of a sudden! It’s been three years since I’ve been in business for three years, that’s right, that’s right, that’s the tune!”

After leaving Lao Mao's booth, Mo Liming naturally did not go back home, but walked towards the antique street in a leisurely manner. His biggest goal of shopping today has not been achieved yet.

"No way? In such a huge antique city, I don't believe that I can't catch a 'Buddha spirit'!" Mo Liming frowned slightly and thought to himself. Shops and stalls are visited again, as long as there is such a possibility, it is "finding a needle in a haystack".

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"Uncle Biao, I'm coming!"

At the south gate of "Ancient Art and Culture Street", I saw a copper-yellow Bentley car parked on the side of the street, and the young woman who had just bought a "Tang Sancai" from Laomao's stall slipped into it quickly. car, and then she greeted a middle-aged man sitting beside her.

The man was wearing a neat suit and looked very decent. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features were correct, making him look very handsome.

"Well, I've been waiting for you for a while, let's go." The man smiled, and his eyes were full of kindness when he looked at the woman. It is conceivable that their relationship is not ordinary, either relatives or friends.

"Uncle Biao, show me something. I just bought it. Let's see if I picked up a big leak!" The woman said with a smile, and then she turned out the "Tang Sancai" female statuette for display Show that man.

"Did you buy this thing from the street? How much did it cost?" The man's sharp eyes only casually glanced at the painted pottery before inquiring about the situation.

"That's right, I'll spend three thousand and five—Uncle Biao, don't show off, just tell the truth, did I make any money?" The woman asked impatiently.

"It's not the right product. It's just a cheap handicraft. It was made in the mid-90s. The shape is not bad, but there are obvious damages and defects on the surface, and the charm is also off." The man said in a deep voice.

"So, did I miss it?!" the woman exhaled.

The man nodded solemnly, and said solemnly: "According to my estimation, the items are at most three hundred, and the price difference is more than ten times. You are not an ordinary trick. To be precise, you are being deceived. But that's right, antiques." It’s like this, you lie to me and I lie to you. As long as it’s not a crime, you can only swallow your anger if you are cheated. If you want to blame, you can only blame your poor eyesight. Xiao Yan, forget it, you have to be more careful when you buy things in the future That's it."

"What?! I was cheated?!" The woman suddenly took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of black and white almond eyes. He threw the sunglasses aside and said angrily, "Uncle Biao, I have met a liar. He was just fooling me!"

"What's wrong with you?" the man asked her.

The woman replied: "He said that the single-color 'Tang Sancai' is the best of this kind of pottery, and it is very valuable."

"He's right." The man nodded and said, "But it has to be a genuine product, or a high-end handicraft with a certain age."

"No matter what, he lied to me and caused me to waste thousands of dollars. I have to go to him to argue!" The woman blushed suddenly and said angrily, and then she opened the door without any explanation, angrily went.

"Xiaoyan's temper, hey—" the man sighed helplessly.

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Mo Liming went from one antique stall to another, but after turning around, he did not notice the aura of "Buddha spirit". After about half an hour, he walked to the antique street without knowing it. On the other side, suddenly, he raised his head and caught a glimpse of a large group of people around the intersection on the right front. Those people seemed to be watching some excitement. At that moment, Mo Liming became curious and subconsciously walked forward. Go and see exactly what there is to see.

After finally squeezing into the crowd, I saw a thin man wearing a straw hat and plain attire sitting against the wall. The man was about 30 years old, with dark complexion, like a farmer who came to the city.

At this moment, it can be clearly seen that he is frowning deeply, and his face is full of depression, as if he has encountered something frustrating.

Mo Liming paid attention to the surrounding situation with his eyes, and he found that the eyes of the onlookers were not on the man himself, but on something placed on the white cloth in front of him. glaring.

"It's such a big 'blood stone'!" When the object caught his eyes, such a thought immediately popped up in Mo Liming's mind.

Mo Liming certainly recognized that thing. It was displayed at the entrance of their company's conference room, with carved pieces of "Shuhua Jade" on one side, and so-called "bloodstone" handicrafts on the other side.

Now Mo Liming saw that strangely shaped stone with the characteristics of "bloodstone", about [-] centimeters high, slightly wider, but not thick, standing there, regardless of whether it is true or not, it is a bit worth seeing.

Seeing such a big "blood stone" in the antique street, Mo Liming naturally felt that it was a novelty, so he couldn't help but became a little interested, and looked at it carefully.

Immediately, Mo Liming noticed that there were several rows of words written in red ink on the white cloth next to the stone. He glanced quickly and saw that it was the "advertisement" written by the man, which stated his tragic experience. Said that he bought the chicken blood "Chinese Stone" from Yuyan Mountain in Changhua, Zhejiang Province for 80 yuan three years ago, and now he is willing to vomit blood for 20. "The purpose is to treat the child's new congenital heart disease. Now the child is waiting for money to go to the hospital for emergency treatment. His life and death are uncertain. I hope good-hearted people will help me. What I said is blood and tears.

"False, true and false!"

After reading the above words, Mo Liming suddenly thought, this kind of scam of selling things seems to be the most low-level scam as far as he knows. Of course, it is enough to deceive those who are new to the antique business .

——Is it because of both curiosity and sympathy!

"Hey, it really looks like the outline of a Chinese map when viewed head-up!" Mo Liming suddenly sighed secretly.

Although he already had a very skeptical attitude towards the man's actions, the mysterious "bloodstone" whose color was bright red was almost redder than cinnabar gave him a visual shock.

Whether the things on the antique market are true or not, it all depends on the judges to show their abilities.

In order to take a closer look, Mo Liming suddenly walked to the front and squatted down on the spot.

Unknowingly, he actuated the "seven-eyed Buddha spirit" on his left eye to conduct an all-round inspection inside and out.

(End of this chapter)