girl appraiser

Chapter 41 Yue Kiln Secret Color Porcelain (1)

It's good to be able to make money, Duanmu Baolian has never been too greedy.

"Little girl's business is good today." Even Mr. Yang laughed.

"Little girl, did you receive this painting?" Wu Shufei asked tentatively.

"Yes!" Duanmu Baolian nodded and agreed with a smile.

"How much did you charge?" Wu Shufei knew perfectly well that he shouldn't have asked such a question. Antiques are all about eyesight and experience, and picking up leaks is a common thing, even if Duanmu Baolian picked it up on the side of the road. She didn't even ask for money, and that was her skill.

Of course, Wu Shufei didn't know that Duanmu Baolian really picked up the treasure on the side of the road.

Hearing Wu Shufei's question, Duanmu Baolian looked at Mo Qingyi with some embarrassment, and said, "Mr. Wu, is it okay not to mention this question? I'm afraid that if I say so, Mr. Mo won't buy it and will ask me to return it. "

She took all the money, and she didn't have to eat the meat of her mouth, so she was asked to spit it out.

"You can rest assured, little girl." A middle-aged man next to him said with a chuckle, "According to the rules of the antique business, once the transaction is completed, both the money and the goods will be settled, and it will be irrelevant from then on. The counterfeit goods have deceived this Mr. Mo, and he can only admit it."

"Oh? Duanmu Baolian smiled. Although she had carefully studied the various rules of the antique industry, she always felt that doing so seemed a bit out of order.

"It's the truth!" The potbellied Mr. Yang said with a smile, "If you sell it cheaply, you can only consider yourself unlucky."

"Okay!" Duanmu Baolian thought of the old man who sold used books, and said, "I bought a few books for 80 yuan, and I bought them together. The old man who sold books kept scolding me for two hundred and five." Thinking of that She couldn't help but despise the old man who sold books.

"80 yuan? How many books are there?" Wu Shufei felt that he was really old. How come he has never encountered such a good thing?

"He didn't know there were paintings in the book?" Mo Qingyi also stumbled and sighed, this leak was too big.

"He knows!" Duanmu Baolian said.

"He sells it even if he knows it?" Wu Shufei sighed, "He still calls you two hundred and five, but he is two hundred and five! His whole family is two hundred and five."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words, and several people said: "If you let him know, I'm afraid he will call himself two hundred and five."

"Then how do you know that this is an ancient painting?" Wu Shufei was really curious about Duanmu Baolian.

"Doesn't this look very old?" Duanmu Baolian said, "You are on the phone, making fun of me..." As she spoke, she almost touched her fingers, she felt wronged.

"Yes...it's very old!" Wu Shufei really wanted to go buy a piece of tofu tomorrow, and forget about killing him. Does it look very old?So it's an antique?If this is how antiques are played, then what are they doing with these old antiques?

"Old Wu, you are still bullying a little girl?" Mr. Yang laughed loudly, "You are so old, you are too old to be a grandfather, and you still bully a little girl?"

"Yes, Mr. Wu is really bad!" Duanmu Baolian also laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'm bad!" Wu Jufei felt that he really couldn't care about anything with a little girl, and said immediately, "Okay, show me another old thing of yours, too?"

(End of this chapter)