Reborn in the 90s, Get Rich Little Hot Wife

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Old Master Yan took the Phoenix Blood Jade in Bai Meimei's hand, looked at it again, touched it, and then said with certainty: "It's true."

Bai Meimei was overjoyed and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

A trace of regret flashed in the eyes of Mr. Yan, and he said with a smile, "I had a flying dragon blood jade before. If it is still there, it should be a couple."

Bai Meimei's eyes widened. The blood jade that Mr. Yan has collected should be very valuable!
She opened her mouth in astonishment, turned her mind a bit, and asked hastily, "There's a hole in it, isn't it worthless?"

Mr. Yan shook his head: "It is rare to see such a well-preserved blood jade unearthed in the Tang Dynasty. Although there are a few flaws, it does not affect its high value."

He added: "Because of this hole, the stall owner probably thought it was a counterfeit, otherwise, he wouldn't let us buy it."

Retro anti-aging is very popular in the antique world, and cracks are one of the reasons for the most intuitive judgment of ordinary appraisers.

Bai Meimei suddenly realized, and looked at Mr. Yan with special admiration, "You are really amazing!"

Mr. Yan said modestly: "It's just a coincidence."

Bai Meimei chuckled: "That's your skill too. Thanks to you, if I have a child in the future, I can give her a family heirloom."

Mr. Yan glanced at Yanjing Mountain, who had magical eyes after Bai Meimei finished speaking, and laughed loudly: "Okay, then let's go and see if we can find some more family treasures."

Probably, Bai Meimei gave Mr. Yan a special motivation. Mr. Yan went through countless stalls energetically, and finally found something worthy of his attention.

The stall owner was a farmer, and what he was selling was a painting, "Shrimp and Crab" by Qi Baishi.

Qi Baishi's shrimps are famous all over the world, but the paintings of shrimps and crabs together are rare.

Many people surrounded the stall owner, all of whom were intellectuals who had studied ancient paintings.

The more famous the work, the more counterfeit it is, and the more difficult it is to identify it.

The stall owner insisted that his ancestors used to be Qi Baishi's relatives, and went to Qi's family to help. He didn't ask for wages, so Qi Baishi gave this painting as a gift, and it has been carefully preserved by the ancestors. Maybe take out the painting and sell it.

When you have an emergency, you need money!
Everyone couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, so they wanted to wait for the stall owner to wait and kill the price.

Mr. Yan walked into the crowd, squatted on the ground and only took a few glances before asking, "How much?"

The stall owner has said this sentence many times, "50! Not a penny less!"

Although the stall owner is in a hurry to spend money, he is not a fool.

He firmly believes that his product is genuine, and there must be someone who knows the product.

Mr. Yan smiled, and looked at Yan Jingshan: "Then buy it, and leave an heirloom for your children."

A rare embarrassment flashed across Yan Jingshan's face, without doubting Mr. Yan's judgment, he said to the stall owner: "Hua, we want it, come with us."

The stall owner didn't react for a while, and asked in a daze, "Where are you going?"

Bai Meimei smiled and said, "Of course I went to the bank."

The stall owner glanced at them and confirmed anxiously: "Really? Are you trying to deceive me?"

Mr. Yan smiled and said, "No, we really want to buy your paintings."

The stall owner was sitting here, receiving cold stares from everyone, all accusing him of extortionate prices, the lion opened his mouth, and Mr. Yan didn't even ask, and let the young people around him buy it, his eyes were hot immediately, and he said excitedly: "Okay!" , OK, I’ll go with you.”

He sat up and rolled up the scroll, and a middle-aged man with a beard next to him couldn't stand up anymore, and wanted to grab it: "I offer 55, you sell it to me!"

Bai Meimei frowned, "We've already bought them!"

Hu Shun sneered coldly: "Isn't it that the money hasn't been paid yet! What did you buy?"

The stall owner saw the person who spoke, and immediately darkened his face.

Just now the man insisted that his painting was a fake, and Lian and others lowered the price to 1 yuan to force him to sell the painting.

Now seeing someone wanting to buy it, they rush out to grab it again, it is really hateful.

He clearly knew that the painting was genuine!

Knowing that he was in a hurry to treat the child, he still used this method to deal with him, forcing him to sell paintings when he had to.

If Mr. Yan hadn't appeared, if he couldn't bear the pressure, maybe he would have succeeded.

So what if you give him 55! 50 yuan is more than enough to treat his grandson's illness.

The stall owner said with great backbone: "You, I won't sell it!"

Hu Shun was stunned for a moment, adding 5 yuan, the old man would not sell it!Is the brain sick?

Bai Meimei said hello in her heart.

Hu Shun stared at Mr. Yan resentfully, thinking that he was the stall owner's entrustment, and said gloomyly: "If you miss this village, there will be no such shop. Don't regret it."

55 is already the maximum he can give, and he could have earned a lot, but who knows, Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway.

The stall owner gave him a blank look, and was about to follow Bai Meimei and the others after he got his things.

Hu Shun held his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "60! Will you sell it?"

An extra 10 yuan is equivalent to half a house in the city center!
Sure enough, the stall owner hesitated.

With 10 yuan, it is impossible to earn so much in a lifetime of farming.

With this 10 yuan, you can buy two small buildings in their county.

When the stall owner's will was at war, Mr. Yan suddenly looked at Hu Shun and said, "We can give the money right away, can you?"

There is a method in the antique world. After a middleman finds a genuine item in the market, he can contact the buyer who collects the item, and he can earn a high price difference from it without having to pay.

Most of the real goods that Mr. Yan received in the past were obtained by Hu Shun, an antique shopper like Hu Shun.

Hu Shun's method is also one of their common methods.

Sure enough, when Mr. Yan said this, Hu Shun showed a fierce look at them.

The stall owner had a bad impression of Hu Shun, so he immediately asked vigilantly, "When will the money be paid?"

The middleman usually collects the full payment from the next person in two installments, the first deposit and the second payment after the goods are appraised.

At the very least, the process will take several days, and stall owners who are in a hurry to spend money will definitely not be able to afford to wait.

Hu said by the way: "It's a rule in the road, give money for seven days, no one will deceive you."

However, when the stall owner heard this, he felt that Hu Shun was wasting time and wanted him to force Mr. Yan to leave, and no one would pay so much money to buy paintings from him and force him to sell them at a low price.

He said decisively: "I won't sell it to you, get out of the way!"

Hu Shun's eyes widened immediately, "It's not that I won't give it to you! It's just a few days later, I can advance your grandson's medical expenses first."

The stall owner looked at Mr. Yan and confirmed again: "Can I give all the money by going to the bank?"

Mr. Yan smiled and nodded, "Of course."

The stall owner said firmly to Hu Shun: "I have already made up my mind, and I won't change it!"

Hu Shun has already contacted the next family. As long as he gets the goods, he can earn more than 100 million yuan by changing hands!It has been a long time since I have eaten big meat, how could I watch it run away.

Hu Shun glanced at them fiercely, and a few thugs stood behind him, threatening the stall owner, "I'll give you another chance, otherwise, you won't even want a penny."

(End of this chapter)