Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"Go and have a look."

Song Qingshan is also interested, and besides, bringing a few children today is mainly to gain knowledge.

So I took it without hesitation.

"Young man, what is the origin?"

Song Qingshan led his wife and children to the left side of the stage, and just finished standing when he heard someone shout.

"Comrade, you are a layman, don't you understand the rules here?"

"Don't ask where you came from, don't ask where it came from."

"Just look at the truth."

The young man on the stage is not very old, he looks in his early 20s, but he looks old.

There is no stage fright at all in front of so many people watching.

In this antique market.

There is an unwritten rule, that is, no matter what, as long as it enters here.

You can only ask the price to see if it is true or false.

If you ask about the origin of your way out, then others will know that you are a layman without looking.

"Young man, can you make me grow eyes?"

With a thin and tattered body, he finally squeezed to the side of the table, he asked with eyes full of anticipation.

"no problem."

The young man looked down and saw a dry old man dressed in rags, and he didn't feel disgusted by it.

Hand over the things to the ragged hands generously.

It's a mixed bag here.

There are all kinds of people, many hidden masters are big collectors, in order to avoid people's eyes and ears, they dress very strangely.

Broken Hou took the gold seal carefully.

First I looked at the shape, and then turned it down to look at the bottom.

"Yes, it's a real thing."

After about 5 minutes, Poor Hou nodded, but didn't find anything wrong with the golden seal.

"Old man, look carefully, don't punch your eyes."

Some people questioned.

"It's impossible for this old man to drill eyes. Since he said it's true, then this thing can't be fake."

But soon.

Another person knew the details of Poor Hou and stood up to defend him.

"Young man, make an offer."

Broken Hou handed back the golden seal in his hand, and then asked.

The boy did not say so.

Instead, he held out a finger.

"one thousand?"

"Young man, is your price too high? I just got a general's seal from here the day before yesterday, and it was only 300 yuan."

"High, high, up to five hundred."

Seeing the price offered by the young man, all the onlookers shook their heads.

"Young man, give me a real price."

Broken Hou intends to buy it, but he can't afford the price of 1000 yuan.

"Old man, I thought it was a hundred."

Hearing the price shouted out by everyone, Qin Huairu's pretty face was full of astonishment.

She watched the boy hold out a finger.

I thought it was a hundred.

The result is one less zero.

"Sister, such a small piece of gold is more than 100 yuan, not to mention the things brought by the ancient princes, it must be several times."

Although Qin Jingru felt that the price was quite high.

But not that surprised.

Song Qingshan laughed and said nothing.

"Grandpa, this is the golden seal of a prince. It is a status symbol, and it is carried around all year round. It has a dragon aura on it."

"1000 yuan is already very low..."

"However, if someone really wants to buy it, [-] is fine. The main reason is that my old man has recently suffered a serious illness and the family urgently needs money. Otherwise, let alone [-], [-] won't be sold."

The young man said with a look of regret.

"This is an heirloom handed down from our ancestors. I sold it today, against the wishes of my ancestors."

After hearing this, Broken Hou frowned, even if it was [-], he couldn't get it out for a while.

But he likes it very much.

Don't want to give up.

He stopped asking questions, and silently stepped aside, waiting for others to lower the price.

It's just a tattered look back.

Just retreating to Song Qingshan's side, the old man had an intriguing smile on his face.

Broken Hou couldn't help asking: "Mr., are you interested in this golden seal?".

217 Cut off Lao Tzu's money?Hurry up and invite the third master! ! !

to be frank.

Seeing the face of Broken Hou, Song Qingshan immediately assumed Yan Bugui's body.

The two are so alike.

Everyone looked in a trance for a while.

"Old Mister." Seeing that Song Qingshan was silent and staring at him, Poor Hou called out again.

"I think you're very interested in this thing. If a gentleman doesn't steal people's love, my old man won't steal it for you."

"However, you should look carefully before buying."

Song Qingshan reminded with a smile.

"This……."

Broken Hou heard the words and his heart sank, he heard Song Qingshan's words~ the voice of the outside world.

"Mr., you are saying that there is something wrong with this gold seal. I read the seal just now, and there is nothing wrong with the seal—ah."

"The weight of gold is also right."

Poor Hou explained seriously, based on his half-life experience in dealing with these antiques.

Whether it is true or not is as long as you get started.

It can be roughly seen, especially these gold, silver and jade wares, which are best when they are broken.

The weight of gold is weighed in the hand.

You can tell from the weight whether it is made of real gold.

These are not big skills, as long as you have been in contact with these things for a long time, you can tell them apart.

"Then my old man will teach you a lesson today."

Song Qingshan smiled.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of the tattered waiter, Song Qingshan came to the high platform.

After being broken, he quickly followed.

He couldn't believe that he had punched his eyes.

at this time.

All the onlookers were talking about it. With such a high price, no one would be willing to buy it.

"Boy, let me see."

Song Qingshan looked up at the young man on the stage and said.

The young man on the stage is also worried.

The price I offered at the beginning was too high, even if it was lowered to 800, no one would care.

If it falls further down.

I'm afraid no one will buy it, and most people are waiting and watching, hoping to keep dropping the price.

Now suddenly an old man came to ask.

The boy was overjoyed.

"Today's buyers are all old men. If you want to buy, old man, we can negotiate the price again."

The young man smiled and handed over the gold seal.

As long as someone asks.

You can take this opportunity to push down the price, and you have a lot to say.

If no one asks to lower the price, it will be out of control.

Song Qingshan took the gold seal and turned it back and forth to look at it.

Everyone's eyes are cast over.

"Old man, do you want to wear reading glasses? Look carefully."

"I've seen all the tattered pieces, and everything should be fine."

"Seeing how the old man is dressed, he should be able to afford it."

The crowd of onlookers said in a hurry.

They also hope that someone can buy this golden seal today, because most of the onlookers are stall owners.

If this thing gets out.

It will definitely attract more buyers to this glazed antique market, and their business will be easier to do.

"Young man, there is something wrong with you."

After a few minutes.

Song Qingshan held the gold seal in his hand, pressed the young guy on the stage and frowned and said.

"Old man, you can't talk nonsense about this. This is something passed down from my ancestors, and it is absolutely true."

The young man's expression changed.

He quickly explained with a loud voice.

"Then your family has been passed down from one generation to the next?" Song Qingshan asked rhetorically.

"Old sir, you said this thing is new?"

"Impossible, it doesn't look like a problem, old gentleman, do you just get into the antique business?"