Siheyuan: Silly Zhu snatches my teacher Ran and cries for him

Chapter 155 50 Yuan Win

"I'm going to Nima's four digits."

Lin Anguo cursed directly.

This calligraphy work.

No signature and no seal.

I don't even know who the writer is.

Opening and shutting is that it can sell for four figures, who is this fooling?

in this era.

No matter how valuable a calligraphy work is, it will not exceed 1 yuan.

Calligraphy works that can exceed 1000 yuan.

Unless it is sold to foreigners.

But whoever dares to sell is smuggling national treasures.

That is to spend decades in prison.

Paintings and calligraphy that can sell for more than 1000 yuan can basically be called national treasures.

The paintings of Mr. Qi and Mr. Xu.

Now it's a few hundred dollars a piece.

The works of these two modern painters are more precious than antiques and curios.

Calligraphy works and paintings.

What you look at is the skill and attainments of the calligrapher and painter.

Instead of looking at the age of the calligrapher and painter.

If Sima Qian were to write a copybook, it would not be more precious than Wang Xizhi's original handwriting.

"Why do you scold people?"

"If you don't buy it, you don't buy it. What's the matter with cursing people?"

The stall owner was full of resentment, he had never seen such an arrogant customer like Lin Anguo.

Not even a guest.

In the ghost market, there are both sellers and buyers.

It's not like the relationship between the boss and the customer in a normal store.

There are no repeat customers in the ghost market.

Everyone is after selling or buying something.

Wait until dawn.

You don't know me, and I don't know you either.

Naturally, there is no saying that the customer is God.

"Swearing? You sell a fake, and you ask me for 500 yuan!"

"Even in the ghost market, you are too greedy."

Lin Anguo said with a cold snort.

When the stall owner wanted to argue with him again.

Lin Anguo had disappeared into the darkness.

However, the quarrel between the two attracted a lot of people to this booth.

""Preface to Lanting Collection" is amazing, I didn't expect that there are people selling this in the ghost market."

"Hahaha, if I would rather imitate "A Picture of Shanghe at Qingming Festival", I would not imitate "Preface to Lanting Collection"."

"why?"

"At least there are authentic works of the former left in the world, but no one knows whether the latter is in Wu Zetian's tomb or not."

"That's right, this fake is trying to sell it for 500 yuan even without a signature. This is treating everyone in the ghost market as being taken advantage of!"

"Take advantage of it? It seems that someone is going to be taken for a ride."

"Fuck! Someone actually wants to buy this fake?"

"See you soon! See you soon!"

There were at least seven or eight people around who focused their eyes on the booth selling "Lanting Collection Preface".

Lin Anguo had just left not long ago.

A person popped up and wanted to buy "Lanting Collection Preface".

This person is not someone else.

It was Yan Jiecheng.

Lin Anguo has already stirred up the atmosphere of public opinion.

It is impossible for the stall owner to sell it at a high price of 500 yuan.

want to sell.

Use this copybook for some money to go home.

We can only cherish this hard-won guest.

"Boss, how much is the copybook?"

Yan Jiecheng squatted on both legs, and put his hands and arms on his thighs.

Thief-eyed.

It looks as wretched as it looks.

The stall owner stretched out four fingers tentatively.

"400 yuan, as long as 400 yuan, you can take home such a good calligraphy work."

Yan Jiecheng hesitated for a while, then shook his head.

"Everyone around you says you are a fake."

"The fake ones also want to sell me 400 yuan?"

"If you think others say I'm being taken advantage of, I'm really being taken advantage of."

After finishing speaking, Yan Jiecheng stood up.

It seems that I no longer want to sell this copybook.

But the stall owner is so impatient.

From the bottom of my heart, I scolded Lin Anguo and the people watching the fun all over the place.

Then he chased Yan Jiecheng and shouted.

"My brother, how much can you buy?"

"Let me tell you the truth, this copybook really came from Prince Gong's Mansion."

"Even if it's a fake, it's not cheap."

Yan Jiecheng turned his head and glanced at the stall owner.

Then shine a flashlight on the side.

The number of onlookers not only did not decrease, but also increased.

In order to reduce some variables.

Yan Jiecheng started the quick bargain mode.

"If you take out the toilet in Prince Gong's Mansion and sell it to others, you may not be able to sell it for 400 yuan."

"Looking at this copybook, maybe He Shen wrote it in his spare time."

"When Prince Gong moved in, he forgot to move out."

"Seeing that the writing in this line is not bad, if you can take it back and copy it, it will cost you 50 yuan at most."

"If the price is higher than this, I might as well go to Shuimu University to find a professor to write some copybooks for me."

50 yuan.

It is also a sky-high price.

What's more, this is still for a fake.

People around heard Yan Jiecheng's bid.

They all took a breath.

"It's really rich."

"50 yuan is enough to buy seventy or eighty catties of pork."

"Why does this person look a bit unfamiliar?"

"Please, this is a ghost market, isn't it normal to look at the face?"

"It seems that a rich kid really appeared."

"Rare and rare!"

The onlookers also helped Yan Jiecheng with an assist.

When everyone disagrees.

The stall owner knew it in his heart.

It is not bad to be able to sell this copybook today.

It doesn't matter if it's 50 yuan or [-] yuan.

If it can be sold, it is not a waste of time to visit the ghost market.

Can't sell it and take it home.

No one can guarantee how long this copybook will be preserved.

"Fifty is fifty, for the sake of your knowledge, I'll sell it to you."

The stall owner took a random roll of the copybook and stuffed it into Yan Xiecheng's hand.

Then, like a robbery, he took 50 yuan from Yan Jiecheng's hand.

I'm afraid that Yan Xiecheng will go back on his word.

Yan Jiecheng spat on the ground.

I despise this kind of person very much.

If it wasn't for worrying about not being able to complete the task assigned to him by Lin Anguo.

Yan Xiecheng negotiated the price.

Maybe ten dollars can buy it.

But it worked out.

It was time for Yan Jiecheng to leave.

Lin Anguo was still helping sell things in front of Yan Jiecheng's booth.

When Yan Jiecheng rushed back.

There were actually two missing antiques on the booth.

Lin Anguo was even introducing the origin of the antiques on the booth to a customer.

"Sir, let me tell you."

"Although this bucket color vase is something from a folk kiln."

"But with this quality and texture, it's not too much to sell you 20 yuan."

"Besides, there is no imitation of folk kilns."

"If you take it home and treasure it for ten years, the value of this fighting color vase will definitely increase significantly."

last lifetime.

Lin Anguo has done business.

Chatting with customers is endless.

And he sells the real thing.

The value of each piece is not too high, and it is a real thing at a glance.

It doesn't count to cheat people.

As long as you don't cheat people in the ghost city.

It is still very easy to sell antiques.

At least most of the people who come here will have a very strong desire to buy.

Don't let Lin Anguo speak out, others will turn around and leave.

"You know it, young man."

"Twenty is twenty, I'll take it!"

(End of this chapter)