Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 41

"300?"

Liang Bingru looked at Tang Sancai placed on the counter.

Although she doesn't know much about antiques, she has learned from some antique appraisal certificates and her father Liang Jinyan that even the Tang Sancai made by Song Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty has a market price of more than six figures, and the genuine Tang Sancai handed down from generation to generation is simply rare. , the price is immeasurable, let alone millions, tens of millions are possible.

Especially the one on the counter now, the color is transparent and pure, the appearance is complete without obvious flaws, and the size is so large, it can be said to be extremely rare.

"Master Song, look carefully, there is no fake?" Liang Bingru knew that she was asking too much, but she couldn't help but say it.

The line of sight almost never leaves Tang Sancai.

She didn't notice that Song Yijiang, who was standing opposite, hid in the eye slit behind his glasses, flashing a hint of ridicule and playfulness.

"Miss Pingru, I was too conservative about the authentic painting of Leng Mei," Song Yijiang said in a voice that only Liang Pingru could hear, "I am sure about today's Tang Sancai, and it is absolutely safe."

While talking, he kept paying attention to the changes in Liang Bingru's expression.

"If the boss knows that Miss Pingru has decided to buy such a rare Tang Sancai ornament, he will definitely hand over Tianbaozhai to you with more confidence."

"Seeing that the day of the annual big competition is coming, I think the other three stores have already secretly made efforts. On the day of the big competition, I dare say that this one may not be the most expensive, but it must be the most shocking. .”

When Liang Bingru came down from upstairs and saw the Tang Sancai brought by the middle-aged man for the first time, her heart was already slightly moved, but now hearing Song Yijiang's words, she has already made up her mind to buy it.

Now, the only thing that makes her hesitate is the price of 300 million.

Liang Jinyan had authorization, like Song Yijiang and Shen Yunfeng, two appraisers, who can decide to buy or sell antiques of about 20 yuan, and the authority given to Liang Bingru is 200 million.

According to Song Yijiang's estimate, if the middle-aged man is willing to make a move of 300 million, there is still a gap of 100 million.

Song Yijiang looked at his words and guessed what Liang Pingru was worried about now, so he took a step forward, lowered his voice and continued: "Miss Pingru, 300 million is just my estimate, our bid must go down, or I will go there first Offer to see his reaction?"

"Well, that's fine." Liang Bingru nodded.

I also have a preliminary plan in mind, if it is around 260 million, I will make a decision to buy it, if the middle-aged man insists on 300 million, I will call my father Liang Jinyan for instructions.

Seeing that Liang Bingru nodded in agreement, Song Yijiang turned around and was about to negotiate the price with the middle-aged man.

After walking two steps, the middle-aged man's cell phone rang, and he frowned and looked at it for a few times, then threw it on the counter with his backhand, ignoring it.

"Boss, why don't you answer the phone first, it's over." Song Yijiang said with a smile.

The middle-aged man looked very irritable, scratching his head, took out a cigarette, and was about to light it when he took out the lighter. Song Zhong wanted to stop it, and the middle-aged man stopped lighting the cigarette by himself.

Because he had already seen the sign saying no smoking in the store.

Putting away the lighter, he waved his hand at Song Yijiang, and said, "It seems that we have negotiated to make a bid, so let me hear what you say."

"Okay!" Song Yijiang stepped forward and said, "Hengxing's bid for your Tang Sancai is"

The mobile phone left on the counter rang again, Song Yijiang glanced at the middle-aged man, and did not continue talking.

The middle-aged man looked at the caller number, frowned and answered, "Hello, Captain Wang, it's me."

He nodded apologetically towards Song Yijiang.

".I know, I understand, I definitely understand the policy. Migrant workers cannot be owed a penny of their wages."

At this time, Liang Bingru also came over, looking at the frowning middle-aged man who answered the phone.

In less than 2 minutes, the middle-aged man hung up the phone and exhaled a long breath. Liang Bingru and Song Yijiang noticed that in just a short while, the middle-aged man's forehead had already soaked a layer of fine and dense beads of sweat.

Liang Bingru and Song Yijiang exchanged glances and nodded slightly.

Song Yijiang walked up to the middle-aged man with a smile on his face, and said, "Our offer from Hengxing."

"I don't have the time to talk to you guys." The middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted Song Yijiang, "280 million, I'll take the shot, if it's missing, I'll leave immediately."

"280 million?" Song Yijiang laughed awkwardly, "Business is all about negotiation and quantity. You must ask us to pay back the price, right?"

The middle-aged man scratched his hair, glanced at Song Yijiang, sneered, stopped talking, and started to wrap Tang Sancai.

Song Yijiang still wanted to speak, but the middle-aged man stared back.

Song Yijiang wiped off his cold sweat, and cast a look at Liang Bingru.

"Sir, your asking price is indeed a bit high." Liang Bingru stood by the counter, looking at the middle-aged man, "240 million, I can transfer the money now if you agree."

The middle-aged man glanced at Liang Bingru, "Since you have spoken, I will give up a little, 270 million, otherwise, we will have an interview."

The movements of the hands did not stop at all, and the Tang Sancai was carefully wrapped with yellow silk.

Liang Bingru frowned, and pursed her thin lips.

When Song Yijiang, Song Zhong, uncle and nephew looked at the middle-aged man again, the expressions on their faces became a little less friendly.

In his eyes, the small owner of the dignified Hengxing antique shop is worth 10 yuan?
"Blindly wasting my time." The middle-aged man put the wrapped Tang Sancai into the box, carried it up and walked towards the door.

"280 million, I'll transfer the money to you now." Liang Bingru bit her lip and said.

"Excellent!" The middle-aged man laughed, turned around and walked to the counter, and pushed the box in front of Song Yijiang, "Don't look at things, transfer the money quickly."

Song Yijiang glanced at Liang Bingru, and handed over the middle-aged man's bank account.

Liang Bingru took it, glanced at it, and began to transfer money.

The middle-aged man was sitting on the stool, looking at Liang Bingru who lowered his head to transfer the money, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but bend into an arc.

At this moment, the store door was gently pushed open.

Seeing the young man who opened the door, Song Yijiang, Song Zhong's uncle and nephew all frowned at the same time.

There was also an imperceptible change in the expression on his face.

Disgust, disdain, and worry!

"Oh, there are customers in the store." Shen Yunfeng glanced at the middle-aged man, was slightly taken aback, nodded with a smile, then glanced at Song Yijiang and Song Zhong indifferently, seeing that Liang Bingru was busy, he didn't have the nerve to disturb him, and turned sideways to the back go.

Surrounded by a group of people at Zhenyuxuan, and angry at Yuan Dongliang who got carried away just for petty gains, Shen Yunfeng opened the store door and left regardless of the boss or the factory manager.

Before leaving the store, he left a sentence: Fatty Yuan, if you dare to sell chalcedony like this, we will break up our relationship!

Hurry up and get to Tianbaozhai already past 10:30 in the morning, half an hour later than he and Liang Bingru had asked for leave.

He was merciless, he held back all the way.

When Shen Yunfeng pushed the door and came in, Liang Bingru had just entered the last zero of the amount, and had already started to enter the transfer password.

Seeing Shen Yunfeng walking towards him from the corner of his eye, he moved his body slightly to let him pass.

"What is worth so much money?"

Following this question, Liang Pingru clearly felt a warm breath coming from the tip of her ear.

(End of this chapter)