Don't panic, I'm good at picking up leaks!

Chapter 132

Sister Li could tell that Qin Fei had seen the origin of this bowl: "I took the item to the store today to find a buyer, who knew that the waiter would treat it as an ordinary bowl."

"This little troublemaker." Sister Li was probably anxious just now. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she spoke.

"How much are you going to sell?" Qin Fei asked.

The value of Song porcelain is not low, and it also has the meaning of "imperial bestowal" and "promotion", so the price will naturally rise even higher.

"30." Sister Li's eyes darkened.

Qin Fei was surprised. He valued the bowl at between 120 million and [-] million. He was calculating whether he had enough money in his pocket to pay for it. He never expected that Sister Li would quote such a low price.

Sister Li saw Qin Fei's question: "This bowl is handed down from my husband's family, we know it is very valuable."

"The business in my store is good, and I can live a decent life, so I don't plan to sell it. I just want to keep it as a family heirloom."

"But since two years ago, my husband has been sick, and my son has always had accidents."

"No, I was suddenly hit by a car a few days ago, and I'm still lying in the hospital."

"I'll find someone to forget it. They say that our family can't hold back the value of this thing. Let me sell it as soon as possible. I can't ask for too high a price, otherwise it will easily lead to disaster."

"The price I want is enough for my son's treatment."

Qin Fei did some calculations and found that he still had more than 80 yuan on his card, so the 30 yuan was still affordable.

"Then I bought it."

Sister Li didn't expect to find a buyer so quickly, which saved her a lot of trouble: "That's great."

Qin Fei didn't expect that he would pick up such a big leak early in the morning, and quickly took out his mobile phone to transfer the money.

Holding a bowl brightly in his hand was always bad. Qin Fei walked not far away and saw a small store, so he planned to buy a bag.

After entering the shop, he realized that things could be framed in this shop, so Qin Fei took out the pair of Yan Zhenqing's words hidden in Li Hai's small porcelain vase in his hand, and mounted it.

Frame mounting is a delicate job, and Qin Fei waited for a whole morning to finish it.

Finally finished, Qin Fei left the shop carrying calligraphy, paintings and porcelain bowls, and was going back to Sister Rong's antique shop first.

From where Qin Fei is now, back to Sister Rong's antique shop, the straight-line distance is not very far, but there is no direct train.

If you want to take a taxi, you have to go to the street.

Qin Fei felt that he might as well walk back.

Qin Fei walked not too slowly, and he saw the shadow of Antique Street. For some reason, he sprained his ankle suddenly.

In his hand, he carried two treasures that could not be touched.

Qin Fei was startled, and staggered a few times before he managed to stand still.

But while staggering, something fell from him, and rolled down the alley along the gentle slope "gulu" "gulu" "gulu".

Qin Fei was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that it was the little soil ball on Sirius Mao, which was in his pocket all the time, but he forgot.

The little soil ball is not smooth, but it rolls quite smoothly.

Qin Fei didn't know what to think, so he hurriedly chased after him.

The little soil ball seemed to be against Qin Fei, and rolled very fast, arousing Qin Fei's competitive spirit.

He didn't believe it, he still couldn't catch up with a little soil ball!

Qin Fei hurried on, and when he finally stopped the little soil ball with his feet, he realized that there was a long row of stalls in the alley.

Most of the things on the stall are old antiques.

Wherever there are ancient objects, it will naturally attract Qin Fei's attention.

He quickly picked up the little soil ball and put it back in his pocket, then walked towards the booth.

This small stall is in an alley, so naturally there won't be many customers.

When Qin Fei arrived, there was only a short and fat man squatting there, picking and choosing.

There was someone standing next to him who looked like his little follower.

The short and fat man pinched a brownish-yellow transparent object in his hand, twisted it around, and then glanced at the ground: "You are such a broken thing, you have the nerve to call it an antique stall."

The man who set up the stall was an old man, and he must have been unhappy hearing this, so he waved his hand vigorously: "I beg you to buy it? If you don't know the goods, go away!"

The short and fat man was a little annoyed by the old man's loss of face in front of his followers and an outsider: "Your stall will not be able to sell a single thing in another 100 years. Who wants to stay here."

After finishing speaking: "Rub" and stood up.

Qin Fei's attention had long been attracted by the thing that the short fat man threw, so he didn't notice what the two men said.

When Qin Fei found the antique booth, he had already opened his perspective eyes. The brown-yellow object that was thrown away was an original incense stick of rhinoceros horn from the Western Regions.

This Western Region spice produced in the Tang Dynasty was originally recorded in "Yiyuan" written by Song Liu Jingshu of the Southern Dynasty.

However, there is no record in ancient books such as "Song History".

It's something of a legend.

Unexpectedly, there is such a thing!
The original incense pieces of rhinoceros horn from the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty are sold by gram, and it is estimated that each gram is worth more than 10 yuan.

According to Qin Fei's visual inspection, the original incense stick in the small stall is worth [-] grams, so the market value is tens of millions!

He picked up the incense block: "How do you sell this?"

"70!" Seeing that someone would ask him something immediately, the old man replied in a loud voice.

He looked at Humpty and thought for a while, and then said: "If you take it sincerely, I will give you 50."

Quite a bit elated.

50, this price is considered a big profit, so he said without delay, "I want it."

The uncle happily collected the money with his mobile phone.

The Humpty Humpty Man hadn't gone far, so he naturally noticed all of this series of actions.

With the communication he had with the stall owner just now, he naturally felt very shameless.

Originally, he had already gone a long way, but he couldn't help but turned back, looked at Qin Fei and sneered, "You poor man, pretend to be with the two of you, right?"

"Please speak with respect. I buy my things, and others sell other people's things. It's none of your business."

Tan Fei couldn't be scolded for nothing, and his voice was also bad.

"Brother Ping, he must be the old man's entrustment, and he is deliberately embarrassing us." The little follower behind the short fat man suddenly came up and shouted.

After finishing speaking, he came up and grabbed Qin Fei by the collar of his clothes: "Stop pretending to me here, I can't beat you old man, but I can beat you so hard, you know?"

"Quickly apologize to Brother Ping, Grandpa, I will forgive you!"

Qin Fei brought too many valuable items with him. He was really afraid of destroying them, so he just held the little follower's arm and twisted it hard.

After releasing the force, he shrugged the person back: "I'm too lazy to argue with you now."

Qin Fei didn't make a move, but the little follower felt the strength, so he really didn't dare to charge up, and pointed at Qin Fei from a distance: "Don't let me look at you from now on, grandpa, just look at me once!" Hit you once!"

Brother Ping looked Qin Fei up and down: "Based on my status, I feel inferior to arguing with you in such a place."

"Hold your baby well, and don't cry when it dies at home."

"I still have important matters, I don't want to bother with you."

After finishing speaking, Brother Ping swaggered away with his little attendant, and got into a luxury car at the entrance of the alley.

After the roar, he walked away.

Qin Fei ignored the two people, packed his things and continued to the antique shop.

He was about to arrive at the antique shop soon, and Qin Fei heard someone calling him from behind: "Qin Fei! Qin Fei!"

Qin Fei turned around and saw that it was Zhao Sihai.

Zhao Sihai was so anxious that his brow was sweating, he trotted to Qin Fei's side, and lowered his voice: "Qin Fei, come into my shop and have a look."

"My thing is obviously true, but now someone insists on accusing me of fraud."

(End of this chapter)