world famous doctor

Chapter 322

At night, he used the repair function of the famous doctor system to repair the ceramic jar.

Unexpectedly, the tiny cracks on the ceramic pot have disappeared, and the glaze surface has become more moist, with clear blue and white, and a translucent texture.

Under the sunlight, the visual effect is even more dazzling. The glaze surface has a naturally formed grid pattern and looming clam light. When you rub it with your hands, it feels smoother than yesterday.

Zhou Chen was ridiculed by everyone, but he felt that his eyesight was right. Today, he brought a ceramic pot and planned to sell it at the antique market for a good price.

When they arrived at the market, they divided up their things.

Zhou Chen imitated that small vendor, found an empty seat at random, squatted in the antique market, and set up a street stall.

There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and those who didn’t know the goods just took a look and left. Occasionally, the highest price of a few people who knew the goods was only a few thousand yuan. Zhou Chen couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Could it be that there is no Can you really know the owner of the goods?

By noon, he hadn't met a satisfactory buyer. He felt that he couldn't wait any longer and had to take the initiative to find a buyer.

He came to an antique shop. At first glance, the decoration of this antique shop is quite luxurious, and it should be able to afford a high price.

Entering the antique shop, Zhou Chen put the ceramic jar on the counter.

The man looked at it and asked, "How much do you charge for this clay pot?"

Zhou Chen stretched out a thumb and a little finger, and said, "6."

The clerk in the antique shop looked again, after all, he dared not make decisions on such a high priced item, and if he bought a fake, he would have to pay for it himself.

He said: "Please wait a moment, I will call the boss."

As he said that, the guy took the ceramic jar into it.

After a while, a boss wearing sunglasses came out from the counter, holding a ceramic pot in his hand, and asked, "How much do you think this ceramic pot will cost?"

Zhou Chen repeated it, saying, "6."

"6? Did you see that big vase next to my gate? That's what I bought for 6."

Zhou Chen looked in the direction pointed by the boss, and there was indeed a large vase by the door. He took a closer look and found that the large ceramic vase was made of a traditional porcelain vase and coated with a new technology of glass fiber reinforced plastic resin. Its shape is simple and simple. Atmospheric, thick texture, real and delicate hand-painted effect, it should be worth the price.

Zhou Chen praised: "That big vase is really good."

The boss pushed down his sunglasses, looked at Zhou Chen blankly, and said, "But your ceramic jar can't compare with it. How about this? How about 1000 yuan?"

1000 yuan?

Zhou Chen laughed. He felt that this was not a price that a knowledgeable boss could call out. He didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't have any sincerity at first glance.

Zhou Chen said, "It's not for sale anymore."

When he picked up the ceramic pot and was about to go out to find other buyers, the moment he held it in his hand, he felt that the weight seemed to be much lighter.

Zhou Chen stood at the door, held up the ceramic pot, and looked inside at the mouth of the bottle. There was no sign of "Iron Straight Clothes" anymore.

Immediately, he turned back into the shop again, placed the ceramic pot heavily on the table, and said in a solemn voice:

"This is not the ceramic jar I just showed you."

That's right, his Qing Dynasty blue and white ceramic iron was taken into the inner hall by the boy just now and adjusted.

The boss took a puff of smoke, let out a puff of smoke, and said arrogantly: "Why isn't this your clay pot? If it weren't for my lack of a urinal these days, who the hell would give 1000 yuan? Buy such a crap like you."

Zhou Chen was too lazy to talk to him, and shouted: "This is indeed not my clay pot, take out my clay pot!"

The boss was confident, stretched out a slap, and asked rhetorically, "You said I changed your bag, what evidence do you have?"

Zhou Chen stopped talking, clenched his fists tightly, and stared at him.

The boss thought for a while, and Tuo finally compromised. He stood up and said, "Okay, I'll take you to our back hall to see which one is yours on that cabinet, and you can take it away, lest you falsely accuse me of switching the package."

Standing in front of the counter in the back hall, which was full of ceramic pots, Zhou Chen looked up and saw the last one in the bottom row from the first row above, none of them belonged to him.

He said, "My clay pot is not here."

The boss's face darkened, and he became impatient: "Boy, don't be shameless, you said I changed your bag, I will take you to the counter to pick it for you, and you don't want it, are you deliberately picking things up?" ?”

Hearing the boss's high-pitched voice, several security guards realized something was wrong, came over, and chased him away: "Don't make trouble here, go quickly."

Zhou Chen angrily reprimanded the security guards, "Go away."

The boss chuckled and said jokingly, "What? You kid still want to rely on me for dinner?"

As the boss said, he winked at the security guards, and the security guards stepped forward and pushed and shoved.

Zhou Chen was suddenly angry. He raised the fake clay pot in his hand and slammed it on the floor, breaking it to pieces.

He walked towards the door and saw the big porcelain vase at the door. He stepped forward and kicked it to pieces, and then rushed out.

The security guard subconsciously glanced at the boss, and asked, "Boss, the vase at the door is worth tens of thousands, that kid kicked it to pieces, and let him go like that?"

The owner of the antique shop stared at Zhou Chen's leaving back, and gritted his teeth with hatred: "It's not that easy. He is the first kid who dares to come to my shop to make trouble. Find a few brothers and unload him."

"Yes, boss."

Several security guards had to leave.

The boss walked back to his office, put the clay pot hidden under the table on the table and looked at it carefully. He looked left and right, and smiled proudly. He secretly calculated that this so-called blue and white iron from the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty was worth at least ten dollars. Tens of thousands, he felt that he found a bargain.

Zhou Chen walked out the door, disappointed, and prepared to go home.

"Zhou Chen?"

It was Shen Meng again.

He just finished shopping today and is preparing to go home.

She walked up to Zhou Chen and asked, "Why, did you sell your urine jar?"

Zhou Chen sighed and said, "I met a few profiteers, and they hacked me."

"Then you just left? Did you buy it for 1 yuan?"

Shen Meng felt aggrieved for him.

Zhou Chen turned to smile with relief, and said:

"It's okay. When I left, I also smashed some valuable things on him. In fact, he didn't take advantage of it."

They walked through the narrow street, when several burly men suddenly appeared, blocking their way.

As soon as Shen Meng saw that the person was not kind, she was so frightened that she immediately retreated and hid behind Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen knew without thinking that this was ordered by the owner of the antique shop to take revenge. He said coldly:
"Good dogs don't get in the way."

"Dare to kick our boss's vase, and live impatiently."

As he said that, one of the strong men swung a sharp long knife and slashed at Zhou Chen.

At the critical moment, Zhou Chen's nominal system sensed that the host's personal safety was being threatened, and the system immediately took over Zhou Chen's body.

Zhou Chen reached out and grabbed the opponent's wrist, and slammed it hard, causing the knife to fall to the ground.

The faces of the other strong men darkened, and they slashed at him with heavy murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)