City's Appreciation Eye

Chapter 7
"Haha, nice flowerpot!"

He Mingtang stroked his beard and looked at him calmly.

"What do Mr. He think of this thing?"

Bai Hao asked lightly.

"Since my nephew has even taken out this thing, it is obvious that he has encountered difficulties. Don't worry, our two families are family friends, and I will definitely help you!"

He Mingtang waved his hand boldly: "Well, you leave this flower pot and go to the account to withdraw 1000 yuan!"

"1000 yuan, hehe!"

Bai Hao sneered, grabbed the flowerpot, turned around and left.

"Nephew Bai Xian, what do you mean?"

He Mingtang knocked on his crutches with some displeasure: "This flower pot is worthless at all. This old man is only willing to help you because of your father's face. It's just such a high-end product. When you go out, turn right and there is a flower shop. It’s no problem to buy three or four for ten yuan!”

"It seems that uncle is not sincere. If so, I'll go to another house to see!"

Bai Hao shook his head and walked out of the gate.

"Wait a minute!"

He Mingtang shouted to Bai Hao in a panic.

"Nephew Bai Xian, can I have another look at this flower pot?"

"Didn't uncle say that it's a bunch of high-end goods that cost ten yuan at this time? Didn't it dirty uncle's eyes!"

"Cough cough!"

He Mingtang laughed dryly: "My dear nephew, I am getting old and my eyesight will inevitably be dim. I didn't see clearly just now!"

"Hehe, I hope uncle can see clearly this time!"

Bai Hao smiled, and handed the flower pot to He Mingtang.

He Mingtang took out a magnifying glass, squinted at the flower pot and studied it carefully for a long time before stopping.

"Nephew, how much do you want to sell your flowerpot for?"

Bai Hao smiled without saying a word, and stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?"

He Mingtang's eyes flickered.

Bai Hao shook his head.

He Mingtang frowned: "20?"

Bai Hao still shook his head.

"Snapped!"

He Mingtang patted the flowerpot on the counter impatiently.

"Bai Hao, you want 200 million for a mere broken flower pot. I think you are crazy about money!"

"Hehe, uncle, you misunderstood me!"

Bai Hao's eyes were burning.

"What I want is 2000!"

"What did you say, 2000 million?"

He Mingtang was stunned, wondering if he had heard wrongly.

"Hahahahaha, 2000 million? Bai Hao, I think you are crazy!"

Responding, he laughed sarcastically.

"I admit that this three-color vase is indeed an antique, and its appearance and shape are very good, but after all, it is just an imitation of the Tang Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty. It is already the limit to support 200 million yuan. How dare you want 2000 yuan? Wan, I really don’t know what to say!”

"Hehe, so the so-called Seven Treasure Pavilion is nothing more than that!"

Bai Hao shook his head with indifferent eyes.

"Boy, what do you mean?"

He Mingtang's face darkened: "Since I entered the industry, I have appraised no less than [-] pieces of antiquities in my hands, and I have never drilled them. It is your turn to question...Huh?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was surprised to see Bai Hao grabbed the treasure-protecting hammer on the counter.

"Bai Hao, what are you doing..."

"Snapped!"

Just as He Mingtang was about to speak, Bai Hao struck the flowerpot with a treasure-protecting hammer.

Seeing this scene, He Mingtang was stunned.

Throwing your own things at the slightest disagreement?Well, let’s say it’s 100 million!The brain is sick!
Crack...crack...

When the hammer fell, the flower pot did not shatter, but cracks like spider webs opened, and there seemed to be golden light shining in the cracks.

"Huh...that's not right..."

He Mingtang shrank his pupils and stared straight at the flower pot.

wow...

The dingy glaze on the surface continued to fall off, revealing the lustrous colored ceramic glaze like jade fat, in which gold wires were inlaid to depict patterns, which were dazzling and dazzling.

"This...this is..."

He Mingtang has a long mouth, with an expression like seeing a ghost.

"Tang Sancai Gilt Dragon Vase!"

Bai Hao's eyes burned brightly: "The five-color glaze and the gilded dragon pattern are the sacrificial vessels of the Tang Dynasty royal family, and they are also the most important treasures of the country!"

"This is impossible?"

He Mingtang stared at the gilt bottle in front of him, his eyes were full of puzzlement: "It's clearly..."

"You want to say that he is obviously real, why should he coat the outside with a layer of glaze to make it fake?"

Bai Hao smiled lightly and said: "The Chronicles of the Ming Dynasty records that in the 12th year of the Apocalypse, aliens invaded the imperial capital and looted valuable treasures. Wang Ye, the minister of Honglu Temple at that time, was ordered to transfer the treasures from the palace to prevent them from falling into the hands of foreigners. !"

"If I'm not mistaken, this Lord Wang used this trick to deceive people from other races!"

"Let's take a holiday with the truth, and pretend to be fake!"

Hearing Bai Hao's words, He Mingtang slumped on the grand master's chair, muttering to himself.

"Clap clap... clap clap..."

At this moment, a burst of applause sounded behind him.

Han Qingyun clapped his hands and walked slowly with a smile on his face.

"Young master Bai has a wide range of knowledge and insight, which is admirable!"

"It's you?"

Bai Hao frowned slightly.

"Mr. Han..."

Seeing Han Qingyun, He Mingtang looked stern.

"Do you know?"

"Hehe, although Young Master Bai and I only met once, we hit it off right away!"

After hearing Han Qingyun's words, He Mingtang looked at Bai Hao with more serious eyes.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, this time it seems that the old man really hit his eyes!"

"He Lao, do you still think this bottle is 2000 million expensive?"

Bai Hao was joking.

"This……"

He Mingtang stroked his beard, his expression slightly troubled.

"Mr. He, if you don't like this bottle, you might as well give it up to the younger generation. Treasures of this quality are rare in the world!"

Han Qingyun's eyes were burning: "Young Master Bai, as long as you are willing to make a move, the price is negotiable, and I guarantee that it will never be less than 2000 million!"

"This...how is this possible?"

He Mingtang became a little anxious for a moment.

"Mr. Han, we in the antique circle pay attention to first-come-first-served, it's not good for you to suddenly intervene now!"

"Uncle, it seems we haven't reached a deal yet. I decide who to sell this bottle to!"

Bai Hao groaned.

"This……"

He Mingtang's face was slightly ugly.

He stared at the three-color gold-plated bottle with burning eyes. 2000 million is indeed not a small amount, but this bottle is a top-notch treasure in terms of shape and quality. If it is auctioned, it will not be easy to earn several million. question.

Thinking of this, He Mingtang gritted his teeth.

"Nephew, I really like your bottle. It's only 2000 million. If you give me three days, what if uncle owes you a favor?"

He Mingtang smiled shyly.

"one day!"

There is no doubt about Bai Hao.

"This……"

He Mingtang clenched his crutches: "Okay, just one day!"

Soon the two completed the delivery procedures.

He Mingtang held the three-color vase from ear to ear.

"Nephew, remember to come to Uncle when you have something good in the future, Uncle will give you a discount!"

"Ahem, there is a chance!"

Bai Hao rubbed his nose and walked out of Qibao Pavilion.

"Mr. Han, thank you just now!"

Bai Hao cupped his hands towards Han Qingyun.

2000 million is not a small amount. If Han Qingyun hadn't stepped in just now, that old fox He Mingtang might not have been willing to obediently admit it.

"Hehe, how are you going to thank me?"

"Ok?"

Looking at Han Qingyun's burning gaze, Bai Hao's face darkened.

"This guy...isn't it an old rabbit?"

(End of this chapter)