Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

As Xu Damao spoke, he carefully placed the cloisonné at the old man's feet, then turned around and returned to Lou Xiao'e to continue chatting.

"Hey, don't leave so quickly, bro. How much do you want for this clay pot dog?"

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a Tang suit and fiddling with a Huanghuali handheld instrument in his hand called out to Xu Damao who had just turned around.

"My dear brother, judging from your attire and the things in your hands, you must be an expert. But don't get me wrong, this is not one of those low-class clay pot dogs."

Xu Damao stretched out his right index finger and shook it in front of his eyes, as if he disagreed with the middle-aged man's statement.

"Then what do you think this is? Is it bronze? Look at the green rust on it..."

The middle-aged man in Tang suit looked at the item in front of him, his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible sarcasm. He thought: Just because you are a young boy, you dare to show off in front of me?

Xu Damao didn't notice what the middle-aged man in the Tang suit was thinking, and explained seriously: "My dear brother, don't underestimate it. This thing is a real green-glazed standing pottery dog ​​from the Han Dynasty!"

Xu Damao's tone was full of confidence.

However, just as Xu Damao was speaking excitedly, someone suddenly walked over from the side.

The man stared at the clay dog ​​curiously, muttering to himself, "Isn't this right? This clay dog ​​is no different from today's local dogs. Look carefully, there is a collar on its neck and it seems there are bells underneath. It should be something from the Republic of China period."

Although the surrounding environment was dim, Xu Damao's eyesight was extremely sharp. With his excellent night vision, he could see the subtle eye contact between the middle-aged man in Tang suit and the man who just came over.

Although the saying goes: from Nanjing to Beijing, buyers are not as smart as sellers, but in fact, shills are not just for sellers! Sometimes, buyers will also find shills to help them get what they want!

Especially when you encounter those sellers who have only a superficial understanding and are self-righteous, often just a crucial blow from a shill is enough to make the seller change his mind!

If Xu Damao knew nothing about this thing or was not determined enough, then as long as these shills said a few words, he might change his mind and sell the thing at a very low price!

Thinking back then, Xu Damao had experienced such a thing personally!

A treasure worth as much as one hundred thousand yuan was actually bought away by someone for only a few dozen yuan, and finally sold for a few hundred yuan.

Although I didn't lose money, the pain that was like a knife twisting my heart was something that not everyone could understand or feel...

"I don't believe it! This is clearly a green pottery standing dog from the Western Han Dynasty! A master looked at it for me before and said it was very valuable! How could it be something from the Republic of China period?"

Xu Damao scratched his ears and cheeks suspiciously, muttering to himself.

"Brother, you must have been fooled, right? Nowadays, any cat or dog dares to call himself a master!"

"Take another look at this dog. It is indeed pottery, but there is not a single crack on it. Especially the bright green color. How could it be something from more than 2,000 years ago?"

"I just wanted to buy it because it looks so much like my dog's. Well, I see it's very delicately made, and it must have taken a lot of effort to make it. Just give me a price, twenty dollars!"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit pretended to be at a disadvantage but genuinely happy. He took out two big unity notes from his pocket and prepared to force them into Xu Damao's hands.

"No, the old man said that this treasure is very rare and he will not sell it for less than 300 yuan!"

Xu Damao straightened his neck, acted as if he was unmoved, and didn't even look at the twenty yuan handed over by the middle-aged man in Tang suit.

"What? You want to sell this thing for 300 yuan? What a joke! Then you can expect this thing to be smashed in your hands!"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit shook his head, with a look of obvious mockery on his face.

"It doesn't matter if it hits my hand. I believe the master. He is a researcher in the palace. How could he lie to a young boy like me?"

Xu Damao deliberately put on an inexperienced look, walked forward with a swagger, bent down and carefully picked up the terracotta dog, then gently placed it in front of Lou Xiao'e behind him, and then sat down next to Lou Xiao'e.

"Da Mao, did you really ask some master to look at that thing?"

Xu Damao's performance was so realistic that Lou Xiao'e was completely fooled by him. After Xu Damao sat down next to her, she lowered her voice and asked curiously.

"Hey, there's no such thing as a master, I just made it up. But this clay figurine dog is definitely worth more than three hundred yuan, so selling it for three hundred is a bargain!"

Xu Damao replied in a low voice with a smug look on his face.

"If I hadn't been robbed last time and all my money was taken away, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to sell some things to make some money back. Otherwise, I wouldn't sell them so cheaply!"

"I just want to get some blood back, not to be cut and bled like meat on a chopping board! He wants to buy something worth hundreds of dollars for only twenty dollars, he is dreaming!"

Xu Damao bent down slightly, put his face close to Lou Xiao'e's ear, sniffed the faint fragrance emanating from her, and spoke in a low voice.

Lou Xiao'e was keenly aware of the warm breath brushing against her ears, and a strange tingling sensation crept into her heart, making her feel a little shy. For some reason, her cheeks instantly flushed with two intoxicating blushes.

"Then...what if I can't sell it?"

Lou Xiao'e's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed quite worried about this issue.

Xu Damao straightened up and patted his chest confidently: "Don't worry, the world is so big, there will definitely be people who have the wisdom to recognize the pearl. If the deal is not completed today, I will raise the price next time. I will not sell it for less than 350 yuan! This is a rare treasure!"

In fact, what Xu Damao said was true. This green pottery standing dog figurine from the Western Han Dynasty would have been a treasure in the museum in the past! If it weren't for the pressure of life, he really couldn't bear to sell it to others. If no one is interested in it in the end, Xu Damao would rather keep it privately.

"Hey……"

Seeing Xu Damao angrily moving the terracotta dog back to its original place, the middle-aged man in Tang suit sighed helplessly, then picked up a bracelet and looked at it carefully.

"How much do you sell this string of beads for?"

The middle-aged man asked, his eyes always fixed on the object in his hand.

The middle-aged man in Tang suit casually shook the necklace in his hand at Xu Damao and asked Xu Damao about the price.