Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Little brother, your stuff is good, and what you said is right, but it's too expensive. Most people can't afford it. Except for those who want to get a bargain, I guess most people can't afford this kind of bottle!"

The old man looked at Xu Damao with regret, then shook his head and said.

"Yeah, so this thing depends on your taste, but I don't have any trouble selling this thing. The longer it is kept, the more valuable it will be, hehe."

Xu Damao smiled, with a sly gleam in his eyes.

"Then little brother, you better take good care of this treasure. There are many people in the ghost market, and there are all kinds of people. This thing is so conspicuous, don't let it fall into the trap of those with ulterior motives."

The old man reminded kindly, he seemed to notice that some people around were staring at the bottles in their hands.

"Don't worry, old man. I've practiced it before. If you want to trade with me, everything is fine. If you want to do a business with no capital, hehe, you have to ask me about the weapon in my hand."

Xu Damao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he casually lifted up his collar, deliberately revealing a dagger at his waist, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Brother, if you offer a lower price for this bottle, I will take it. Can you give me a lower price? How about three hundred? I will pay promptly."

The old man seemed to really like the bottle, he reached out and gently stroked the bottle, looking at Xu Damao and said, "He thought the bottle was good, but he wanted it to be cheaper, so he bargained down to three hundred yuan."

"Old man, you're really ruthless! You cut a hundred dollars off my price in one go. I can't lower the price. After all, I'm selling it for a friend. I can't pay less than four hundred dollars."

Seeing that the other party was bargaining too hard, Xu Damao stuck to the price and refused to lower it.

"Hehe, what I said makes sense, right? This Cong bottle belongs to Yan Bugui. As long as I don't pay him, it won't be mine."

Xu Damao was secretly delighted, thinking that what he said was the truth. This thing could not really be considered his now. Yan Bugui was probably waiting impatiently, and would definitely stop him at the door when he got home from get off work the next day to ask about the Cong bottle.

"Forget it. I'm an old man. How can I have so much money? How can I sell this?"

The old man smiled helplessly and shook his head, and could only give up this Jiaqing official kiln blue sky round square vase. Then, he picked up a jadeite accessory and a coin on the ground and asked.

"This is a three-color jade phoenix headdress. Grandpa, just give me ten dollars. As for this Ming Dynasty mountain ghost back gossip, give me fifteen. This thing is very rare now."

Xu Damao casually quoted a price, nothing special about it, it was the market price at this time.

"The Jade Phoenix Headdress is fine at ten dollars, can you be cheaper, mountain ghost? I'll take the ten dollars."

"Master, I only quote the cheapest price. Can you go and ask around to see if there is any cheaper price than mine?"

"Alas, a few days ago I met someone selling mountain ghosts for money. He wanted twenty dollars, but I bargained it down to ten dollars. But you wanted fifteen, which is five dollars more expensive."

As the old man spoke, he took out a mountain ghost coin made into a waist ornament from his waist and held it in his hand for Xu Damao to see.

Xu Damao had night vision and could see it clearly, but in order to cover it up, he still moved closer to watch.

Seeing Xu Damao approaching, the old man took a step back.

"Young man, you can watch but you can't touch it."

The old man reminded with a smile.

Xu Damao smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man. Since I'm selling this, I naturally know the rules. I just look at it but don't touch it."

Of course he understood that this mountain ghost coin had been made into a waist ornament and had become a magical instrument belonging to the old man, and it was forbidden to be touched by outsiders.

"Grandpa, your mountain ghost coin is an antique, but in my opinion, it is from the Qing Dynasty. Mine is from the Ming Dynasty, so there is a whole dynasty difference between them. As you know, this kind of object becomes more expensive as time goes by. Five more dollars is not too much."

Xu Damao held a lantern and pretended to take a look, then expressed his opinion.

The old man smiled and said without comment: "Young man, you have a good eye, but how do you prove that yours is from the Ming Dynasty?"

Xu Damao's heart tightened. This old man was quite difficult to deal with as he actually asked him to produce evidence.

He thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Old man, this mountain ghost coin is a talisman coin, also known as a victory coin or a victory coin. It is not a circulating currency. It originated in the Western Han Dynasty and was popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. So in this regard, my knowledge reserve is still sufficient. And this coin has the words Wanli Tongbao on it. Isn't this the best evidence?"

The old man nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Well, what you said is not wrong, but how do I know that you didn't deliberately take a Ming Dynasty copper coin and make it look old and hang it on your waist? After all, the counterfeiting technology nowadays is endless!"

Xu Damao shook his head helplessly, thinking that this old man was really hard to fool.

He suddenly had an idea, took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, and handed them to the old man: "How about this, old man, I'll give you a receipt. If you find out later that this mountain ghost coin is fake, you can always come to me with this receipt to return it, how about that?"

The old man took the paper and pen, looked at it carefully, nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, that's it, fifteen is fifteen, this is twenty-five dollars, forget about the receipt, I still trust my eyesight."

As the old man spoke, he handed over twenty-five yuan, packed up the three-color jade phoenix headdress and the mountain ghost coins, then slowly left Xu Damao's stall and walked away. Before leaving, he took a reluctant look at the blue Cong bottle.

"Boy! Our big brother likes this bottle of yours. Name your price!"

Three ruffians came over in a sloppy manner. One of them, who was obviously a follower, muttered something to the tall man in the middle and then shouted loudly to Xu Damao.

"Four hundred, no bargaining!"

Seeing that these three people did not look like they were here to buy things and did not even bring a lantern, Xu Damao seemed to be here to cause trouble, so he stood up and responded coldly.

Lou Xiao'e, who was standing by, also nervously leaned towards Xu Damao.

"You want four hundred dollars for a broken bottle? Did I hear you wrong? Do you know how much you can buy with four hundred dollars?"

Another henchman said sarcastically.

"Brother, I was nearby just now and heard what this guy said to the two buyers. This bottle is really worth four hundred yuan, but the two buyers didn't bring that much money, so they left. Four hundred yuan is worth it for us to do this."