Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao responded modestly: "Hehe, I just went to the ghost market a few times and learned a few tricks from those old hands."

At this moment, Yan Bugui suddenly seemed to remember something, handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to Xu Damao, and asked: "By the way, Damao, what do you think of this bottle? Is it worth money?"

Xu Damao quickly waved his hand to refuse and reminded: "Teacher Yan, porcelain should not be handled. It should be put on the ground. This is the rule. Otherwise, who will be held responsible if it breaks?" As he said this, he waited until Yan Bugui put the porcelain bottle on the ground before he carefully took it and examined it carefully.

As time went by, Xu Damao's eyes began to flicker, and he was extremely excited as if he had discovered something rare. However, he remained calm on the surface, still frowning as he observed carefully.

Xu Damao thought to himself, "Damn, this thing is really a treasure! The more I look at it, the more I like it. I absolutely cannot let Yan Bugui take it to the ghost market and sell it."

"After all, there are too many people with sharp eyes and high knowledge in the ghost market. If this bottle is really sold here, it will definitely be bought at a high price. No, I have to find a way to get it."

Xu Damao suddenly had an idea and pretended to be calm and said to Yan Bugui: "Teacher Yan, I am really unsure about this bottle of yours. I am not sure which dynasty it belongs to. However, I heard my friend mention a similar bottle before, and he has always wanted to get one."

"How about this, Mr. Yan? You leave the bottle with me first. I'll show it to my friend tomorrow and ask him to estimate its price. If my friend doesn't want it, we can sell it at the ghost market later. Isn't that the same thing?"

Yan Bugui was puzzled after hearing what Xu Damao said, and asked, "But we can just set up the stall and start selling now. Why do we have to wait until tomorrow?"

"Teacher Yan, do you know its value? How much can it be sold for? Don't sell something worth two hundred yuan for a hundred or even dozens of yuan. You will be the one who loses money. That's all I have to say. If you sell it, I won't stop you. If you suffer a loss, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Xu Damao looked at Yan Bugui anxiously, as if he was really worried that he would suffer a loss.

Yan Bugui was a little hesitant after hearing what Xu Damao said. Although he had some knowledge of the bottle, he was not a professional after all, so he was not sure about its true value. If he really sold the treasure at a low price as Xu Damao said, he would lose a lot. Thinking of this, Yan Bugui couldn't help but frowned.

Seeing that Yan Bugui was a little shaken, Xu Damao struck while the iron was hot and said, "Teacher Yan, how about this? I'll take it to my knowledgeable friend to get an estimate. If the price is right, you can sell it to my friend. If not, you can find another buyer. How do you think?"

Yan Bugui thought about it and felt that Xu Damao's words made sense. After all, he was not sure about the value of the bottle, so it would be better to listen to the expert's opinion. So he nodded and said, "Okay, I won't sell this bottle today. I'll let you take it to your friend to get an estimate of its price."

When Xu Damao heard that Yan Bugui agreed, he was delighted and said quickly, "That's great, Mr. Yan, don't worry, my friend is absolutely reliable and will definitely give a reasonable price."

"But I have to be frank with you. If the price your friend offers doesn't satisfy me, I won't sell it to him!"

Yan Bugui expressed his thoughts in a low voice.

In fact, he also had his own plan in mind: "Hehe, let Xu Damao, the expert friend, estimate the price. It happens that I know the true value of this bottle. It will be up to me to sell it or not!"

Yan Bugui was calculating in his mind: "Humph! I definitely won't sell it. Xu Damao will definitely make a profit from the price difference and take advantage of me. Can't I just sell it myself at the ghost market next time? Now that I know the true value, I won't suffer any loss!"

Yan Bugui had his own little plan in mind.

"Okay! I'll put it away then!"

Xu Damao picked up the porcelain bottle, looked at it carefully, then wrapped it with the paper on the ground and put it in the basket of his cart.

Xu Damao thought to himself that in the play, Yan Bugui's family had a large number of people and they all relied on his salary to support them. Although his eldest son Yan Jiecheng was already working, his salary was not high.

However, despite such a family situation, Yan Bugui became the first person in the courtyard to buy a bicycle.

Moreover, their family later bought some valuable items such as radios and televisions. In comparison, although senior fitter Yi Zhonghai had a higher salary, he did not buy as many expensive items as Yan Bugui.

Xu Damao couldn't help but sigh: "Old Yan, you hid it really well!"

After a while, Yan Bugui finished eating the wontons and asked Xu Damao to help watch the stall. He then took the bowl and spoon and walked to the wonton stall and returned the things to the stall owner.

At this time, someone came over with a lantern. He first looked at the Xuande furnace at Yan Bugui's stall, and then waved the lantern to look at the copper coins that were arranged.

Yan Bugui walked back and sat on the stool behind his stall without moving, because Xu Damao had told him before that customers could look at things freely and he, as the stall owner, could not disturb them and just wait for them to ask for the price and then give the price.

This customer was a middle-aged man wearing a Zhongshan suit and with neatly combed hair. He held a knife coin in his gloved right hand and looked at it for a few seconds in the light of the lantern. He made a slight "tsk tsk" sound from his mouth and muttered softly that this was actually a knife coin from the State of Qi... Although his voice was very small, Xu Damao heard it clearly.

He wore gloves not to protect the ancient coin, but because the weather was cold, purely to keep warm.

"How much is this stove?"

The customer had a knife coin in his hand, but his eyes fell on the copper incense burner and he asked Yan Bugui about its price.

"This old man has a good eye. He immediately picked out the most valuable treasure on my stall. This is a copper incense burner from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty. It is extremely rare and there are very few of them left in the world. Mine..."

"Alright! Brother, don't tell me those stories. We are all people who often go to the ghost market. Just name a price. If it's suitable, I will buy it. If it's not suitable, forget it and keep it for yourself."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, interrupting Yan Bugui's chattering, and asked directly for the price.

Yan Bugui glanced in the direction of Xu Damao calmly, and seeing him looking at him with a smile on his face, he immediately said, "My stove is a priceless treasure, you can take it for 200 yuan!"