Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

The man with glasses waved his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of impatience. Obviously, he was not someone who was easily fooled by sweet talk.

For him, what is more important is the actual price and value.

Seeing this, Xu Damao knew he had met an expert, so he stopped talking nonsense and directly quoted the price: "Fifty yuan!"

This price made Yan Bugui, who was standing next to him, gasp.

In this era, fifty dollars is not a small sum of money and can buy a lot of things.

However, for those who really know the business, this price is relatively high.

Although this is a bronze mirror from the Han Dynasty and is so well preserved, the asking price of fifty is still a bit excessive.

"Humph, you're asking for too much. This thing is worth at most twenty dollars, but you're asking for fifty! You're really crazy about money!"

The man with glasses snorted coldly and retorted somewhat unhappily.

However, the fact that the young man said this also proved that he really wanted to buy the item. Otherwise, why would he waste his time arguing with Xu Damao? He could just leave.

Xu Damao and Yan Bugui were both well aware of this.

"Brother, I have a reason for asking such a high price. Look at the quality of this item. It is a rare treasure that has been preserved in such good condition for more than two thousand years."

"If you want to offer twenty, that's fine. There's also a Han Dynasty mirror here. I'll sell it to you for twenty dollars."

Xu Damao picked up the bronze mirror that was severely rusted and handed it to the man with glasses.

The man with glasses took a look at the bronze mirror handed over by Xu Damao, shook his head and said, "Your bronze ware is so rusty, twenty yuan is still a bit expensive."

Xu Damao smiled and explained, "Brother, this is a bronze ware from the Han Dynasty. Although it is severely corroded, its historical value cannot be ignored. Moreover, this kind of bronze ware is becoming increasingly rare in the market. It may become more valuable in the future."

The man with glasses hesitated for a moment, but still took the bronze mirror and observed it carefully. After a while, he nodded and said, "Fifteen, I'll buy it for fifteen dollars."

Xu Damao was delighted and said quickly, "Okay, it's settled then."

The man with glasses took out some money from his pocket and handed it to Xu Damao.

Xu Damao was stunned for a moment, then he took the money with a smile, "Thank you, brother. Come to me next time if you need anything."

As he spoke, he quickly took out a piece of kraft paper, wrapped the bronze mirror in his hand, and handed it over.

The man with glasses nodded, took the wrapped bronze mirror, turned around and prepared to leave.

Xu Damao looked at his leaving back and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Da Mao, the store is open now. This mirror sold for fifteen dollars."

Yan Bugui looked at the fifteen yuan in Xu Damao's hand, with a hint of envy and jealousy in his eyes.

"Hey, Mr. Yan, I just told you how I bought these bronze mirrors from the Han Dynasty. The badly corroded mirror I just sold was bought by me for thirteen dollars. I only made two dollars from this order."

Xu Damao was dissatisfied with the profit. He thought he should make more money, after all, these bronze mirrors were purchased from the countryside at a high price.

"Hey Damao, two dollars is already a lot. I can't even earn two dollars in two days of work. Besides, we have only been setting up the stall for a short time."

Yan Bugui comforted Xu Damao and tried to persuade him not to be too greedy. However, Xu Damao was not satisfied with the status quo and felt that he should get a higher return.

"Teacher Yan, what you said makes sense, but have you forgotten the last time we were robbed? Setting up a stall and doing business in the ghost market is risky in the first place, so it's only natural that we earn more. Teacher Yan, there's business coming to your side."

While the two were talking, Xu Damao noticed that two people walked up to Yan Bugui's stall and squatted down to carefully observe the goods. He immediately lowered his voice and reminded Yan Bugui to pay attention to the customers.

When Yan Bugui heard the sound, he immediately became alert and stared at the two people who had just squatted down.

One of them picked up a bronze dagger from the Western Zhou Dynasty and examined it carefully, while another picked up another equally ancient bronze artifact and began to study it. Seeing this, Xu Damao was startled and his eyelids twitched a few times.

He knew very well that in today's era, people's awareness of protecting antiques and cultural relics was not as strong as in his previous life.

In the past, if anyone dared to touch such a precious Western Zhou bronze artifact without wearing gloves, he would be detained for at least fifteen days!

Thinking of this, Xu Damao couldn't help but sigh at the passage of time and the differences in cultural concepts.

"Brother, how much is this thing?"

One of the older men, dressed in black, carefully observed the bronze spear in his hand for a while, then gestured to Yan Bugui and asked about its price.

"This fellow has really good taste. He immediately took a fancy to the oldest treasure on my stall. This is a bronze spear from the Western Zhou Dynasty..." Yan Bugui introduced enthusiastically.

"Dude, we can tell the age and value of this thing ourselves. Just tell us the price. It doesn't matter if it's real or fake. As long as the price is right, we'll buy it."

The man in black seemed to interrupt Yan Bugui impatiently, and it was not known whether he was pretending. After all, both sellers and buyers in the ghost market were good at acting for their own interests.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense and just tell me the lowest price." The man in black said with a look of disgust.

"Forget it, brother. I see that you really like it and you are an expert at it. I'll give you thirty dollars!" Yan Bugui said, holding up three fingers.

"What? Thirty dollars? Why don't you just go and rob? You're asking thirty for this piece of junk. That's simply an exorbitant price!" The man in black widened his eyes and said unhappily.

"Brother, you can't say that. This is a bronze ware from the Western Zhou Dynasty. Even if it is not a cultural relic, it is an old item with inestimable value. Moreover, it is rare that this thing is preserved so well. Thirty yuan is already a very low price. If it weren't for an emergency at home that required money, I would not be willing to sell it. Wouldn't it be better to keep it as a family heirloom?" Yan Bugui explained hurriedly.

He is worthy of being a Chinese teacher. He speaks in a very coherent manner and what he says seems to make sense to people.

However, in places like the ghost market, both buyers and sellers know that the so-called long history and well-preserved items are just a cover-up. What really matters is whether the price matches the value of the item itself.

So even though Yan Bugui spoke a lot of nonsense, the man in black remained unmoved.