Siheyuan: I don't mind if I break up the marriage

Hu Bayi picked up the spittoon and took a look at it, and felt that there was no sign of damage.

In this way, it is still possible to deceive foreigners.

Of course, those foreigners are often afraid of being cheated because the antique industry in Daxia is too complicated.

When they buy antiques, they usually find a Daxia person to help them keep their eyesight.

This kind of thing is not uncommon and is very common.

People who work as eye care workers usually understand this business and they usually won’t cheat their employers just to make money.

Therefore, if you want to sell this spittoon, it would be more appropriate to sell it to a foreigner who is willing to sell it.

However, Taoist Sima stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Little comrade, take a close look at this spittoon."

Hu Bayi was suspicious and picked up the spittoon to examine it carefully.

It would not matter if you didn't look at it, but when you did, you found a lot of cracks at the bottom of the spittoon.

The widest part of the crack was two millimeters wide.

Even a blind person with 1000° myopia can see such a big crack.

Hu Bayi sighed, knowing that this item was useless.

In the antique business, you can sell fakes, but you cannot sell inferior items as good ones.

Of course, if a jade bowl has a chip on it, for example, you have to let the buyer know.

If the other party doesn't mind collecting it, there's no problem.

After all, it takes two to three, and that's how business works.

However, if you know there is a defect and you don't tell the buyer, this breaks the rules of the industry.

Losing your reputation is a small matter; getting beaten and losing your life is a possibility.

But if you sell fake products, it’s okay.

Because if you buy a fake, it means that the buyer was fooled and not as skilled as others, so he can only blame himself for his bad luck.

This business is so weird...

This rule has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, and no one in the industry has broken it.

Just at this moment, there was a crisp bang, and the corner of the spittoon that Hu Bayi was holding suddenly broke.

The entire spittoon fell to the ground with a sound.

It instantly fell to pieces.

Hu Bayi didn't feel distressed at all, he just grinned helplessly.

Normal porcelain cannot be so fragile.

At this moment, the spittoon was like plastic that had been exposed to the sun for two years. It would break into pieces if you touched it lightly.

It can be seen that this ceramic spittoon has indeed lost its value.

Since it is broken, it is broken. Hu Bayi has no reason to feel sad.

"Don't be sad, little brother. Sometimes the departure of something is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Everything has its own destiny and reincarnation."

"This is true for us humans, and it is also true for objects."

"Everything is destined."

Hu Bayi smiled, bowed, and said, "Thank you very much, old man, for saving my life."

"I'm not sad about this porcelain."

"It's bad, it's bad. It's just a little less money. Compared with my life, it's nothing."

"Old sir, please have some tea." Hu Bayi said politely and respectfully.

Taoist Sima smiled and waved his hand, saying: "It is fate that we met."

"I destroyed one of your treasures, so I can no longer ask for anything from you."

"Not even for tea."

"This will cause karma to fall on my shoulders, and it won't be good for our future."

Sima Laodao smiled again and said, "Since the matter has been settled, I will leave now."

Hu Bayi hurriedly escorted Sima Laodao to the door and said, "Old sir, may I ask your Taoist name?"

"Maybe we'll meet again in the future."

"My last name is Sima, you can just call me Taoist Sima."

Hu Bayi smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Sima. My name is Hu Bayi."

"We'll see each other again in the future."

After saying this, Sima Laodao smiled and left along the street.

When Fatty Wang came back from the toilet, he saw Hu Bayi and said with a smile:

"Hey~ Lao Hu, today's incident is really weird~"

"Guess what?"

"My stomach was throbbing at that time, but now it stops hurting now."

“I feel much more energetic now.”

Hu Bayi knew that the fat man was fine the moment the spittoon was cleared by Sima Laodao.

But he teased the fat man and said, "Fatty, I think you went in to eat your fill, didn't you?"

"Fuck you, I'm going to eat my fill, I'll definitely have to pack a portion for you."

The two men walked into the inner hall laughing and joking, and saw the spittoon broken into pieces on the ground.

Fatty Wang hurriedly asked what was going on, and Hu Bayi then told him what had just happened.

After hearing the story, Fatty Wang broke out in cold sweat.

"Old Hu, was the old Taoist priest you mentioned really that evil just now?"

"We collect this stuff every day, how could we miss it?"

Fatty Wang felt guilty and was terrified. He didn't expect that the things he collected almost cost the lives of his two brothers.

"It's better to believe it than not to believe it. Anyway, the thing is broken now, and our illness is cured."

"The old Taoist priest didn't just take the thing away to dispose of it. He really solved it right in front of me."

"There's no reason for them to lie to me."

"We were strangers to each other."

Fatty Wang nodded, indicating his approval.

But when he looked at the spittoon that was broken into pieces on the ground, he felt a little bit at a loss.

"What a loss! I spent 500 dollars on this and now it's all gone..."

"This time, let alone making money, I even lost money."

"Okay, Fatty, it's not bad for us two brothers to keep our lives, and you still want to make money."

"You really don't care about your life to make money."

Fatty Wang thought for a moment and said, "That's really what you mean. Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Since we two brothers have escaped death, let's eat some mutton hotpot later."

Hu Bayi shook his head and agreed with Fatty Wang's decision.

The two of them were unlucky. The mutton hotpot they ate was originally quite delicious, but then another problem happened to them.

Just as the two were eating, a car speeding outside stopped.

These people rushed into the hotel directly and purposefully.

Hu Bayi was controlled by Fatty Wang on the spot.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am, your fat uncle?"

Fatty Wang was pressed onto the table, his face covered with mahjong tiles. He looked embarrassed and started cursing.

Hu Bayi's arm was controlled by someone and he didn't even have the strength to exert any strength.

This group of men in black all had solemn expressions and did not speak.

Less than a few dozen seconds later, a man in a black suit walked in.

Hu Bayi didn’t know the other person, but the other person did know Hu Bayi.

When the other party came up to him, he said straight to the point:

"Where is the stuff I sold you two days ago?"

Hu Bayi was a little puzzled. He received so many goods every day. Who knew which ones they wanted?

"Brother, you are here to discuss business, so you should have a discussion attitude, okay?"

"Aren't you guys going a little too far by doing this?"