Supreme Soldier King City Tour

Chapter 600 Old Man, You Walk Slowly
"How many?"

Baji Sanren asked lightly.

Xiao Tan impatiently made a sign of eight.

Baji Sanren asked, "Eight thousand?"

The stall stared and said: "You think it's [-]. If you want to take it, I'll give you [-]. If you don't want it, just leave quickly. Don't hinder my business."

"I want it."

Baji Sanren's faint voice shocked Xiao Tan from ear to ear.

Damn, what's the situation.

How could a customer who thought 1000 yuan was too expensive just now agree so readily.

Seeing that piece of jade pendant was collected by Baji Sanren, he quickly took out 7000 yuan and stuffed it into his hand.

Only then did he understand what was going on.

Could it be that he lost his sight.

Let a real treasure slip out!
He was a little regretful, but the baby who shot didn't say that he wanted to come back.

Otherwise, the rules will be broken and there will be a very bad end.

Baji Sanren left indifferently.

Several people wandered among the stalls in the antique market again.

Wu Xuan was a little surprised, this time Baji Sanren really picked up the treasure.

If this jade pendant is auctioned, it will definitely not fetch hundreds of thousands.

Selecting genuine antiques amidst a sea of ​​fakes is a technical task.

Even the most advanced antique appraiser can still be dazzled by so many fakes.

Walking through the street, Baji Sanren has already bought more than a dozen antiques, probably costing more than 20 yuan.

But the total value of these antiques far exceeds the consumption of more than 20 yuan.

Wu Xuan was very surprised, because the antiques purchased by Baji Sanren were all genuine products.

He secretly thought, this old man is really powerful.

The pretentiousness before was all for the vendors to see.

In the current antique competition, picking up the leak is not just about buying the antique after you fancy it.

If the street vendors are aware of the abnormality, they will raise the price and make people quit.

And if you want to buy real antiques, you have to fight wits and courage with street vendors.

The jade pendant on the waist of Baji Sanren is the best example.

The antique market occupies a very large area, and after they visited this street, it was only one-third of the entire market.

Baji Sanren is very happy to have acquired so many antiques.

Looking at Qin Chen, who was calm at the side, he thought for a while and said, "It's always boring for me to enjoy myself, Qin Chen, I thought of a way, why don't we have a competition to see who is better at antiques?" ?”

"dare."

Baji Sanren is quite provocative.

Old Qin raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you dare?"

The Baji Sanren clapped their hands: "Okay, the rule is very simple, that is, each of us spends the least amount of money to buy antiques, and whoever buys the most expensive antiques at the end wins."

"no problem."

Elder Qin outrageously agreed.

Wu Xuanrao is interested because both of them are good at antiques.

Both of them are not ordinary people,

This silent war is expected to be very fierce.

Because he was Qin Chen's apprentice, Wu Xuan followed Qin Lao.

Then parted ways with Baji Sanren, and the battle started immediately.

Finding expensive antiques among 90.00% nine fakes is no less than finding a needle in a haystack.

It is a great test for human eyesight.

Elder Qin walked leisurely, scanning the antique stalls.

Suddenly, he stopped and walked towards a stall.

Wu Xuan followed closely, and he took a closer look.

In this booth, there are hundreds of antiques.

Antiques come in different sizes and shapes, and their colorful brilliance dazzles the eyes.

However, his gaze was fixed on an unremarkable brass cauldron.

There was excitement in his eyes, because this incense burner is a real antique, judging from its shape and shape, it should be the Ming Xuande burner!
He didn't remind Mr. Qin, because this was a fair game.

And he knew that with Qin Lao's gaze, he would never miss it, and it was the Ming Xuande furnace that he was looking at.

Mr. Qin held the unremarkable stove in his hand, and looked at it from left to right, his deep eyes showed a puzzled expression.

Wu Xuan wanted to laugh, because all of this was faked by Mr. Qin in order to deceive the small stall in front of him.

"Boss, how much is this incense ash stove?"

Qin Lao really surprised everyone with his words.

Even the treasure buyers on the side came to watch in surprise.

The vendor didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Oh, sir, this is not some kind of incense ash stove, but a real ancient piece of Ming Xuande stove."

The vendor was extremely helpless, because Mr. Qin had made a taboo the moment he arrived.

But helpless, as the saying goes, those who don't know are innocent.

As long as he can make money, he doesn't care what rules he has in the open or in the dark.

Elder Qin nodded half-understood, and said: "What is the purpose of this stove?"

The vendor was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Of course the incense burner is filled with incense."

Elder Qin curled his lips: "That's right, there is an incense ash stove, tell the old man what the truth is."

As soon as this remark came out, the people around immediately burst out laughing.

This old man is the first one who can speak so badly about an antique.

The vendor wanted to cry but had no tears. He has been in business for so many years and has encountered many strange things, but today is the first time he has encountered them.

Wu Xuan suppressed a smile, Qin Lao's acting skills are really superb.

He felt that if Mr. Qin was not awarded the best actor trophy, his superb acting skills would be treated badly.

"You haven't told me how much it is yet." Elder Qin asked with staring eyes.

The vendor stretched out seven fingers and shook them.

Old Qin was stunned: "I'll go, seven thousand, it's too expensive, too expensive, old man, I just want to buy a censer, and put a stick of incense for the old lady."

The vendor eagerly said, "It's seven hundred, sir!"

Mr. Qin suddenly realized, and immediately groped his body, questioning: "Hey, where is my money?"

Wu Xuan took out 700 yuan with a wry smile: "Grandpa, it's here with me."

Mr. Qin nodded: "Look at my memory, well, if I give you the money, the ashes will belong to me."

"Okay! Old man, go slowly!"

The vendor waved his hand as if sending away the plague god.

But he didn't know that he had already fallen into Mr. Qin's excellent disguise.

Wu Xuan's eyes were blazing. He improvised and cooperated with Mr. Qin very tacitly, but he was spending his own money.

But his eyes fell on the Ming Xuande furnace in Qin Lao's hand.

Wu Xuan was very excited.

This incense burner, which Mr. Qin said was bad and unattractive, is worth 500 million yuan in the market!

Spending 700 yuan to obtain a priceless Ming Xuande furnace, Wu Xuan felt that Mr. Qin had already won the prize.

"You're still laughing." Elder Qin said calmly.

Wu Xuan coughed twice in embarrassment: "Your acting skills are really great, I'm willing to bow down."

Mr. Qin smiled, and didn't care about it: "If I don't act, how can I get this priceless Ming Xuande furnace so easily."

Wu Xuan nodded, Mr. Qin's words were indeed true.

The competition with street vendors in the antique market is no less fierce than a commercial war.

(End of this chapter)