Almighty Daughter Was Spoiled By a Big Brother

  Chapter 6 Antique Market 2

  Gu Yan sighed lightly, put down the antiques in his hand, and continued shopping.

  After walking for another half an hour, she stopped, and her eyes fell on an inconspicuous teapot, which was covered with a layer of black. Obviously, the stall owner was too lazy to wipe it clean.

  Gu Yan squatted down, then picked up the teapot.

  The stall owner has noticed that Gu Yan has been shopping here all the time, and he hasn’t bought any antiques.

His tone can't help but feel a little contemptuous, "Little girl, this is the antique street, my stall is all antiques, you have to be careful, don't touch it, or you won't be able to lose it if you sell it. ."

  Gu Yan ignored the sarcasm of the stall owner.

  "How much is this teapot?" Gu Yan said softly.

  She picked up the teapot, she was looking at it seriously.

  This is indeed genuine.

  Gu Yan did not reveal the joy in his heart.

  The stall owner glanced at the teapot, frowned, and he really came to play.

  He said a number impatiently, "Fifty thousand yuan."

  Gu Yan frowned.

  The stall owner shook the puff fan in his hand, “Little girl, my price is very affordable. Now any antique doesn’t cost one hundred thousand dollars, it’s expensive, there are hundreds of millions of dollars.”

  Gu Yan tilted his head, "Boss, I only have forty yuan."

   "Forty yuan, you still come to Antique Street?!" The stall owner's eyes widened.

   Gu Yan regretfully put down the teapot, "Since the boss is unwilling, then forget it."

  As soon as Gu Yan wanted to leave, he heard the stall owner’s voice, "Little girl, wait."

   "Anything?" Gu Yan asked slowly.

  The stall owner waved his hand, "If you are lucky today, this teapot, forty yuan, will be sold to you."

  He looked at the teapot, his expression was as much as he disliked.

  It's dark.

Putting    here will affect the customers’ perception of his booth.

  Today he was going to throw it away, but he didn’t expect a fool to buy it.

  Gu Yan frowned, “Boss, you just said 50,000 yuan, but now it’s forty yuan. Isn’t there anything wrong with this?”

  The stall owner heard Gu Yan’s doubts. For fear that Gu Yan would not want him, he lowered the price a bit, "Thirty yuan, you take it."

"good."

  Getting the price she wanted, Gu Yan picked the corner of her lips slightly. She stopped bargaining with the stall owner, picked up the teapot, gave the stall owner 30 yuan, and left.

  She went to the antique appraisal trading center.

  Gu Yan is short of money now. She now needs to sell the teapot. In the past, it was the best choice to identify the trading center.

  There will be some antique collectors waiting there. If those antiques are identified as true, they will compete to bid and buy them.

  Maybe selling here, the price will be lower, and it will always be cheaper than selling in those antique shops.

  In the laboratory, many people were surrounded.

  A grey-haired appraiser sat at the counter once, he was looking at a bracelet.

   "How about, is my bracelet real?" A young guy rubbed his hands and asked nervously.

The old appraiser put down the bracelet and felt his beard regretfully said: "This is a fake. It should have been produced for less than 30 years. The color on it looks very old. Most of it has been buried in the soil, and the pattern on it is The bracelets of the Ming and Qing dynasties that you mentioned that only appeared in modern times are basically impossible."

  The guy widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? My dad bought it from a foreign antique collector friend. You can take a closer look."

  The old appraiser became unhappy, "Are you questioning the professionalism of my old man?"

  Other people around are also helping the old appraiser to speak.

"Don't worry, he won't ruin you. He has been working here for more than 20 years. He is known for his professionalism. Basically, he hasn't missed any antiques. He said it was fake. It must be fake."

   "Yeah, boy, your bracelet is 100% fake."

  "……"

  This is the first time the guy has come here. His face is so red that he is busy apologizing.

   "Sorry, I just can't accept it for a while."

  The guy had no face to stay any longer. After giving the money, he picked up the bracelet and left.

  The apprentice of the old appraiser asked: "Next, is there anyone who needs appraisal?"

  (End of this chapter)