"Speaking of this bottle, there is a legendary story of earth-shattering ghosts and gods. Sir, please come in and listen to me slowly!"

The obese shopkeeper pulled Chen Xiu into the store, first made a pot of Pu'er tea, and began to tell the story of the past and present life of this plum bottle.

This is also the practice of selling antiques – storytelling.

Every antique does not come to an extraordinary story, and it is not easy to sell for a good price.

The more you talk about the origin of this bottle, the more extraordinary and legendary it becomes...... Of course, people who listen to the story don't think you're bragging, so it's normal for the bottle to be several times more expensive than the original price.

For this kind of storytelling method, Chen Xiu also mentioned it in the notebook that Zhang Lao gave him.

Chen Xiu listened silently to the fat shopkeeper talking about the past and present life of this bottle without saying a word, and occasionally catered to the "um" and "uh" sounds, which made the shopkeeper speak even more energetically.

Chen Xiu is completely studying, after all, he also runs an antique store, learn the skills of storytelling, and he will have a chance to use it in the future.

The story told by the fat shopkeeper is very tortuous and attractive, but the main content is just that his ancestor was a knife guard beside the Qianlong Emperor, and once he went down to the south of the Yangtze River to save the life of the emperor's old man, and rewarded this plum bottle, and then passed it on to his son, and the son passed it on to his grandson, and the grandson passed it to his son......

"So that's the case, this bottle actually has such a singing and crying story!"

Chen Xiu said with a look of conviction: "Since the ancestors of your family have paid so much blood and sweat for this bottle, how disrespectful it is for me to buy it as an outsider, forget it, I still don't win the love of the bottle!"

"Ahh

The fat boss was stunned, the routine is not like this, and he secretly blamed himself for telling the story too mysterious!

"Eh......" The boss rolled his eyes, and first sighed before saying: "If it weren't for the tight money, I wouldn't be this unfilial descendant, shoot this plum bottle, don't you know, I have a ninety-year-old mother, and there is a full house of ......."

The fat boss started another story, in short, in a word, life is not easy, and it is urgent to cash out.

Of course, this story is improvised, full of mistakes and omissions, this boss looks only in his thirties, his mother is ninety, if there is still a young son like him, it can be regarded as old and strong.

Of course, Chen Xiu didn't refute and debunk him, and only after he finished the story did he sigh and said: "Life is impermanent, how difficult the years are...... Okay, how much is the bottle, you can make a price. ”

"A million. ”

"A million!"

"Yes, one million, this price is definitely not overcharged to you, if I don't urgently need money for my mother's surgery, at least five million will definitely not be used!"

"Hmm!"

Chen Xiu nodded and said, "With the blood and sweat of your family's ancestors for several generations, this million is really not much...... But first, I'm going to take a look at the bottle!"

"Okay!" shouted the fat boss, "Come on, give the bottle to this gentleman!"

One guy moved the bottle to the middle of the Eight Immortals very quickly, and the other guy very sneakily dimmed the lights, which was also a means of selling fake antiques.

In Zhang Lao's notebook, this experience is written, in the 90s, when the sale of antiques was not so storefront, those who sold fakes were generally used to ask someone to come to see the goods, and then deliberately changed the original 100-watt lamp at home to 20 watts, just so that you could not see clearly.

Chen Xiu first pretended to carefully figure out and absorb the mysterious power in the antique, and then took a closer look at this enamel Qianlong plum vase, nodded and said: "It's a good thing, and the condition is also very well preserved!"

"So sir, you're also an expert!"

The fat boss is happy in his heart, and he feels that he is going to make a lot of money today!

After Chen Xiu looked at the bottle above, he suddenly turned the bottle over, looked directly at the bottom, and even asked for a magnifying glass.

The fat boss sighed in his heart, and said secretly: ", he doesn't really know much." ”

"Smack!"

Just when the fat boss was suspicious, Chen Xiu suddenly slapped his thigh, and said with a distressed look: "Boss, your family's heirloom has been transferred!"

"Ah~"

"Boss, come over and take a closer look. This base was not added later, it is obvious that it is overprinted!"

"False...... How can it be fake! God, how can I be worthy of my ancestors and ancestors! How did you keep the plum bottle that you have guarded all your life and transferred it to me when it arrives in my hands!"

The fat boss took a selfie on his chest very sadly, looking heartbroken...... This is also a means of pretending to be pitiful after selling fake antiques is recognized, the more pitiful it is, the more it arouses the compassion of others, and the more the other party feels that you are not deceiving him again, and you are only a victim.

"Boss, I don't think you're too sad...... I see that the ink added here is also said to be some years, and it should not be transferred in your hands.

I think the ink added after this is the material used in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, it should be the bag that was transferred by your grandfather in the hands of the people in that turbulent era. ”

"That's ...... What should I do, grandpa, you didn't know that you were transferred, so that me, my father, and my grandfather were stupid for three generations, and now what's even worse is that what about the cost of my mother's surgery!"

"Boss, don't be too sad...... Sometimes you have to have it in life, and you don't have to force it when you have nothing to do in life. This plum bottle is not lost in your hand, and it is not a disappointment to the ancestors, so let's do it, your family is too difficult, I will spend this amount to collect the bottle, and we will also have a good fate!"

Chen Xiu gestured and stretched out seven fingers.

The fat boss pretended to be very grateful and said, "Seventy thousand, it's okay." At least a fraction of the cost of the operation. ”

Chen Xiu sat down, picked up the tea bowl, smiled and shook his head.

"Seven thousand?" the fat boss said with a very sad look: "Seventy million can't, although this is not a genuine product handed down by my ancestors, at least it is also something from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, isn't it." ”

"Seven thousand, it seems that the boss has misunderstood, I mean seven hundred!"

"Seven hundred......! How can I say this, but also the things of the end of the Qing Dynasty......"

"But he's a fake!"

"It's still beautifully made!"

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's fake, Jingdezhen can buy a car for 700 if you find a private kiln master!"

The fat boss pretended to be very embarrassed, and after a battle between heaven and man, he finally nodded and said: "Seven hundred is seven hundred, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat." ”