Chapter 117 The Qianlong System of the Qing Dynasty?

"Forget it, this brother, you have also seen it, since this boss refuses to wait for me to bring the money tomorrow, I will give this opportunity to your brother! ”

The cigarette man turned to the middle-aged greasy man and smiled helplessly, but there seemed to be something hidden in his eyes.

At this time, the middle-aged greasy man naturally blossomed in his heart when he saw this, and the pie in the sky was really an opportunity to pick up, it seems that he was really lucky today, and he actually picked up a big leak.

"Boss, I want all of you, and I'll give you the price you just wanted, which is fair and reasonable. ”

The middle-aged greasy man seemed to have taken advantage of it, and he made a generous move, looking full of tyrants, and he took out a shiny gold card from his bag in an instant.

"Well, this gentleman, it's really discerning, you and I have a fate today, I will count you 300,000 in total, and I don't want the 1,000, I don't expect to earn you today, this is an opening price. ”

The boss put on a generous face, and as he spoke, he actually found a POS machine from the back box, and stuffed the greasy man's gold card into the POS machine very professionally.

"Your password?"

"Wait a minute!"

But just when the middle-aged greasy man wanted to reach out and enter the password, he was suddenly stopped by Yan Hao.

"Can this brother show me the blue and white pen holder in his hand, can you tell me what age such a good thing comes from?"

Yan Hao hurriedly walked towards the middle-aged greasy man and interrupted.

"What kind of eyes do you kid have? Isn't it printed underneath! Of course, it's made in the year of Xia Qianlong, what's the doubt about this?"

Seeing this, the cigarette man next to him immediately stood up in a panic, glanced at Yan Hao, and hurriedly said.

"Qing Qianlong system? Then I want to take a look, when the fake is true, the real is also false. ”

Before Yan Hao could wait for the middle-aged greasy man to react, he snatched the blue and white porcelain pen holder in his hand and reminded the greasy man.

After he took a closer look, he weighed the pen holder a few times, pressed his index finger the bottom of the pen holder, and after rubbing it hard, he found a problem.

It is faintly imprinted: the inscription of the Qianlong year of the Ming Dynasty.

"Hey, what do you mean, why are you robbing me, I called the police!"

The middle-aged greasy man didn't seem to have reacted to Yan Hao's meaning, thinking that Yan Hao was here to rob, and shouted loudly.

"Just now you said it was from the Qing Dynasty, now take a closer look at which dynasty it is?

Yan Hao was still smiling and reminded in a low voice.

"What? Ming Dynasty? This ...... How is that possible? You can do tricks?"

The middle-aged greasy man couldn't help but be surprised.

"I can't do tricks, they will!"

Yan Hao stretched out his hand and pointed at the male boss of the hat.

Although the greasy man is confused, but such an obvious dynastic problem must be high imitation, this middle-aged greasy man is also a smart person, as Yan Hao said, the greasy man is just a half-ass, he was indeed blinded by money for a while.

At this time, the greasy man suddenly realized, and couldn't help patting his head, and said in his heart: It turns out that this tube is a modern imitation, where is this master next to him.

However, now, the price has been agreed, and the greasy is ready to pay, and if you want to regret it at this time, the boss of the hat will definitely not agree.

"Oh, boss, look at my head, the money in this card has been swept away 300,000 yuan before it came, and now there are still a few hundred yuan left in the card, I'm afraid it's the same as the gentleman next to here, it's not enough to pay! I'm really sorry. ”

The middle-aged greasy man's eyes rolled, and he realized that he was being tricked, and began to find reasons to refuse to pay.

"Boy, why are you playing with me? Didn't you still have money just now, and you won't have money this time?"

"Boss, I'm so sorry! I really didn't bring that much. ”

"It's very simple, put your gold ring here as a deposit, and send the money tomorrow morning. ”

The boss of the hat was ugly at noon, his eyes widened, and he pointed to a big gold ring on the greasy man's hand, and said viciously.

As soon as the words fell, in an instant, two tall men walked out from behind him, just like the two big men just now, but this time they stood in a different position, both of them stood behind the hat man.

"This trick is amazing! I see, this is a serial set, and I almost got cheated again, you really can do it. ”

The middle-aged greasy man suddenly woke up.

"Don't you know what's wrong, what did I set you up? You are so stupid, don't give money and don't want to leave. ”

The man in the hat shouted.

"Forced to sell, forced to sell, Lao Tzu just has no money today, what can you do to me?"

This middle-aged greasy man knew that he was being tricked, and he was not afraid of it at all.

"Why are you two stunned, hurry up!"

The man's eyes lit up and he shouted angrily.

At this moment, a short old man came out of the crowd, very small, although he looked to be about 50 years old, his hair was already gray.

The old man, dressed in a Tai Chi suit, with a large pipe hanging from his mouth and a pair of reading glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, hurried over and stopped:

"What do you all want to do? There is no royal law? If you can't negotiate business, you can still be friends, don't hurt your peace. ”

"Oh! Qi Lao, what kind of wind blew you here. ”

When the man saw the old man, he suddenly took a 180-degree turn in his attitude, nodded again, bowed his waist again, looked respectful, and said politely.

"If I don't come to shop today, I really don't know your Boss Sun's good way to hide! ”

This Qi Lao pointed to the nose of the man with a hat and scolded, just like scolding his grandson, without any mercy.

And when the greasy man and the soft Ling'er saw such a scene, they couldn't help but sigh, what is the origin of this old man, and his style is so big.

"Qi Lao, it's not easy for us to buy and sell with a small capital, the profits are thin, you can't blame our owner, the business has been really bad recently. ”

"It's okay to sell things here, don't trick people, okay, don't talk nonsense with me, I don't want to listen to your explanation, I think it's over, don't make trouble, understand?"

"Yes, yes, don't worry. ”

The hat man nodded and smiled at the old man.

"Come here, explain what you just happened to the owner, and let Boss Sun handle it. ”

The man with a dim face looked at one of the strong men, muttered in his ear, and waved his hand to leave, and the two big men disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

"Oh! Thank you, old man, I suddenly remembered, are you Qi Shi, one of the five famous bigwigs in the antique world, Old Man Qi?"

The middle-aged greasy man was dumbfounded, and said in surprise to Qi Lao, just like a fan seeing an idol in his heart, he seemed to have forgotten what Yan Hao had helped him just now, and he didn't thank Yan Hao.

"Well, I happened to be passing by here and overheard a conversation between you, so I came over to see what was going on?

Qi Lao couldn't help but question.