Meng Zitao communicated with Tibetan friends for a while, and then picked out what he liked, as for Qian Dexiang, he didn't pay attention to it at all, and he wouldn't pay special attention to it.

As time passed, Meng Zitao moved to the position where Qian Dexiang was stunned just now, and immediately noticed the flower pot placed in the corner.

"Huh!"

A trace of doubt flashed in Meng Zitao's heart, so he took the flower pot in his hand and looked at it carefully, and after a while, he raised his head and asked, "Boss Tang, how much is this flower pot?"

Tang Huihao stretched out a finger: "Ten thousand." ”

Meng Zitao was happy when he heard this price: "I said Boss Tang, you don't plan to let me buy it at this price?"

"What your shopkeeper Meng fancies, it shouldn't be bad, right?" Tang Huihao said with a smile, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

This is the sequelae of picking up too much, Meng Zitao has nothing to be angry about, he smiled: "What you said, I don't have a little gold hand, it is impossible for anything to come into my hands, and it has become a treasure, right?

"No, 10,000 is already a lot. Tang Huihao said on the ground.

Meng Zitao repaid the price several times, and finally Tang Huihao relented, with a minimum of eight thousand.

Deal!

Meng Zitao quickly paid for the deal, which made Tang Huihao regret it very much, he knew that in this way, not only should he not let go, but also had to open the price a little higher.

I wanted to ask Meng Zitao for advice, but at this time, someone asked for a price, and Tang Huihao had to give up, planning to talk about it later.

Meng Zitao picked up the flower pot and was about to leave, just took a few steps, suddenly a figure rushed over, due to the close distance, coupled with Meng Zitao's surprise, there was no time to stop the pace, the two inevitably bumped together.

Although this matter was unexpected, but fortunately, after Meng Zitao practiced boxing, he stabilized a lot, took a few steps back, and stopped at Tang Huihao's stall, if he took another step back, the things on the stall would suffer.

However, although Tang Huihao's things survived, the flower pot in Meng Zitao's hand was not so lucky, and it fell to the ground with a "bang" and fell to pieces on the spot.

As for the person who bumped into him, he was not so lucky, and he stumbled and sat on the ground.

Meng Zitao looked at the debris on the ground and was stunned for a moment, then looked up, and immediately became angry: "Qian Dexiang, you have a problem with your brain!"

Qian Dexiang got up from the ground and roared hysterically: "This flower pot is what I fancied, I saw it first!"

Meng Zitao grinded his teeth angrily: "Since you fell in love with it first, why don't you buy it!"

Meng Zitao's words resonated with the people around him: "That's right, this guy has a problem with his brain, can't others buy it if he likes it first? He is the king of heaven and Lao Tzu, what a joke!"

"Maybe this guy is really sick?"

"What do you mean?"

"This person's name is Qian Dexiang, he used to have a brain disease, and he thought that the fakes he bought were real, and he didn't listen to what others said, and he didn't get better until more than a month ago. Will he get sick again?"

"Not to mention, it's a real possibility. However, if this guy is sick, Shopkeeper Meng will probably only consider himself unlucky. ”

"What you said, he can't afford to pay it, so let his family pay it, and it's only right to repay the debt. ”

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Qian Dexiang's eyes suddenly turned red, and he pointed at Meng Zitao and shouted: "If it weren't for you turning a blind eye to me just now, how would I give up this flower pot!"

Qian Dexiang's words immediately quieted the scene, and everyone felt that it was thundering, and they couldn't help but say in their hearts, this guy really had a problem with his brain.

Meng Zitao took a deep breath, suppressed the irritable emotions in his heart a little, and said: "Do you have maggots in your head? What do I have to do with you, why should I take care of you!"

Qian Dexiang glared at Meng Zitao, except for the grievances in his stomach, he couldn't find any reason at all, and then turned around and prepared to leave.

How could Meng Zitao let him leave, he arrived in front of Qian Dexiang in three or two steps, took Qian Dexiang's collar, and dragged it towards the position where he was standing just now, pointed to the fragments of the flower pot on the ground and said, "Let's talk about how to solve this matter before leaving!"

"Let go of me!" Qian Dexiang said as he struggled.

"I'll put it right away. Meng Zitao said expressionlessly.

"You can't let it go!" Qian Dexiang became angry and embarrassed.

Meng Zitao responded with a cold snort.

"You don't want to let it go, right?"

A hint of madness flashed in Qian Dexiang's eyes, and his right hand reached into his pocket.

"Be careful!" At this time, Cheng Qiheng arrived just in time, and when he saw Qian Dexiang's movements, he immediately reminded him loudly.

Meng Zitao also felt that something was wrong, so he immediately made a decision, took a side step, came behind Qian Dexiang, and grabbed Qian Dexiang's right wrist that he had just taken out of his pocket with lightning speed, and looked at it, it was actually a switchblade.

This made Meng Zitao's heart burst into flames, and with a direct external rotation, he took Qian Dexiang's back hand to his back, and as soon as he used his hand, Qian Dexiang shouted in pain, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

With a light kick, Meng Zitao kicked the knife on the ground aside, and said to Cheng Qiheng: "Brother Cheng, please help me call the police." ”

Hearing Meng Zitao say to call the police, a trace of panic flashed in Qian Dexiang's eyes, and he said with a forced smile: "Isn't it just that I want to lose money?

Meng Zitao felt the panic in Qian Dexiang's heart, and had some guesses in his heart, and sneered: "It's light, can you afford it?"

"What you said, I still have to pay for this money. Speaking of this, Qian Dexiang asked Tang Huihao, "Boss Tang, how much is this flower pot?"

"Eight thousand. Tang Huihao told the truth.

Qian Dexiang was surprised: "What, didn't you just tell me that it wasn't five thousand, why did it become eight thousand in a while!"

Tang Huihao disagreed: "You are you, Shopkeeper Meng is Shopkeeper Meng, and besides, Shopkeeper Meng is willing to spend this price, presumably he will not lose money." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Meng Zitao: "Shopkeeper Meng, just now I wanted to ask, what does this thing say, can you briefly say it?"

Meng Zitao said: "This is the most representative flower pot with white ground and black flowers folded along the edge of the village kiln. ”

"Good guy, I didn't expect it to be the white ground and black flowers of the village kiln. Meng Zitao's words caused an uproar around him.

At this time, someone asked, "What kind of kiln is this, why haven't I heard of it before?"

"This is your lonely and unheard, this kiln is located in the Central Plains Province, it is a kiln found in 1950, and it belongs to the Cizhou kiln system. ”

"Pacun kiln, created in the Tang Dynasty and terminated in the Yuan Dynasty, has typical characteristics of northern kilns. There are many varieties and shapes, mostly black flowers on a white background, and white glaze, yellow glaze, black glaze and green glaze. The shape of the vessel is mainly bowls, plates, pillows, bottles, cans, basins, etc., and the artistic style is unique. ”

"Its white background and black flower ware are similar to Cizhou kiln products, the black color is thick and mellow, and the pen tone is rough and concise. The decorative techniques mainly use painting and scratching, which are divided into two types of painting: underglaze and overglaze. ”

The man scratched his head: "Then how much is this flower pot worth?"

Besides, how much the flower pot is worth, it also depends on its condition and workmanship, otherwise who knows how much it can be worth? However, I remember that in 07, there seemed to be a similar flower pot on the auction market, and it seemed to be estimated at about 200,000 yuan. ”

"Obediently, even if it is the estimate of the auction, it is almost 09 years now, and it will definitely be worth 200,000!"

While this price surprised the surrounding audience, they looked at Qian Dexiang's eyes with a little sympathy.

Qian Dexiang also panicked when he heard the discussion, and he screamed: "What 200,000 yuan! Do you say how much is how much? Besides, whether something is real or false is not certain!"

Meng Zitao sneered: "It's not up to you to decide. ”

At this time, Cheng Qiheng walked over, squatted down and picked up a number of porcelain pieces on the ground to look at them, and then said: "There are twelve petals painted on the flower pot, eleven lotus flowers are painted on the inner wall of the pot, the three in the middle have bloomed, there is a lotus leaf between the flowers, and the water waves and duckweed are also painted around, and the center of the pot is painted with a group of flowers similar to the edge of the pot, which is a typical characteristic of the village kiln." ”

"In addition, the pot is loose and the glaze is not very strong, but it is completely well preserved. Moreover, the glaze of the white ground and black flowers is distinct and contrasting, reaching the level of white as snow and black as iron, and the decorative composition is rigorous and dense. It can be said that this is a masterpiece of black flowers on white ground in the village kiln, and it is worth 200,000 yuan less. ”

Qian Dexiang looked even more flustered, and said hysterically: "You are together, and what you say doesn't count at all!"

Meng Zitao sneered: "Stop quibbling, it's useless, for Uncle Qian's sake, I won't say much, but if you can't afford to pay 200,000, then wait to go to jail." ”

Cheng Qiheng took over and said: "Don't forget that there is still the knife on the ground, I think he still waits for the bottom of the prison to sit through!"

As soon as Cheng Qiheng's words fell, Qian Dexiang trembled, which made Meng Zitao a little worried, and said secretly, this guy won't get sick again, right?

"No! I don't want to go to jail!"

Qian Dexiang suddenly roared, struggling and begging: "Xiao Tao, please, let me go, it's a big deal, I don't want that bottle!"

Meng Zitao was stunned and hurriedly asked, "What bottle?"

Qian Dexiang said: "It's the red bottle in the glaze of Hongwu, that's what I bought, I don't ask you for it, you just let me go!"

Because of the deliberate publicity, many people knew about Meng Zitao's porcelain leakage, so Qian Dexiang's words caused another uproar around.

"No, this guy is too much of a thing, he actually does this kind of thing, what kind of grudge does Shopkeeper Meng have against him?"

"What kind of grudge, that is simply to repay virtue with resentment, ...... before"