Sun Zhongyuan also lowered his voice and said: "I think it looks like a high imitation in the early Republic of China." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info imitation is good, and this is also a hundred years old, it is said to be an old imitation, can barely be called an antique. But if you talk about the auction, I'm afraid you won't be able to get a high price, and you see this master, being a baby, it's not enough for us to bother. ”

Because of this, there is a faint treasure light and golden light, but it is not obvious. On this basis, Sun Zhongyuan identified it again, and it was determined that it was a high imitation, although it was also a bit old.

Huo Xiaodong originally wanted to rely on Sun Zhongyuan's palm, but when he heard him say this, he believed it.

Moreover, listening to what this man said that he had to be auctioned, maybe it was not sold, so it was not necessary to keep it.

While the two were talking, the man came out with a bowl of noodles, put it on the small dining table, and sat down on the mazaar and ate it.

This is a bowl of clear soup noodles, he ate quite fragrantly, just after eating two bites, he suddenly put down the bowl, walked towards the west wing, walked to the door and stopped, looked at Sun Zhongyuan and Huo Xiaodong at the gate, "Sensei is in a hurry, discuss slowly!

When he came out of the west wing, he was holding a small white porcelain jar in his hand, and then he walked back to the square table, put it down, opened the lid, took out a head of sweet garlic from it, peeled it open, and ate it with noodles.

Sun Zhongyuan stepped forward, "Dude, we have discussed, you ・・・・・・ this thing"

As he spoke, he glanced at the small jar, and suddenly, he felt that something was wrong!

This small jar is no more than ten centimeters high, round belly, white glaze slightly shining, the jar body in the sunlight, can see the scratching pattern, vaguely is the entwined branch lotus pattern. Between this lid and the jar is a child-mother button, and there is a curved "lotus branch" on the lid, which happens to be the lid button.

Sun Zhongyuan couldn't help but stare at this small jar carefully.

A thick layer of white light shrouded the can, and then, a strong golden light suddenly sank into the center of the eyebrows!

"Go on!" the man took a bite of the noodles and took a sip of the garlic cloves.

Sun Zhongyuan smiled and sat down directly on the Mazha opposite the man, "You Tianqiu bottle, I think it's really a good thing! However, the more good things are, the more cautious we have to be, we plan to go back and report it." Look, can you take a few pictures?"

"No, no, no. The man's head shook like a rattle, "If you can't get it, let the master of your auction house come!

Hey! Sun Zhongyuan thought to himself, this guy still knows how to "ride a donkey"! Maybe he made up for it by selling things for a while.

The so-called donkey riding refers to the fact that there is a middleman between the buyer and the seller, secretly manipulating, buying and selling short, and profiting from it. And the buyer and seller still don't know each other, so let this middleman calculate.

At this time, Huo Xiaodong also stepped forward, he didn't understand why Sun Zhongyuan suddenly changed his words, he should have left. However, he soon noticed the small white porcelain jar as well.

Sun Zhongyuan sighed, "Okay, I must listen to you in this matter." But the two of us came, ran for nothing, and we would definitely be scolded by the leader when we went back empty-handed, and if you think about it again, is there anything else you can do?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the small jar a few more times.

"It's gone, it's just this Tianqiu bottle! If you two can't make up your mind, then let's go quickly! I'll have to go to the building materials market in a while, buy some materials and clean up the house!" The man opened his mouth between eating noodles, but he didn't pay attention to Sun Zhongyuan's eyes.

Huo Xiaodong saw it, suddenly understood, and stepped forward to cooperate, "Hey, what do you think of this little can?"

Sun Zhongyuan was secretly happy in his heart, okay, he was not slow to react! But he gave him a blank look, "What kind of eyes do you have? We are collecting antiques! Moreover, this is a small pot of pickled garlic, what a taste!"

"I just think it's pretty good・・・・・・" Huo Xiaodong muttered.

The man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked up and said to Sun Zhongyuan, "Don't be self-righteous, your eyesight is not as good as your colleagues! This small jar has been around for many years! Not to mention that it is also from the Republic of China! What happened to the pickled garlic? I think back then, our ancestors used the golden spittoon!"

"Oh?" Sun Zhongyuan showed a look of surprise, "Republic of China?" and then stared at the small can, "It's really a bit like!"

"What do you mean by something that looks a little like it!" the man had already finished eating the noodles, and pointed at the small jar with chopsticks, "I won't sell this thing if it is less than a thousand!"

Sun Zhongyuan could barely hold back his surprised expression, but his heart let go of the fireworks in the sky: 1,000?

Huo Xiaodong cooperated again at this time, "I'll go, you're robbing money!"

The man glanced at Huo Xiaodong, "I just praised you for your good eyesight! What do you know, in the early days of the Republic of China, it was also a hundred years!"

Sun Zhongyuan handed the man another cigarette, and then said to Huo Xiaodong slowly, "If you can't do it, just accept it, let's run out in the morning and take something back, so that the director Huang Shiren will say that we are absent from work!"

As soon as he heard Sun Zhongyuan say that his director was Huang Shiren, the man was happy, "I used to be a security guard, and the captain's surname is Huang, and I also call him Huang Shiren!"

Sun Zhongyuan laughed, "Then you are cheaper!

"No, no, no! This is the lowest price! I don't care if you two take it back and auction it or sell it yourself!" Seeing that Sun Zhongyuan really wanted to buy it, the man regretted a little bit that he didn't call it more.

But in fact, just such a small pot of pickled garlic that has been thrown in the kitchen of the West Wing, he can shout a thousand, and he is already trying his best to imitate the lion.

Sun Zhongyuan and Huo Xiaodong "discussed" again, and finally agreed.

Pay with one hand, deliver with the other. Huo Xiaodong also took out two pieces of paper from his bag, signed a simple contract with the man, pressed his fingerprint, and made two copies.

Of course, this contract is a contract of sale, not an auction contract. In other words, this man sold this small jar to Huo Xiaodong and Sun Zhongyuan for 1,000 yuan.

The man didn't care about this, he counted the money and thought, there are a few connoisseurs who don't want to see the ball bottle this day, most of them are not true! Seeing that they are young, the result is not fooled! As a result, he actually made a small profit with this small pot of pickled garlic! Moreover, he signed a contract and sold it directly, and he couldn't find the back account!

At first glance, these two people are college students, what is that sentence called? Useless are scholars!

The two walked out of the courtyard, Sun Zhongyuan held the lid with one hand, supported the bottom with the other, hugged the small jar tightly, and walked out of the alley in a race walking posture. He didn't dare to run yet, for fear that he would accidentally break it again if he was in a hurry!

Before getting into the car, Huo Xiaodong took out a brocade box from the trunk and put the small can on it.

After getting into the car and closing the door, Huo Xiaodong took the brocade box and asked, "What a good thing?"

"You don't see it at all, do you?" Sun Zhongyuan breathed a sigh of relief and lit a cigarette.