"This ・・・・・・," the old man seemed a little uncertain.

Indeed, he had already gone to several shops for this pen, and he did not dare to go to the auction house or pawn shop, but the owner with the highest bid was only 5,000 yuan.

This is not the heart of these shopkeepers, such an ordinary bamboo brush, even if the pulp is thick and shiny, the age of the Tang and Song dynasties, but the pen body is not carved with ornamental text, the pen is not a special material, and the bald half, on the whole, the market value is indeed not high.

If it weren't for Tang Yi's help and seeing that this was a Zhuge pen in Xuanbi, I am afraid he might not be interested. And the reason why Tang Yi told the truth and pointed out that this was a Zhuge pen was actually to reduce the price in the open. Originally, the market price of a thing is at most 10,000 yuan, and if someone finds a back account, it is not worth it.

This Zhuge pen, although it is excellent in workmanship, is not a finely crafted craft after all, and it is not a celebrity inheritance, so it must have been made in large quantities back then. It is said that it is made by Zhuge Gao, maybe he only participated in one or two processes, or even just supervised the work.

Such a Zhuge pen, collect it, it's okay, a brush from the Southern Tang Dynasty and early Song Dynasty, and it is a thing in the study, which is considered an elegant thing; But since it is not a boutique, the collection value is discounted; Let's make a move, how many people will believe that this is Zhuge Pen? And even if you believe it, it may not be easy to find someone who pays a high price.

"Old man, are you in urgent need of money?" Tang Yi saw that the old man was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help asking.

He saw that the old man was dressed plainly, but he cleaned up neatly, and he thought that he should also be a reader, and such a thousand-year-old pen was still ancestral, and he would not make a move if he didn't encounter difficulties.

The old man listened to Tang Yi's words, took out his handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and sighed.

"Don't rush, speak slowly. Nowadays, there are far fewer people who know Xuanbi than those who know Hubi. In fact, Xuan pen and rice paper are produced in Xuancheng, and she inkstone and Hui ink are produced in She County, which are all famous specialties of Hui Province. The four treasures of this study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all together. Tang Yi refilled the old man's tea and said slowly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, raised his head and said, "Little boss, you are young and knowledgeable." In fact, what my ancestors handed down is indeed a set, there are two pens, the ink is one side of ink, the inkstone is indeed the ancient inkstone, and the paper is a blank album of ancient rice paper. My ancestors, who were indeed from Hui Province, went to Shanzhou in the late Qing Dynasty to do business and settled down there. ”

Tang Yi said with a smile: "Presumably, this pen is the one with the difference between the two pens!" ”

The old man seemed a little embarrassed, "That's right. I didn't want to sell the things handed down by my ancestors, but now that my son is married and buys a house, there is still a gap of 20,000 yuan. I only have this only son when I am forty years old, think about the blessing of my ancestors, the difference between the sale of this product, and the overall dismantling is not dismantled, and it is used by my son, which can be regarded as a continuation of incense, and I am barely sorry for my ancestors. ”

The old man said so much, it seemed that he was saying it to Tang Yi, but why wasn't he convincing himself? For people of this age, I am afraid that there is a knot in the heart, and the things handed down by the ancestors are a little less, and after all, there is a little.

Tang Yi saw that although the old man was not wealthy, he had a strong bookish aura rippling on his body, and his heart was infected, and he had the idea of helping him.

"Old man, if you don't like it, I tell you that this is Zhuge Pen, and I originally wanted to reduce the price. But what you sell, after all, is something from your ancestors, and something from the study, which suits my appetite. That's it, I won't lower the price. Tang Yi said:

"In this way, I will pay 20,000 yuan and 10,000 yuan to buy your brush, which is considered the normal market price. Another 10,000 yuan, you let me appreciate the ancestral set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, what do you think? ”

10,000 yuan has exceeded the psychological expectations of the old man. Originally, he saw that Tang Yi was so knowledgeable about the goods, and he planned to sell it for more than 5,000 yuan.

"How's that going to work? You just see, how can I charge you another 10,000 yuan? The old man waved his hand again and again, "If you really plan to buy this pen for 10,000 yuan, you come to my house, and I will let you enjoy those few things for free!" ”

Tang Yi also waved his hand.

"Old man, you're wrong. Although I have not seen these things you mentioned, you can see from this pen that they are definitely not ordinary things. The price of appreciating these things is not necessarily lower than buying this pen. ”

"I'll give you an example and you'll understand. If the four things are scattered in four places across the country, I am afraid that I will not be able to beat the round-trip plane ticket to these four places for 10,000 yuan! ”

After listening patiently, the old man also waved his hand, "Little boss, you don't have to comfort me." In this way, you first go with me to see those few things at home, and then you decide whether to buy this pen or not, if it is really an antique treasure, you can appreciate it satisfactorily and happy, I will charge you another 20,000 yuan is not too late. ”

The old man said so, Tang Yi had to smile and nodded, "Old man, I can't leave at this time." In this way, you leave me a call, and I will make an appointment with you, if you are in a hurry to sell, I guess I will be almost free in the afternoon. ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's okay for these two days!" After the old man finished speaking, he asked Tang Yi to pick up a pen and leave a contact number and address for Tang Yi.

The font is ancient and beautiful, and Tang Yi couldn't help but admire.

After the old man left his phone address, he directly put the Zhuge pen on the table, "This one is put here for you first, and then you take a closer look, 10,000 yuan is not a decimal number, don't make any mistakes, just bring it when you go to my house!" ”

"How can this work, I haven't paid yet!" Tang Yi excused himself and said, "No, I'll give you some money first." ”

"You have such a big store, can you still run away? You don't have to give me money first, after all, you haven't seen those things yet! I'm old, I can't be wrong to look at people, you little boss, you are a trustworthy person at a glance! The old man got up to leave.

"Wait. I'll write you a receipt! Tang Yi stopped the old man and insisted on writing a receipt, and wrote on the receipt that the agreed price was 10,000 yuan.

"Then I won't bother much." The old man picked up the receipt.

Tang Yi sent the old man out of the store, thinking in his heart, Mao Zhu should almost come over in the afternoon, if this set of four treasures of the study is really an object from the Tang and Song dynasties, even if it is just to appreciate it, it is worth it, and it also helps the old man.

Thinking of Mao Chai, Tang Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly, if Mao Zhuo knew about it, he would definitely say: "There is money to burn!" Loading forced goods! ”

Tang Yi shook his head slightly, walked to the edge of the table, took a sip of tea, and picked up the brush again to look at it.

"Although the pen is a lot bald, after all, it is bald, and the whole can be formed." Tang Yi said to himself while watching.

Looking at the pen, Tang Yi suddenly seemed to notice something.

"That's not right!"