Chapter 8 Antique Shop Treasure Appreciation

Suddenly, a palace-shaped building appeared in front of him, Fang You smiled bitterly, this is a small antique city in Liuzhou City, in the years of working in Liuzhou, he has not thrown a lot of money into it, but unfortunately all he bought is modern handicrafts, so when he saw this antique city again, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked in his heart.

Fang You couldn't help but speed up a few steps, wanting to quickly cross the antique city, a stone lion in front of the gate of the antique city made him stand still, touched the stone mouse in his backpack, thought for a while, and walked into the antique city with his fists clenched.

It's just eight o'clock in the morning, and the antique city looks extremely desolate, and there is no one in sight, and some shops haven't even opened yet, which means that the antique industry is not open for half a year, and the nature of opening and eating for half a year determines that they can be so casual.

After walking around the antique city, Fang You chose a relatively large shop, glanced at the name of the store, Treasure Pavilion, these three words are really vulgar, Fang You couldn't help pouting, and then walked in.

It seems that it has just opened, and a young man in a yellow vest is packing his things, while another middle-aged man in a Tang costume who appears to be the boss is sitting on a mahogany chair in the hall drinking tea.

Looking at all kinds of antiques in this room, Fang You was completely at a loss, and couldn't tell what was real and what was fake, "Xiao Wang, don't patronize and pack up your things, greet the guests quickly." ”

glanced up at Fang You, and then said to the young man in the yellow jacket, and he was still drinking tea leisurely, he had been doing antiques for some years, and his eyes were extremely spicy, and he could tell at a glance that this young man was not here to buy things, and he also had no money on him.

Although the antique industry is the most taboo to judge people by their appearance, he believes in his vision for many years.

"Hey, guest officer, welcome to the Treasure Pavilion, what do you want to see, we have porcelain, jade, bronze, furniture here, ......" The young man quickly stepped forward and introduced to Fang You, his mouth was as fast as an electric tap.

"I want to ask the boss to help me look at something, and if the price is right, I can sell it to you." Afraid that the boss would not help him identify, Fang You first issued a condition, if this stone mouse was really worth some money, he would not sell it, he did not have a collection in his hand that could be put on the table, which really made Fang You, a collector who exchanged big popsicles for villain books, a little embarrassed.

"Oh, what is it that came to sell something, take it out and see first, our Treasure Pavilion bid is definitely the highest in the antique city." The somewhat absent-minded middle-aged man sitting on the side became interested, beckoned Fang You to sit on the chair, and then said kindly, it is too beneficial for antique shops to sell things by others, and most of these people who have no money to sell heirlooms also have old objects in their hands.

As soon as he opened the door today, he encountered this good thing, so that the middle-aged man was suddenly refreshed, and he was a little looking forward to what good things this poor boy who was not good-looking, and the last time he received a Song Dynasty Ru kiln pen wash in the hands of an old lady, and earned at least 100 times.

When he saw Fang You taking something in a tattered backpack, the middle-aged man was a little unbearable, is this really an heirloom, just treat it like this, Fang You always felt that this stone mouse was no better than it was not garbage, so he took out the stone mouse very rudely and put it heavily on the table.

The middle-aged man wanted to stop it, but when he saw the appearance of the stone mouse on the table, he couldn't help but laugh a little, no wonder, just this appearance, one dollar or two for the stall outside, and finally a handbag.

The stone itself is a thing all over the earth, the value is extremely low, most of the stone crafts are carved into various animal types, and then painted with colors, or various patterns, to increase the value, this mouse is not painted color, not to say, and even the eyes are closed, even if it is the Qin Dynasty, I am afraid it is not worth a few dollars, of course, unless the age of the stone reaches the Stone Age, there will be a great archaeological price.

However, in the Stone Age, most of them used stone to make simple tools, such as knives and axes, and I am afraid that there were no anti-heaven existences that could make mice.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be a little disappointed, he wanted to get off to a good start, but he didn't expect to meet a second pole who treats garbage as a treasure and wants to make a fortune, "Little brother, you understand this thing, it's an inferior stone craft, we don't accept it, you please." The middle-aged man subconsciously regarded Fang You as a liar, and pointed to the door very unceremoniously.

Fang You's face changed a few times, he nodded very embarrassedly, grabbed the mouse, and walked towards the door, thinking to himself, this is a shameful person, and he will go out and find a trash can to throw it away.

"Hey, little brother, wait a minute, this stone may be able to look at it again." The middle-aged man watched Fang You walk out of the door, and on the way, he inadvertently glanced at the rat's belly, then his pupils shrank sharply, and he quickly stepped forward and invited Fang You back.

Holding the stone in his hand, he observed it carefully, especially the bottom of the mouse that he didn't see just now, when he saw the special pattern on the mouse's belly, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a hint of joy, and he continued to observe quietly, when he observed the mouse eyes, he seemed to see something, put his eyes on the mouse's nose, and looked at the eyes for five minutes.

Finally, the middle-aged man put the mouse on the table with an expressionless face, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and at the same time putting one hand on his lap, suppressing the tremor of the leg due to excitement, "It seems that I was wrong, I thought that this mouse would have anything special, but I didn't expect it to be a garbage handicraft, little brother, it looks like you are in a hurry to use the money, my store has just opened, if the first customer does not buy and sell, I have no hope of business this day, in this way, I will pay two hundred yuan, so that you have a travel fee, how about it." ”

"Is there anything special about this stone, it is worth the boss you to buy it for two hundred." Fang Youhu looked at the middle-aged man suspiciously, although he didn't have a deep study of antiques, but he also knew that the antique industry was the last thing he could believe in the story.

"It's nothing special, I paid 200 yuan for everyone's good, if the little brother doesn't want to sell, I won't force it." The middle-aged man who knew that he wanted to indulge in the past was not in a hurry to increase the price, pouting, and looking like you like to sell or not.

"The boss has paid me the passage fee, I have money, and this stone will be used as a toy for my niece when I go home." Fang You smiled, turned his head and strode out of the store without the slightest hesitation, he had already made up his mind that this stone would not be sold for any money.

"Hey, little brother, don't go, this stone is really nothing special...... This kid has a kind. I thought that this kid was just deliberately shirking and wanted to take the opportunity to raise the price, but I didn't expect him to ignore himself and run away directly, and the middle-aged man's face couldn't help but be gloomy.

"Shopkeeper, is that thing valuable?" The young man in the yellow coat, who had been working in this shop for a year, asked puzzledly, just now he had also carefully observed the stone mouse next to him, except for garbage, he couldn't think of any other words to describe it.

"It's not just valuable, look at that kid's appearance is a foreigner, if that kid knows each other, he can also give him the money to go home, if you don't know, hehe......" The middle-aged man laughed twice, walked to the door and looked in the direction where Fang You went, then walked to a single room in the store and dialed a phone.

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