Peng Jiarui still attaches great importance to Gou Dake, after all, a native master who has been in the country for decades, that kind of knowledge and feel is not something that can be raised by people who are professional in the academy.

Gou Dake looked at Su Yun and didn't see the girl's instructions, so he said to Peng Jiarui: "It's going to start, let's go back and talk about it, time is limited."

At the beginning of the ghost market, those who were optimistic hurriedly negotiated with the stall owners, as if they were afraid of being preempted by others.

Peng Jiarui has been here a few times, so he naturally knows better than Gou Dake.

At this time, after receiving the words, he didn't say any more, and the two of them dispersed with Su Yun and walked towards the stall they had just seen.

During this time, Su Yun had a total of 500,000 cash cards on his body, except for the dendrobium that was said to be worth tens of millions of dollars given by the Qin family.

She thought it was a lot, but she passed by a stall.

Hearing the stall owner say without blinking: "This is the snuff bottle used by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, if you don't have this number, you still don't want to grind foreign kung fu with me here, and I won't send you if I go."

The stall owner stretched out a finger, and the customer was surprised: "Ten thousand? ”

The stall owner gave him a "turtle" look, "Are you kidding me, 10,000?" It's not enough for me to rush here, one million, one less than one will not be sold."

Su Yun suddenly felt that this was a slaughterhouse in the cave, and they were all big fat sheep.

It's so dim, you can't see it clearly, it's a real royal snuff bottle, such a small thing, a million, and I didn't make a profit when I bought it, except for the beloved treasure.

And she, a little sheep, has no fat yet, and only has 500,000 on her body.

"Girl, I still have 200,000 here." Gou Dake whispered beside her.

Seeing Su Yun's eyes, he was also a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "I used to live on the knife edge, I don't know when I went in, I have wine today and I am drunk today, and the money I earned has been spent." ”

"I would have known that I would have lived a stable life with the girl, and that money would definitely be saved."

"Your money is naturally up to you, I'm not blaming you, it's just a little strange, are there so many places to spend money?"

Su Yun said suspiciously.

Gou Dake didn't speak, a good girl who lived like a girl, how could she know that no matter how much money a man could go to, it would not be enough to fill it.

Hearing Gou Dake's heartfelt words, he was curious about the baby Su Yun's face was calm, but in his heart he said, what is the place of the gold cave, and you must see it if you have the opportunity.

With limited money, Su Yun stopped in front of the stall of some small objects.

Holding a bamboo carved pen holder in his hand, there are not many customers in front of this stall, because these people who come to the ghost market of the treasure appraisal club, even if they are not collectors, are also the shopkeepers of various antique shops.

In addition to those wat boards with carved history or some precious bamboo carvings, or famous carvings, there are only a limited number of rare people and do not attract guests.

The stall owner looked at the potential customers who intended to stay, and hurriedly recruited: "The little girl is really discerning, and this bamboo carved pen holder has a great origin."

Su Yun looked up at him and continued to look at the pen holder.

When the stall owner saw that the guests did not answer, he exclaimed to himself and continued: "This is the cherished pen holder of the great calligrapher Wang Xianzhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty!" ”

Seeing that the customer finally stopped looking at the pen holder and looked up to listen to him, the stall owner continued to make persistent efforts:

According to the "Book of Jin and the Biography of Wang Xianzhi", Wang Xianzhi's spotted bamboo pen holder resembles a bell, that is, like an ancient wine container, and the surface of the bamboo vessel has markings, like fur, Wang Xianzhi gave this cylinder a proper name called 'Qiu Zhong'.

This is the pen holder. If you look at its appearance, the carving of bamboo, all of them are exquisite, all of them are beautiful, and they are exactly the same as those described in the history books. ”

"The little girl can take a fancy to this pen holder, it can be seen that she is also an elegant person with poetry and books, if you like it, for the sake of your beauty, I will give you a good price."

The introduction of the stall owner's tongue can be lotus.

"How much?"

Finally hearing the customer ask for the price, the stall owner mysteriously stretched out two fingers: "This price".

With the experience of hearing and hearing about the stall just now, Su Yun decided not to be a turtle and continued: "Twenty thousand? ”

was stunned and waited for the stall owner to uncover the low price himself.

The stall owner said in his heart, this little girl is not very old, but she is quite stable.

So he rendered his posture more and more: "If someone else's words, I won't open such a low price, this is guaranteed, 200,000."

Gou Dake endured it for a long time, and saw that the stall owner was bullying the girl's young age and asking for a sky-high price, so he said: "Why don't you want two million, we can't see this bamboo tube under this black light."

You say it's Wang Xianzhi's pen holder, it is, why don't you say it's Yan Zhenqing's pen holder."

The stall owner said unhurriedly, "Aren't you raising the bar?"

Also, you are too unparticular about this guest, I thought that everyone who could come here was a beginner, why do you look like a half-ass.

I'm negotiating with someone, what do you look like?"

The rules of the antique shop, one guest has not finished talking, you have to wait for the next one, and even if it is a companion, you have to discuss, please keep it private, don't interject.

The stall owner quietly scolded Gou Dake, and then continued to say to Su Yun with a smile:

"I'll just say I'm right about you, look, this is safe, and you have an extraordinary background.

Gotta come! Whoever made you close my eyes, I like to do business with tasteful and cultured guests like you, and I won't show you until the customer decides to pay for it in the end."

The stall owner is getting more and more nervous.

whispered: "You know, this is a crime, who let this be a treasure."

As he spoke, he flipped the pen holder up and down to see that there was nothing, and took out a bottle of mineral water that had not yet been opened.

"Hello, everybody."

The stall owner poured clear mineral water from top to bottom, only to see that the clear water reached the pen holder, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into jet-black ink.

If you get closer, you can smell the faint scent of ink, which shows that it is a good ink.

Gou Dake next to him widened his eyes.

The stall owner saw Su Yun, whose expression had not changed and was still faint, and secretly said in his heart, this girl should not be unable to pull the muscles of plastic surgery.

Why did he say it for a long time, but the girl was not surprised or excited.

However, the stall owner still looked at Gou Dake's expression proudly and said: "See, this cylinder is not only a pen holder, it is also an inkstone, Wang Xianzhi used this ink to write such good words."

"Tell me, if Wang Xian's pen holder is worth 200,000 yuan, plus this is still an inexhaustible inkstone, how much is it worth?"

"I want 200,000, don't ask for more." (To be continued.) )