The price of 70,000 is naturally not happy.

After a few more idle words, complaining that Dongzi was not a friend enough, he hung up the phone.

And it seems that Dongzi didn't take this matter to heart, in his opinion, it would be strange if Yue Shanfeng could really pick up the leak and get what Cheng Jun Fangmo, and it was also used by Emperor Wanli, isn't this nonsense?

Yue Shanfeng made two phone calls, but there was no result at all, so he said dejectedly: "I said that I have a piece of Cheng Junfang ink ingot, either no one believes me, or I said that I gave a very low price, these people, the dog looks at people low, I will let them see, I can also pick up the leak." ”

At this time, Yue Dalin finally couldn't help it, and angrily took the newspaper and knocked Yue Shanfeng's head and said: "You pick up the leak, it's strange that you can pick up the leak, it's good not to be deceived, if it weren't for Xiao Song's help this time, there would be no place for you to cry." ”

After being beaten by Lao Tzu, Yue Shanfeng didn't dare to say anything, but said that Gao Ming asked curiously: "Gentleman, what's going on, things are also real things, but my eldest brother said it, why didn't anyone believe it." Could it be that everyone doesn't pay much attention to this Cheng Junfang ink ingot, and it won't be easy to sell it at a good price, right? ”

Things do seem to be a bit strange in Gao Ming, the price of real things can't go up, and the antique market is not generally strange.

Instead, it was said that one of the liar's inkstones could fool Yue Shanfeng and a few other people for a moment, and Zuihou obediently took money to buy it.

Song Jun shook his head and said: "As long as it is a real thing, the price will naturally go up, even if there are fewer people who like to collect Cheng Junfang's ink ingots, but Jin Shengyu Zhenmo ingots, after all, were used by Emperor Wanli, so there must be a market." But if this thing wants to be sold, what kind of person will sell it?

If it was Brother Yue, it would not be surprising that no one would believe it, because he himself was a novice, and he had just been deceived by more than 100,000 yuan, and at this time he also had a reputation as a deceived person in the antique market. Therefore, he suddenly said that he had missed it, and if it were you, would you easily believe it? ”

Gao Ming thought about it, it was really a situation like this, if he changed himself, he must have thought that Yue Shanfeng was fooling people, and he really had the ability to pick up leaks, would he still be deceived by liars?

Gao Ming shook his head and said: "This is naturally not easy to say, is this thing, selling antiques is also a matter of dividing someone to make a move, this is too strange." ”

Yue Dalin took over and said: "Actually, there is nothing strange about this, the antique market is like this, it depends on reputation, if I sell it, this ink ingot may have a price of about 100,000, but if it is replaced by Wen Lao, then when it is like this, the price is naturally much higher, and 200,000 yuan is not impossible." Just like vegetables, it is a truth that the price at the farmer's market is certainly not as expensive as that in the supermarket. ”

In fact, the antique market is also about selling a reputation, and the credibility of things taken out by famous people is naturally high, just like Yue Dalin, although he can't be said to be a famous person in the circle, but he is more or less an old player, and if he says that he has good things in his hands, the credibility is still much higher than that of his son, a rookie.

In the same way, if Wen Lao sells this ink ingot, basically no one will suspect it, because Wen Lao is originally a famous appraiser, and most of the things he sells will be rushed to buy.

Thinking about his son's matter, Yue Dalin still said: "If I make a move, the price is estimated to be not high, and if it can be sent to tomorrow's cultural exchange meeting, the price may be a little higher." However, I heard that this Jinling interrogation exchange meeting was relatively strict, and it was not easy for ordinary people to enter. I'll find someone to see if I can ask a friend to bring it in. ”

As an old player, Yue Dalin naturally knew about the Jinling Cultural Exchange Association.

Gao Ming's eyes lit up at this time, and he suddenly became excited: "Uncle Yue, don't worry, in the morning, we met Wen Lao in the Confucius Temple, and Wen Lao also invited us to participate in that cultural exchange meeting, and also gave us an invitation, so if you bring things in, there is no problem." ”

This can be regarded as a coincidence, but at this time, Yue Dalin looked at Gao Ming in disbelief and said, "What did you say, Elder Wen gave you an invitation?" ”

Song Jun took out the famous thorn given by Mr. Wen and said: "It's not an invitation, it's a famous thorn given by Mr. Wen, maybe Mr. Wen wants to bring us juniors, so he invited us to go." ”

As a person in the circle, Yue Shanlin naturally knows what kind of status Old Man Wen has in the circle, this old gentleman, but he is not so generous, it must be his eye-catching juniors who can get his famous thorn.

At this time, Yue Dalin looked at this simple and simple famous thorn, which had the autograph of Wen Lao.

Yue Shanfeng also came over curiously, and after reading it, he said enviously: "Is this the signature of Elder Wen?" I heard that Wen Lao's words are very valuable in the market, and each word costs tens of thousands of yuan. ”

With a snap, Yue Dalin unceremoniously gave his son a brain breakdown, and said with hatred: "Money money, thinking about money all day long, what else can you kid do, this is Wen Lao's signature, can it be easily wasted?" It's okay if you collect it, if you dare to sell it casually, will you still have the face to see Wen Lao in the future? ”

Saying this, too, since it is a famous thorn signed by Wen Lao, and it is the kind of small block written with a brush, this is also a kind of recognition of Wen Lao, it is impossible for idle people to have such courtesy, seeing that his son actually said that he wanted to sell this thing for money, the anger in Yue Dalin's heart can be imagined, Wen Lao, that is the famous Taishan Beidou in the south of the Yangtze River, who would be stupid to sell the famous thorn that Wen Lao gave himself.

After Yue Dalin taught his son a lesson, he was a little reluctant to return the name thorn to Song Jun, and then said: "Since it was given by Wen Lao, you must keep it carefully, Xiao Song, don't be like me, a bastard son, then the matter of this ink ingot, I will trouble you to bring it to the exchange meeting." ”

As long as the ink ingots arrive at the exchange meeting, Nayue Shanfeng believes that he will be able to sell them at a good price, and when the time comes, his son's loss should be compensated.

At this time, it was naturally time to show himself, so without waiting for Song Jun to say anything, Gao Ming patted his chest and promised: "Uncle Yue, you can rest assured." The two of us promise to do this properly, and you will wait for our good news tomorrow. ”

Buddy for many years, Gao Ming naturally would not be polite to Song Jun, so he did not hesitate to reassure his future father-in-law.