I don't know what value of antiques the Eight Poles Sanren have acquired. Wu Xuan said curiously.

In this antique market, there are a small number of antiques that are priceless.

After layers of screening, there is not much left.

Qin Lao's success this time can be described as great luck, it is estimated that the Baji San people do not have such good luck.

The two of them walked down the third street, looking around.

Qin Lao's deep gaze emitted an elite light and landed on a stall.

In the foam box, a small and delicate cup lies quietly.

Qin Lao's gaze fell on it, blazing and excited.

Wu Xuan was also stunned, because after his careful observation.

This humble cup has a value that does not match its size at all.

Fair Cup!

Three words lingered in Wu Xuan's mind.

This is definitely a treasure of extraordinary value, and he will not be mistaken.

As the name suggests, it is extremely fair, which can measure the concentration of tea soup and make it reach a perfect proportion, also known as "tea sea". ”

In ancient times, the Fair Cup had a wide meaning, and could be used to compare the game between two people or so on, in order to prove justice.

Since he met the baby, Qin Lao would not let it slip away from his fingertips, and walked over quickly.

Unexpectedly, at this time, I met the Baji Sanren.

His eyes were also fixed on the fair cup on the stall.

Qin Lao made eye contact with him, and fierce sparks burst out.

It can be seen that both of them want to include this fair cup.

But they know that they can't compete openly, otherwise they will be seen by the store that this is a peerless and genuine product.

I won't sell it for any amount of money.

"What did you buy?"

The eight poles scattered people's eyebrows and danced to present the antiques in their hands.

Wu Xuan was surprised that this was actually a piece of Erge kiln porcelain.

It is extremely exquisite, and there is not the slightest flaw to be seen, which is on par with the Ming Xuande furnace in Qin Lao's hands.

Qin Lao was obviously a little surprised, but then he fell silent and showed his treasure: "Ming Xuande Furnace is not worse than yours." ”

Baji Sanren pouted in astonishment: "Less proud, the value of the two of us is about the same, this obviously can't tell the winner from the loser." ”

He looked at Wu Xuan and asked, "Tell me if your master is cheating." ”

Wu Xuan hurriedly shook his head: "Heaven and earth can be learned, Qin Lao definitely relied on his own strength to collect this Ming Xuande furnace." ”

Baji Sanren bowed slightly: "It seems that your strength is not bad, but you must make a victory." ”

Qin Lao's gaze always fell on the fair cup, and none of the people who passed by paid their attention to this treasure.

It's also to give them a chance.

Because the condition of this fair cup is so good, it is too new.

"It's better than this, if any of us wins this fair cup first, even if we win, how about it?" Qin Lao proposed.

"No problem." Yajisanren nodded fiercely.

But the problem now arises, and both of them are quietly looking at the antiques in the stalls.

But no one spoke, because if the shrewd shopkeeper noticed the extraordinariness of this fair cup, he would miss the opportunity.

Qin Lao and the Eight Extremes watched for more than half an hour, but they still hadn't made a decision, and they were extremely entangled.

The stall owners were a little impatient, but they were still full of smiles on their faces: "Two masters, do you have any favorite treasures, take back the treasures of your family." ”

The Eight Extremes Sanren bowed slightly, but his brows were furrowed and he did not speak.

The corners of the stall owner's mouth twitched twice, and his smiling gaze fell on Qin Lao.

Qin Lao glanced at the Eight Extremes and didn't make any response.

Depend on!

These two old men can't be thieves.

The stall owner's heart was extremely messy, and he felt that if he let the two people in front of him touch his antique treasure, he would have to touch his bald skin.

Wu Xuan couldn't cry or laugh, and there was nothing he could do about such a blind stalemate.

After a long time, the store will definitely see the flaws.

In desperation, he had no choice but to make a move.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this ancient painting?" Wu Xuan asked.

Qin Lao and Baji Sanren looked at each other, speechless, ready to see what Wu Xuan would do.

The stall owner almost cried, what a savior.

Finally, there is someone who is willing to speak human words.

He smiled: "This young man, your vision is really unique, this is the treasure of the store, the finishing touch of the famous painter of the Ming Dynasty!" ”

Wu Xuan raised his eyebrows and bowed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

The stall owner threw out good words: "I look at the little master's Yu Xuanang, I believe that if you take this painting back to your home and frame it, it will definitely make your overall luck to a higher level." ”

Wu Xuan wanted to laugh out loud, this stall owner was still a fortune teller before.

It's more and more like looking at the face.

Wu Xuan pretended to enjoy the praise very much, and said with a smile: "Then tell me, what is unique about this ancient painting?" ”

"Gotcha!"

The stall owner was overjoyed that even the famous treasure connoisseur could not detect this fake painting.

Now, if he can sell it, he will make a fortune.

"Look at the coloring and the lines, the most wonderful thing is here, it's the finishing touch!"

The stall owners came one by one.

As a shopkeeper in the antique market, how can he survive in the highly competitive antique market if he is not coincidental with his tongue?

Wu Xuan nodded and stroked his chin: "It's really good, you tell me directly, a fixed price." ”

The stall owner was overjoyed, but on the surface he was embarrassed, as if he was reluctant to cut his love.

"Alas, this is the treasure of the store, but I see that you have a fate with the master, so I will give you a friendly price."

He stretched out two index fingers and crossed them together to form a figure of ten.

Wu Xuan said lightly: "Wan? ”

The stall owner slapped his face and looked praised: "Look, I'll just say that I have a fate with you, master, what is in my mind in this sentence." ”

Wu Xuan waved his hand: "No problem, it's all small money, the most important thing is that it can make my fortune rise." ”

The stall owner was so surprised that he felt that he had met the rich man.

He regretted that he didn't ask for much, but it was worth it to sell a fake for 100,000 yuan.

Wu Xuan was also secretly happy in his heart, this ancient painting was introduced by the shopkeeper.

He confirmed with certainty that it was definitely a painting of the Ming Dynasty.

This guy thinks he's bought a fake.

The shopkeeper happily packaged this ancient painting for Wu Xuan, and said, "If the master has something he likes, just ask for it." ”

Wu Xuan nodded, his eyes seemed to scan the stall casually, and suddenly landed on the fair cup.

He said casually: "Add another 10,000 yuan, and sell me this fair cup, it just so happens that there is a lack of tea sets for drinking tea at home!" ”

The stall owner's eyes fell on the fair cup, and he recalled the origin of the fair cup.

It was a migrant worker who was short of money to spend, so he sold the cup directly to a friend, and he saw that it looked good, so he accepted it.

At that time, it only cost a few hundred yuan, but now it can be sold for 10,000 yuan, and it is too late for him to steal the fun.