Bai Xiaoshu came to the place where the information prompted.

It's a small stall owner, and the owner is not very old, in his early twenties.

The seal of Emperor Hongwen of the Ming Dynasty is exactly what he holds.

It's a pity that it's not for sale, and he didn't take out this treasure, Bai Xiaoshu guessed that it should be on him.

At this time, what he was selling was a bronze tripod that attracted countless eyes.

The top is three feet high, and the slap can be supported.

The body depicts humans and beasts, woodcutters, hunters, and fire phoenixes spreading their wings.

There are three legs under the tripod, each with a coiled dragon, lifelike.

"What age is this, young man?"

A voice in the crowd asked.

The young stall owner had a sincere look in his eyes and said in a calm tone:

"I'm sorry, in fact, I don't know which dynasty it is, but I know that this tripod was held by my ancestors in the Qing Dynasty before the Qing Dynasty, and it has always been regarded as a family heirloom. ”

"If it weren't for my wife's leukemia, I wouldn't have dared or even been reluctant to bring her here. ”

"Bosses, if you have a fancy to you, please don't go around in circles, just give me a sincere price, if it is suitable, deliver it on the spot. ”

The stall owner's tone was very sincere, and his expression was sad.

If it were elsewhere, it would definitely win a lot of trust and sympathy, but in the antique street, this routine is not a thousand but eight hundred.

The onlookers were not fooled at all.

Some people even said directly: "Don't be funny, I've seen a lot of your kind of ding, it looks very old, but nine times out of ten it is made in modern times, and it sells for 800 yuan." ”

"How about it, I'll sell it for eight hundred, can I sell it?"

A thin-skinned and monkey-looking spectator asked with a smile.

Everyone laughed, thinking that this stall owner would come to a deal very fragrantly, but who expected him to suddenly blushed and said angrily:

"If you don't buy it, don't buy it, don't talk nonsense!"

"This Ding is my ancestral heirloom, if it weren't for my wife still staying in the intensive care ward, I wouldn't sell you for a million!"

Really angry.

The faces of the onlookers were slightly embarrassed, and the one who said eight hundred before shrunk his neck and whispered:

"If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, what do you do if you scold people......"

The stall owner snorted and said, "It seems that no one knows the goods here, and I'm too lazy to sell them, so everyone is gone, let's go shopping elsewhere." ”

As he spoke, he began to close the stall with a gloomy face.

Very capricious!

"I'll go, isn't it a script for routines?"

The onlookers didn't expect the stall owner to have such a big temper, and some people couldn't help but waver, could it really be the real thing?

And at this moment, an old voice came from behind the crowd.

"Wait a minute, lad. ”

The stall owner stopped moving, and looked at the visitor with a slight frown.

It's an old man.

Holding a dragon head crutch, wearing a suit of tunics.

The back is rickety, and the hair is half white, but the complexion is ruddy, and there is the wind of old age.

"Uncle, is there something wrong?" the stall owner wondered.

The old man pointed to the tripod in his hand and said, "This, can you show me a few times." ”

"This ......" The stall owner hesitated, as if he was reluctant to give the treasure to others, but the other party just borrowed it for a while, and handed it over after a pause.

A very small action, in the eyes of everyone, but it made everyone suspicious.

"This kid really values Na Ding, isn't it a little bit? Could it be that he is really a treasure?"

The people's minds became complicated.

And the old man, after getting the ding, began to study.

He carefully observed, knocked with small force, even to see the lines, but also to listen to the sound, his face became more and more solemn, and in the end, he didn't know where to take out a scale.

After a weighing, a look of ecstasy appeared directly in his eyes, but he seemed to be afraid that the people around him would see it, so he quickly reined in, returned the tripod to the stall owner, and said:

"Young man, I like this thing a lot, I don't know how much you want to sell it?"

The stall owner said calmly: "Originally, it was one million, and I would never sell anyone, but now my wife is critically ill, if you can give me 200,000 immediately, then make a deal." ”

"Two... Two hundred thousand?"

The old man hesitated and said, "Yes, but can you please wait here for a while, and I will raise money?"

"Good!"

The old man was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately walked out.

"Everyone, excuse me. ”

The crowd gave way and began to talk about it.

"This old man is crazy, isn't he? Xiao Ding actually paid 200,000?"

"Could it be that this thing is really famous?"

"Wait, old man, why do I feel familiar?"

"By the way, I remembered, he is a professor of the Imperial Capital "Inheritance Museum", I saw him in a magazine, why did he come to Jianghan?"

"What?!"

When these words came out, the crowd was a sensation.

The person who had questioned the Venerable Ding before, at this moment, looked at it with a wolf-like green light in his eyes.

Only Bai Xiaoshu has a strange face.

"Could it be that I read the wrong information just now? System, turn out the information of that tripod for me. ”

"Sanhua bronze tripod, three feet high, two feet wide, weighing six catties and five taels, made in 2015, worth 300 yuan. ”

"Sure enough!"

Bai Xiaoshu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that if this was a really valuable thing, it was impossible for the system not to prompt him.

From this point of view, the old man and the crowd who said that the old man was a professor in the museum were all entrusted by the stall owner.

From the beginning to the present, from pretending to be a routine to wanting to catch and indulge, they are all making cages.

For the sake of being wronged.

I have to say, this method is really profound!

Really.

The old man hadn't walked for a few minutes when someone rushed forward, took out a bank card and said to the stall owner:

"Brother, give me this ding, and I will give you 200,000 immediately!"

Hooked!

The excitement in the stall owner's eyes flashed, and he hesitated:

"Not well, I just promised the old-timer. ”

"What is a promise? In our antique industry, we pay attention to the money in the bag, the goods are in hand, and I will give you a penny, you have to wait here stupidly, he doesn't come, what should your wife do?"

"This ......"

"Don't hesitate, give it to me. ”

"Good ......"

"Wait. ”

Well, before the word was finished, a figure suddenly stood out of the crowd.

Bai Xiaoshu smiled and said to the young stall owner: "Brother, I also like your Ding." ”