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An antique shop in London.

"Guest, this stone carving...... It's ordinary," the boss clicked on the calculator, "a hundred pounds, the highest price I can give." ”

"One hundred pounds!" "A hundred pounds of gold!" ”

Nan Xiao reminded her: "Now is not the time of the gold standard. A hundred pounds is about ...... About 3 grams of gold. ”

"3 grams!" The fireproof woman was very disappointed, "What can you do with 3 grams of gold......"

However, Nan Xiao had already seen through everything. He frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

The antique shop owner smiled without a flaw, but his heartbeat increased significantly, and his sweat secretion increased. If you sniff it a little closely, you can smell the obvious smell of sweat. This guy is trying to lower the price.

"It's too low." Nan Xiao said with a straight face, "I think it's worth at least 20,000 pounds." ”

The first-class ticket for a direct flight from London to Chengdu is almost £8,000 per person. Buy two tickets, plus shopping, playing, eating and drinking, 20,000 pounds is just right.

The owner of the antique shop frowned, and shook his head again and again: "No, no, it's not worth the price at all." ”

Through the analysis of micro-expressions, Nan Xiao realized that the offer of 20,000 pounds was indeed a bit outrageous, and it definitely exceeded the psychological price of the antique shop owner. "Excuse me," he said, decisively grabbing the red ghost face and turning to the firewoman, "let's go." ”

"Hehe," the antique shop owner sneered behind his back, "you can't sell it for a higher price if you go elsewhere." The texture of this stone carving is so poor that if it weren't for the carving and the age, I wouldn't want to bid at all...... How about two hundred pounds, this price is already the limit. ”

Anastasia looked at Nan Xiao, waiting for him to come up with an idea.

However, Nan Xiao was very dissatisfied. Two hundred pounds may be a real price, but the old fellow has a bad attitude, and he needs to leave a lesson. "I bet you," he said, "that this ancient redstone ghost face will sell for twenty thousand pounds." Or else: within three days, I'll put it on consignment in your store. If you sell it, you take 10 percent. If you can't sell it for 20,000, I'll give it to you, how about it? ”

The owner of the antique shop rubbed his chin and thought for five seconds: if you sell it in three days, I will pump two thousand water; I can't sell it in three days, and I pick up an antique that can be sold for at least two hundred pounds, and I don't lose money in this business. "Alright," he said cheerfully, "let's sign a deal." ”

The next day, an old Lucia man came to the street antique shop. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, sharp eyes, and looks definitely a connoisseur.

At a glance, he took a fancy to the red ghost-faced stone sculpture that the antique shop owner had casually placed in the corner.

"Is this for sale?" His English is stiff, with a typical Lucian tongue play, but his grammar is absolutely correct, as rigid as an English textbook.

"You have a good eye. It's a rare ancient Egyptian ghost face, carved out of redstone, and—"

"It's a couple."

The owner of the antique shop was surprised: "Really? You're right, maybe it is, but that's all the shop has at the moment. If you're interested, why don't you buy this first-"

The old man impatiently interrupted the antique shop owner again: "How much?" ”

The owner of the antique shop said very humbly: "Twenty or twenty thousand pounds." I promise it's a fair price—"

The old man didn't say a word, took out a large stack of money from his briefcase and threw it on the table: "I bought it." ”

Pick up two thousand commissions for nothing! The owner of the antique shop was overjoyed and bowed desperately.

The old man sat and waited for the owner of the antique shop to wrap up the stone carving for him, and casually asked, "From whom did you buy it?" ”

"A pair of tourists, they may have left—"

The antique shop owner's words were interrupted every time. Old man Lucia said impatiently, "Now you have a chance to make a fortune. There is another one that is identical to this redstone ghostface. If you can find it, I'll give you another two million. ”

The owner of the antique shop is caught in a fierce battle of ideas: he can make another big profit! Do you want to try it?

"Sir, this can be a bit difficult. You've seen it, too, such a rare redstone ghostface—"

"We Lucians have a saying: When you encounter difficulties, the iron rod sweeps; The difficulty increased, and the iron rod thickened. I have to get what I want. ”

"I'm afraid this is tricky—"

"Thirty thousand."

The antique shop owner's eyes were rolling. The unjust man in front of him is willing to pay 30,000 pounds, which is not a small amount of money. "I'd like to ask you about it. However, there is no guarantee of the outcome. ”

"You'll have to get it this weekend," said old Lucia, "and I'll be out of here next week." That's where your chances of making a fortune end. With that, he picked up the red ghost face and walked away.

Looking at the back of Lucia's hawker, the antique shop owner is caught in a fierce ideological struggle. Lucia, a foolish and rich man, who didn't know which tendon was wrong, was willing to spend 30,000 pounds to buy a stone sculpture worth up to 200. The net profit from this sale was too big, and he thought, it would be unfair to me to take only 10 percent commission, and I had to swallow the profit.

He first tried to find the same stone carvings through his own channels.

Within two days, he had searched all the people he knew, and all of them had no such stone carvings in their inventory.

On Friday, Lucia Hawker called. "I've bought all my tickets and I'm flying to Moscow on the weekend," he pressed the antique shop owner, "have you found it?" ”

"I know, dear sir, if you can bear with me a few more days, I will-"

"You're trying to raise the price, right? The last bite price, 50,000 pounds, I won't add a penny. ”

Fifty thousand!

The antique shop owner was going crazy, and he almost felt the money ring between his fingers. "Believe me, I'm trying to do whatever it takes," he begged, "give me a little more time." ”

Damn, why hasn't that yellow-skinned monkey who sells stone carvings yet appeared?

The owner of the antique shop now desperately hoped that Nan Xiao would appear in front of him.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, as soon as he put down the phone, Nan Xiao walked into the store with a fire prevention girl. "Boss, it's been three days, have I sold my red ghost noodles?"

“…… Indeed, you were lucky enough to really sell it. ”

The owner of the antique shop took out 18,000 pounds and paid Nan Xiao in full. These should have been my profits! He thought depressedly, but I could only get two thousand, which was not enough to plug my teeth.

"This red ghost face is a pair," he asked tentatively, "you must have something handy—"

Nan Xiao interrupted him in surprise: "How do you know? The red ghost face is my family's ancestral, and it is indeed a pair. ”

The antique shop owner felt his stomach cramping. If you go straight in now, will you be slashed by him? However, seeing Nan Xiao talking and laughing with Laura about leaving, he realized that he couldn't wait any longer, "Sell me the other one too," he said, "I'll ...... Three thousand pounds? ”

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