Antique Street!

This is Fang Hao's destination.

Lin Haomin likes antiques, and he believes that if he buys a few antiques for the other party, the other party will definitely make a deal with him.

Fang Hao's purpose for coming here is very clear, that is, to pick up leaks.

"Brother, look at my Da Ming relic bowl, the price is not expensive, only 18,000!"

Generally, the people who come to the antique street are middle-aged or old men, and few young people will appear here.

An antique dealer saw Fang Hao appear, and immediately became interested.

This kind of money for ignorant young people, that is definitely the best to earn.

"If you really want to be a Ming relict bowl, you will only sell it for 18,000?" Fang Hao rolled his eyes.

The antique dealer smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother, then look at this stone warrior horse, this is really something from the Qin Dynasty, a fixed price, two million, if you want to take it." ”

Since I think I'm making a low offer, I'll make a high offer.

"You don't even have the right firing technique for this stone warrior horse, if you want to learn from others to make ancient times, at least you have to be three cold and three hot, right?" Fang Hao was funny.

Now that he has broken through to the divine realm, his perception of these treasures is even more obvious.

Antique dealer: "......"

He didn't even recommend Fang Hao anymore.

I feel that I have met a great antique connoisseur.

Fang Hao went around and found that there were no antiques that he was satisfied with, so he couldn't help but shake his head.

He thinks about it, how many people have to come to this antique street every day, and if there are good treasures, they may have been snatched away a long time ago, where can they get their turn?

"Friend, this calligraphy of mine is absolutely genuine, if you are sincere, take two million."

At this moment, a voice sounded in Fang Hao's ears, he reflexively looked at the voice, and stopped as he was about to travel away.

A little old man was holding a calligraphy in his hand, and it was clear that he was the owner of the calligraphy.

Next to the little old man, there was a middle-aged man in a down jacket who wore gold-rimmed glasses.

"Whether your calligraphy is genuine or not, you and I both know that he is an imitation of the Qing Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, not genuine at all, out of 200,000 yuan, because I really like the great poet Wang Wei, this character is very similar to his real handwriting."

At this time, the gold-rimmed glasses retorted.

"I'm real, if you don't buy it, you can leave, less than two million, I won't sell it."

The little old man said a little angrily.

"Don't sell and pull down!"

The gold wire glasses snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Old man, I bought this calligraphy of yours, two million!"

Fang Hao saw the golden wire glasses leaving, so he stepped forward.

Although he doesn't come to the antique market, he still understands some of the rules of the antique market, the last guest is bargaining with the boss, and the other guests can't go to increase the price, which is a violation of the rules.

Unless the boss bids openly.

"Okay, two million will be sold to you!" The little old man said happily.

Now that his son is getting married, he has no house, no car, and no money, so he sold this calligraphy and used it to marry his son.

"Wait!"

However, just as the little old man was trading with Fang Hao, the golden wire glasses suddenly turned around and came back, saying:

"This calligraphy, 2.1 million, I want it!"

He naturally saw that this calligraphy was genuine, and just now he just wanted to play a trick to capture the old man, so that the little old man suspected that the calligraphy was fake, and he might be asked to go back, and 200,000 yuan was sold.

Who knew that as soon as he left, Fang Hao turned back.

The true value of this calligraphy is about 3 million, and even if it is 2.1 million yuan, it can earn 900,000 yuan.

"Friend, you're a bad rule, I'm trading with the old man, you come to intervene, it's not authentic."

Fang Hao said with some dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, I was still talking to this old man just now, but the price was not discussed, I accept his price now, and I am willing to give 100,000, I came first."

Golden wire glasses didn't expect Fang Hao, a young man, to understand the rules, and said with strong words.

"You're going to compete with me?"

Fang Hao asked with a slight squint.

is only a few million, he doesn't take it to heart, but he can't accept the other party's unreasonable posture.

The gold wire glasses pushed the glasses, "I'll bid with you, what's wrong?" ”

"Huh!"

Fang Hao smiled and said, "Old man, I'll give five million!" ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the gold wire glasses defiantly.

"You ......"

The golden wire glasses were so choked by Fang Hao's bid that he couldn't speak, and after a while, he scolded:

"You're insane, this calligraphy is only worth three million, and you give five million!"

"It's terrible to be uneducated!"

Fang Hao shook his head helplessly, looked at the little old man, and continued to ask:

"This calligraphy, five million, will you sell it?"

"Sell, sell!"

The little old man said hurriedly.

His expectation was only two million, but now it has become five million, where can such a good thing be found?

Don't sell for nothing, don't sell for nothing.

"Then pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, and give me the bank card account number."

Fang Hao spoke indifferently.

The little old man quickly took out his bank card, and Fang Hao transferred the money.

"Boy, you wait to cry to death, this calligraphy, it's really only worth three million, and if you smash it out, it's two million."

The gold-rimmed glasses sneered.

The old man next to him was very afraid that Fang Hao would not admit it, so he left after transferring the money.

"Really? If you really think I've lost two million, then you can see it! ”

After Fang Hao finished speaking, he unfolded the calligraphy, and then he moved his hands slightly, and the calligraphy was actually divided into two by him.

Of course, it was not torn in half, but one layer was divided into two.

The second layer of calligraphy immediately appeared in the eyes of the man with gold wire glasses.

"Post within post!"

The gold-rimmed glasses lost their voice, "This is Wang Wei's lost side plug." ”

His voice immediately attracted several glances from the surroundings.

Then everyone saw the painting in Fang Hao's hand.

The sharp-eyed man suddenly gasped, quickly came to Fang Hao, and said excitedly:

"Little brother, I will give 40 million for this calligraphy, can it belong to me?"

"I'll give forty-five million!"

"Fifty million!"

……

Several people have bidd.

Wang Wei's unique and authentic work is worth the price.

The old man, who was going away and made a small profit of three million, almost fell.

Fifty million things, he sold them for five million!

The man with gold wire glasses also regretted his death at this time.

Why did he go to bargain with the little old man just now, and began to buy it directly for two million, isn't it fragrant?

"Guys, I'm sorry, but I don't sell this painting."

Fang Hao glanced in the direction of the man in the golden wire glasses, with a faint mockery on his face.

The little old man in the distance suddenly came back and said, "Little brother, I will return the money to you, and I will not sell this painting." ”

"You're afraid you don't know the rules, right? Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, we have cleared the money and goods, what, are you trying to break the rules? ”

Fang Hao said with a slight frown.

The little old man smiled awkwardly, Fang Hao ignored the little old man anymore and turned to leave.