Song Feng lay on Yuan Lei's ear and muttered a few words, and the corners of Yuan Lei's mouth twitched.

"Boss Mao, I discussed it with my young master, and I think it's better not to barter, you tell me first, how much is it worth, if it's within our budget, we will pay directly."

"Hahaha, no problem, for the sake of the two of you who know the goods, I will give the two of you a seven-fold discount, this pen holder used by Emperor Kangxi, the market price is 10 million, if the two of you want, 7 million."

Everyone gasped when they heard this.

Boss Mao's machete was really fast and ruthless, and the handicraft pen holder of dozens of yuan not only became the royal thing of Emperor Kangxi in his mouth, but also made up a set of specious origins.

Million?

Seventy is too much.

"Young Master, what do you think?"

Song Feng asked.

Yuan Lei stood up and looked at the pen holder in Boss Mao's hand, and said in a complicated tone, "Boss Mao, can you be sure that this thing is real?"

"Of course."

Boss Mao said without thinking: "It's definitely a genuine pen holder, and I can guarantee the two of you here."

Li Zheng secretly scolded Boss Mao for not being a thing, not only did the nonsense come as soon as he opened his mouth, but the traps in the words could be seen everywhere.

People ask you if this antique is genuine, and Boss Mao replied that the pen holder is absolutely real, without mentioning whether it is a real antique.

Based on this sentence, even if Song Feng and Yuan Lei found out that they were deceived and found trouble with Boss Mao later, Boss Mao would have a hundred reasons to shirk.

only said that the pen holder was real, and never said that this pen holder was an antique, let alone that it was something used by Emperor Kangxi.

There is no evidence, and the two of them were fooled only for a moment.

Yuan Lei heard that there was a trap in Boss Mao's words, looked at Song Feng and said, "Xiao Song, I think this thing is okay, what do you think?"

Song Feng suddenly sighed and said, "Young Master, let's go."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces changed, and no one thought that Song Feng would come to such a hand.

Li Zheng "chuckled" in his heart, could it be that the two of them saw the problem.

Boss Mao said nervously, "Two gentlemen, weren't you quite satisfied before? Why do you want to leave all of a sudden? Could it be that there is something that does not catch the eye of this pen holder?"

"You're having a problem doing business."

Song Feng said in an unhappy tone: "Although my young master and I are not famous in the antique shop, but we have bought so many antiques, we still have some eyesight, you are not authentic in business, of course we will not do business with you."

Hearing these words, Boss Mao's heart went up and down, could it be that his nonsense was made people see through?

It shouldn't be.

Boss Mao has been in the antique business for many years, and he definitely has a set of observations, if the two of them see it, they will not waste so much time at all, it is estimated that they have left just now.

Boss Mao, who didn't know why, knocked on the side and said: "The two gentlemen are angry, Mao has been doing business on the street for many years, and he has always been a child, if there is any dissatisfaction, you can say it in public, if it is really Mao's responsibility, Mao will not say a word, and immediately apologize to the two."

Not to mention that everyone doesn't understand, Yuan Lei doesn't understand which one Song Feng is singing now.

Song Feng straightened his face and said, "Boss Mao, don't think we don't know, you shops who do antique business are all asking for money to pay back on the spot, you say it's worth 10 million, I think it's only worth 5 million, and when you move your upper and lower lips, you have to earn us an extra 2 million, you call it conscience?"

Boss Mao almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood, Song Feng said that he was not authentic, it turned out that he was referring to the price problem.

Without waiting for Boss Mao to speak, Song Feng stretched out five fingers and said, "It's good, this thing is only worth five million, and we won't buy a penny more."

Li Zheng took a few deep breaths and was thundered by this sentence.

Where is bargaining, it is simply taking the initiative to send money out.

Boss Mao offered 10 million and took the initiative to reduce the price to 7 million, proving that there is a lot of room for maneuver in antiques.

Anyone who buys this fake with four figures is a rare injustice in the world.

Boss Mao's eyes rolled, and he put on a painful look, and said, "It's not that Mao is deliberately raising the price here, it's really this thing, it's really worth so much money, if it weren't for the sake of the two of you, let alone a seven-fold discount, even if it's a nine-fold discount, Mao someone would have to think twice."

"Look at this work, look at this quality, and then think about its origin, can the things used by Emperor Kangxi be ordinary antiques?"

"The palace internal affairs office is carefully built, it belongs to the official kiln of the official kiln, the price is seven million, I really don't make any money, I just want to make friends with the two, if this gentleman insists on five million, this business may be ......."

"That's it, that's it."

Boss Mao's words changed, as if he had made some major decision, he stomped his feet hard, and said helplessly: "It is said that the sword sends the hero, and the BMW sends the hero, it is rare to meet two guests with such temperament and vision, five million is five million."

"There is something more important in the world than money, and that is fate."

One of the people counted as one, and secretly scolded Boss Mao for coming home shamelessly.

Listening to what he meant before, he thought that he would bite seven million to death and not let go.

Zeng Xiang said a lot of nonsense, and in the end he was still willing to sell for five million.

Li Zheng was speechless, strange things happen every year, especially this year.

Big fools like Song Feng and Yuan Lei, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, it is estimated that there will not be a single one in the whole street, but today is good, two big fools came at one time.

"That's pretty much it."

Song Feng showed a satisfied expression, and said arrogantly: "To do business, it should be one and two two, five million is five million, what do you want seven million, it is not worth so much money at all."

"Alright, no more nonsense. How do we trade? Is it by bank transfer, or will we write you a cheque?"

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Boss Mao really wanted to jump up and shout three times, God opened his eyes, and the God of Wealth came to the door.

Song Feng and Yuan Lei are more brain-dead than the other, and the tattered goods that Boss Mao found from the store casually cost more than 20 yuan.

Now sell for a sky-high price of five million. It is equivalent to his net profit for two years, no wonder the ancestor of the antique shop left a message, those who do this business will not open for three years, and they will open for three years.

That's not wrong at all.

After talking about the payment method, Boss Mao called the clerk and brought the shopping contract in their store.

Under the witness of everyone, Boss Mao quickly wrote the contract, signed his name and amount, and respectfully handed the contract to Yuan Lei.

"Xiao Song, you come and sign, millions of things, I'm too lazy to do it."

When Yuan Lei said this, he secretly slandered in his heart, unless his brain was hit by a meteorite, it would never be possible to sign this word.