Chapter 152: Who is a liar? Who is the fool? 4

After putting away the two signed agreements, one for each person, Muder Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the fourth prince who was still ignorant, and seemed to be nonchalant, folding the agreement in half and folding it in half, and putting it in his trouser pocket, Muder Mo thought about it and couldn't help asking: "Do you still have many cultural relics like this in your palace?" ”

Yes, there are more than 10,000 more...... The fourth prince subconsciously wanted to answer.

But he immediately remembered the stern warning of the eldest sister of the emperor: sell the goods and it's over, no matter what the other party asks, answer that you don't know, don't say anything.

So the fourth prince shook his head decisively and replied, "I don't know." ”

Mudder Mo asked again: "It must be not easy to preserve it and preserve it so well, right?" ”

"I don't know."

Mudt Mo sighed while holding the night pot, and said to himself, "It must be not easy. This treasure must have been a coincidence, and it has gone through countless ups and downs before it can be passed down to this day. ”

"I don't know."

Mudd Mo looked at the Four Princes, who didn't know anything, suppressed the disdain in his heart, and an extremely subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Your Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, if you have other items to sell next time, you can also come to me." ”

"I don't know...... Good. ”

The deal was over, and the "stupid" Four Princes and the "particularly shrewd" Mudder Mo each returned to their respective homes.

Everyone was very happy with the deal.

"Elder Sister Huang, stuck here." The fourth prince, who had just returned to the palace, respectfully handed the bank card that had just received the money to Shi Koti.

Shi Curti bowed slightly, and took it unceremoniously: "Good job, 5% commission will be given to you in a while." ”

"Sister Huanghuang, can you give a little more commission? I've sold the eleventh night pot. The fourth prince said with a blank eye, like a poor puppy, "The second place on the krypton gold list is almost more than a fraction of mine, it's a shame." ”

Shicotti glanced at him and smiled elegantly: "I remember the queen mother......"

The fourth prince was excited, and recalled the fear of being beaten by the queen mother with a stick that night, and dared to beg for mercy: "Don't! Sister Huang, I was wrong! I'm very satisfied with the 5% commission! Don't tell the queen mother! ”

It's all tears when you say it.

As the fourth prince of the empire, he didn't even have the right to play kryptonite.

Originally, he was just restricting consumption, and he could only reduce Krypton, but since he couldn't hold back for a while and borrowed a loan shark to recharge, he was forbidden to use money, and he didn't even have the right to Krypton.

It's cruel.

If the eldest sister tells the queen mother, the queen mother can confiscate all the money he has worked so hard to earn.

The 5% commission is not bad, there are 6 million, which is enough for him to be happy for a few days.

Holding his commission, the fourth prince, Sikulin Cizawa, rushed back to his dormitory.

When he went out, he was so excited that he almost bumped into his third emperor sister head-on. When he turned a corner, he almost bumped into his clan cousin again.

Hey? Are they also here to help the eldest sister sell night pots?

Oh, by the way, the three emperor sisters and cousins are both famous, and like herself, she looks a lot like the person who will make a ruined move such as "stealing antiques", which is the "salesman" that the eldest emperor sister needs.

These thoughts swirled in the minds of the four princes, and they were filled with the game again.

Never mind it.

My game! I'm back with Krypton!

……

Since the great collector Mudder Mo bought the royal night pot at the rare treasure level, he began to lock himself in his study, observing this treasure day and night, and longing to hold it when he ate and slept.

Baby! What a baby!

That stupid boy actually sold such a treasure to him.

The members of the royal family are indeed a group of vases and straw bales who only know how to eat, drink and have fun, and ruin the wealth of their ancestors.

Mudder Mo sneered.

He was obsessed with researching his new toy, and after a whole week, with his stubble and greasy hair, he reluctantly walked out of his collection room, sorted out his image, and couldn't wait to call his fellow collector friend to show off.

"Hi my old friend Eli, guess what I got? A new collection from the Nishizawa Imperial Family! Oh my God, it's amazing! Mudt Mo's tone was full of excitement and smugness.

It's a precious, rare antique from the Nishizawa Imperial Family!

God knows how traditional and old-fashioned that historic royal family was, refusing to let out even a single teacup, so that there were only a handful of objects circulating outside, and most of them were small pieces such as brooches and accessories, and none of them were large.

He was able to get a night pot with history and heritage! And it was also a legal night pot sold to him by the royal family himself!

It's just amazing! This week, he thought he was dreaming!

Now that he finally woke up, he couldn't help but want to share the good news with his good friends.

Eli on the opposite side seemed to be silent: "......"

After a while, Eli, who is also a well-known collector, said cautiously: "My friend Mulder, the new collection you are talking about can't be a night pot, right?" ”

Mulder Mo: "...... How do you know? ”

"Sure enough." On the other side, Eli sighed, "Even you have been cheated by them." ”

Mudder Mo: ???

Did he buy a fake? No way?

Even if the four princes of Nishizawa dare to sell fakes, with his vicious eyes that have been immersed in the collecting world for many years, he should not be blind, right?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Eli said in a mournful tone, "Don't worry, you're not buying a fake, but—not the only one in the nightpot.

"As far as I know, over the years, at least a dozen collectors have bought from their royalty a time-honored and well-established treasure of the night pot. They're all true, but ...... Ay. ”

Mudder Mo: "......"

As a fellow collector, he naturally understands what the "hey" in his old friend's words means.

It is true that the antiquities from the Nishizawa Imperial Family are precious, but this "preciousness" is largely based on the scarcity of the number.

If the entire collecting world had only this one night pot in his possession, it would have been worth 120 million Spanish dollars, or even more if it was auctioned.

If there were ten in the collecting world, its value would likely plummet tenfold in an instant.

If there are more......

Mudder Mo couldn't have thought about it.

Originally, he really thought that this night pot was a once-in-a-millennium gem, after all...... According to normal logic, few people would keep a used night pot for thousands of years, even if it was used by the emperor.

But now, his friend Eli suddenly tells him that the Nishizawa royal family has suddenly sold more than a dozen superb night pots, and an equal number of collectors have been cheated.

Mulder Mo's first reaction was to return the goods.

However, the second reaction came to mind...... He had signed a purchase agreement.

In duplicate, one for the buyer and one for the seller, the transfer of property rights and the rule of "no return or exchange" in the collecting industry are specially marked.

Originally, he was holding himself accountable by the royal family, but now it seems that he is shooting himself in the foot.

Mudder Mo recalled that the seller he had met, the stupid Fourth Prince, had said a few words after he walked into his study.

"Can you guarantee absolute secrecy about the origin of the antique?"

"Good. Look at this thing. ”

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, I accept."

And then the deal is done.

From beginning to end, it was he himself who triumphantly and disdainfully offered, made agreements, and made payments......

Mudd Mo's heart is dripping blood.

So he's the idiot?!

(End of chapter)