I remember that time, he saw a rather rare mother coin at the flea market. Zhang Long took a liking to it first, and the old man next to him was so anxious that he kept scratching his head and ears. It was quite funny.

In the end, Zhang Long spent 500 silver dollars to acquire this fine mother coin, which can be considered a small bargain.

Seeing that Zhang Long was still so young, Ma Yuan wanted to trick him into spending 2,000 silver dollars to acquire this exquisite mother coin.

As a result, the two of them got along well and became friends, often getting together to admire the treasure.

I wonder what the old man wanted to talk to him about today?

As soon as Zhang Long answered the phone, he heard a deliberately lowered voice on the other end: "Hey Long, are you free right now?"

"Come to Boguzhai right away, there's something I'm not sure about."

"You can help me take a look."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Long immediately became interested.

This old man is known for his skill in appraising coins, but he's not so good at anything else, so this time it must be something like coin appraisal.

The fact that the old man values ​​it so much suggests he's quite curious about what good it is.

Today, his girlfriend Xin Xin went to take an exam, leaving him alone at home. He picked up the keys to his Lamborghini car, which was on the shoe cabinet, and drove off to Boguzhai.

Looking at the Boguzhai area, a young man who looked to be about 23 or 24 years old was wearing a full set of designer clothes covered in logos. He was showing off like crazy, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know he was rich.

At this moment, the young man impatiently urged, "Boss, have you made up your mind yet?"

"If you really don't want it, give it back to me and I'll go sell it at the Zhengu Pavilion next door."

"This was left to me by my grandfather. I wouldn't sell it if I weren't short of money lately."

Ma Yuan wasn't sure either. If it was fake, the key issue was that the thirty-odd silver coins the kid brought were all genuine, but this Cao Kun military uniform portrait commemorative coin for the establishment of the Constitution was indeed rare, so he really couldn't be sure.

"Young man, don't rush. This silver coin is quite valuable. I need to take a closer look at it."

"But how much are you planning to pay?"

Seeing that Ma Yuan seemed to be softening, the young man's eyes quickly lit up with joy, but he still maintained an anxious expression.

He then said, "500,000, just 500,000, and I'll give you this silver coin that my grandfather left me."

“If those silver dollars weren’t worth less than 500,000, I wouldn’t want to sell them.”

As if to prove his point, the 30-plus silver coins in front of him were all exquisite pieces, including some minor gems worth 50,000 to 60,000 yuan.

All of these add up to a little over 400,000, which is still a bit short of 500,000.

Because of Ma Yuan's slight softening, the young man seemed unusually patient for the rest of the time and did not mention the neighboring Zhengu Pavilion again.

With a roar of an engine, Zhang Long quickly appeared in the store, looking quite nonchalant.

"Mr. Ma, has the antique I asked you to keep an eye out for been found yet?"

"I need it urgently!"

"Is there?"

"If not, I'll go check out the Zhengu Pavilion next door."

As if to prove he was in a hurry, Zhang Long started talking non-stop, like a machine gun.

This was what the two had agreed upon beforehand, and then Zhang Long walked over to the young man's side.

"Excuse me, I need to pass!"

Taking advantage of the moment his view was blocked, Zhang Long quickly glanced at the warlord commemorative coin.

When he first saw it, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the silver coin, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

You can only make more accurate judgments after you get your hands on it.

However, having a bad feeling is enough; he hasn't made a mistake with this move so far.

So, discreetly, using a spot where the young man couldn't see, he brought his index and ring fingers together, bent the other fingers, and slid them together.

The old man immediately understood and said very eagerly, "Mr. Zhang, how could I forget what you asked me to do? The things are already inside. I'll take you in. Please sit in the living room for a while, and I'll be right there."

Zhang Long immediately walked inside, without even glancing at the silver coins on the table.

"Sir, I'm still not sure about this silver dollar. I have other important matters to attend to. Please make yourself at home."

"With that, Ma Yuan prepared to send them away."

"He acted like he was in a real hurry, that a big deal had come his way, and that he didn't even care about your little thing."

It has to be said that if Ma Yuan were to go into acting, he would definitely be a veteran actor.

"You, I... sigh!"

In the end, the young man didn't say anything. The antique business is all about mutual consent, and since the other party wasn't going to buy it, there was nothing he could do.

However, he was still curious to see whether Zhang Long was there to cause trouble or simply to buy something.

Just a moment ago they seemed about to agree, but now this person has come and they're refusing to accept it at all.

The old man seemed to have figured something out, but he didn't say anything. He just looked like he was about to shoo people out and prepare to close the shop to entertain important guests.

After the young man packed his things and left, Ma Yuan hung a "Do Not Disturb During Rest" sign on the door.

"Sigh, this old man almost got into trouble today."

"It's all my fault for being greedy; I was almost blinded by greed."

Ma Yuan walked over to Zhang Long, brewed him a pot of tea, and said...

"Oh, please sit down and tell me in detail what happened today."

After Old Man Ma explained what had happened, Zhang Long understood.

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