Holy crap!

I'm one minute late!

Chen Yang beat his chest and stamped his feet in frustration!

This moment.

He felt like he had missed out on a fortune!

A chance to make a fortune slipped away.

A chance to snag a great bargain has been lost.

I'm so unwilling to accept this!

Thinking back to the 1,000 yuan I just spent on the taxi, my heart aches!

We've lost everything!

Bang!

Suddenly.

A middle-aged man reeking of alcohol rushed out of the Wanbaozhai lobby and bumped right into Chen Yang.

He was still muttering curses under his breath.

"You think you can buy my treasure for 2,000 yuan? You're dreaming!"

Holy crap!

Chen Yang wanted to cry but had no tears!

His frail body was knocked to the side by a middle-aged drunkard.

This sickly little body is really not up to par.

at this time.

A staff member in a suit and tie, presumably the manager, chased after them from the lobby of Wanbaozhai.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he exuded a blend of shrewdness and cunning.

"Why are you in such a hurry to run away when we haven't agreed on a price?"

The bespectacled manager stared intently at the porcelain bottle in the drunkard's hand.

"Let me tell you, this bottle of yours is a fake, and it's not even a high-quality fake."

“I’m losing money even if I offer 2,000, so no one will be willing to offer a higher price.”

The middle-aged drunkard stiffened his neck.

"Bullshit! Back then, my old man treasured it; it must be worth a fortune. How could it only be 2,000?"

"You swindler!"

The four-eyed manager gave me the feeling of punching empty air.

"This is just a fake; it's hardly a treasure."

"It's just a decoration at best!"

The two were locked in a stalemate.

An elderly man with white hair strolled over from a distance.

Leisurely and calm, like a regular at the antique street.

The four-eyed manager's eyes lit up, and he greeted them:

"Mr. Li, please come and judge for yourself, is this bottle in his hand a counterfeit?"

The white-haired old man was quite wealthy and had a passion for collecting.

He is an expert in antiques.

"Okay, then I'll come and take a look."

He took the porcelain bottle with a smile and examined it carefully.

A moment later.

His expression shifted.

"Huh...it really is a fake!"

The middle-aged drunkard looked suspicious.

"Grandpa, you must take a good look. This is a family heirloom. How could it be a fake?"

The white-haired old man had a kind smile.

"I am not an expert in appraisal, and I only have a slight understanding of porcelain. My judgment cannot be relied upon."

"However, based on my decades of experience, I can tell..."

"This is just a replica; it's not a real treasure."

After saying that, he shook his head regretfully.

Seeing this situation.

The middle-aged drunkard looked dejected and hung his head.

The bespectacled manager, on the other hand, was beaming with excitement and eager to try.

Who knew—

The white-haired old man spoke again:

"Of course, my greatest hobby in life is collecting all kinds of porcelain."

“I still have dozens of porcelain pieces in my home, most of which are imitations.”

"If you're willing to part with this porcelain vase, I'm willing to offer 6,000 yuan to buy it."

What do you think?

Upon hearing this, the bespectacled manager was taken aback.

His face was full of bitterness.

Originally, I just wanted the old man to lower the price.

Unexpectedly, he interfered and raised the price to 6,000.

this……

What profit margin is left?

The middle-aged alcoholic was overjoyed!

I was extremely disappointed.

Unexpectedly, a new path opened up before us.

The old man offered 6,000, so it seems this broken bottle isn't entirely worthless.

Thinking of his 8,000 yuan gambling debt, the middle-aged alcoholic's greed was reignited.

"8,000!"

"I'll sell it to you if you give me this price."

The middle-aged drunkard extended his thumb and forefinger, making an "eight" gesture.

"What?"

"8,000?"

The white-haired old man and the bespectacled manager exclaimed almost simultaneously.

The four-eyed manager had a strange look in his eyes.

He looked at the middle-aged drunkard with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

That's outrageous! It's wishful thinking!

The white-haired old man, however, felt dissatisfied.

snort!

He offered 6,000, which was already a premium, but he was still not satisfied.

They are so greedy!

8,000?

Do you think I'm a sucker?

but.

Looking at the blue and white porcelain vase, the white-haired old man was still a little reluctant and did not turn around to leave.

Hesitant for a moment.

"I'll take the 10,000!"

Chen Yang, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up, breaking the deadlock.

at this time.

Chen Yang felt extremely fortunate.

I thought I had missed it.

Unexpectedly, I witnessed a truly spectacular show.

The sale of antiques has reached a critical moment.

Chen Yang quickly stepped forward.

actually.

His mind was racing with anxiety; he was incredibly nervous.

On the surface, however, he appeared completely calm and collected!

There was no indication whatsoever of how much he valued the porcelain vase.

That was something they were determined to win!

According to intelligence reports.

The porcelain vase was bought by the white-haired old man for 8,000 yuan.

Then.

After expert appraisal, the porcelain vase was confirmed to be an authentic Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain.

It is worth 800,000.

Buy at 8,000, sell at 800,000.

It was sold in a flash.

It surged 100 times; I snagged a huge bargain.

This has become a celebrated story in the antique street!

Chen Yang's move at this moment was an attempt to intercept the prize.

They forcibly snatched away the opportunity that rightfully belonged to the white-haired old man.

This is a steal, I'm definitely going to take it!

...

Chen Yang's sudden appearance delighted the middle-aged drunkard.

He was thinking of extorting money from me.

If it can be sold for 8,000, then sell it for 8,000.

If all else fails, 6,000 will do.

Unexpected.

A sucker suddenly appeared and offered 10,000!

It exceeded the expected target by a full 2,000.

He immediately turned his head and looked at the white-haired old man.

"Sir, if you think it's too expensive, why don't you give it to this distinguished guest?"

"He offered 10,000!"

The white-haired old man did not answer, but looked at Chen Yang.

His eyes were full of doubt.

"Young man, why would you spend 10,000 yuan to buy a low-quality counterfeit?"

"I'm certain that this bottle is worth around 3,000, at most 4,000."

Chen Yang had not yet spoken.

The middle-aged drunkard standing nearby suddenly glared angrily at the bespectacled manager.

"Didn't you say that you'd lose money even if you spent 2,000 to buy my bottle?"

"Something worth 4,000 yuan is only offered for 2,000 yuan. They're cutting the price in half! What a scoundrel!"

The bespectacled manager remained silent, embarrassed.

Facing the white-haired old man's piercing gaze, Chen Yang felt a little uneasy.

This white-haired old man was shrewd and experienced; someone was trying to play tricks on him.

The pressure is immense!

Even the slightest oversight or carelessness cannot escape his keen eyes.

If he notices something amiss, things will get complicated.

but.

Chen Yang's mental fortitude is absolutely top-notch!

He raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips.

He acts like a rich second-generation heir, a smug wolf who doesn't care about money.

It's repulsive!

This acting is comparable to an award-winning actor!

"Tch...it's just 10,000 yuan, isn't it?"

"You're making a fuss over nothing!"

He pointed at the porcelain bottle with his finger, showing utter disdain.

He had an arrogant look on his face.

"What's so great about this piece of junk?"

"To tell you the truth, I know nothing about porcelain, but my sister loves flower arranging."

"She asked me to help her buy a bottle. I thought this thing was okay, it could be used to some extent."

"It's that simple!"

"hey-hey!"

Everyone was stunned, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets!

What the hell is this?

Where did this eye-catching bag come from?