The other piece is a pot with a mouth shaped like a three-dimensional phoenix head. The body of the pot is decorated with relief floral patterns, drooping lotus petals, hunting scenes, and other Chinese and Western designs. The handle is in the shape of scrolling grass. The glaze is based on yellow, green and white, with red and blue colors layered on top to create a mottled and gradient effect.

Although this teapot looks mottled, a connoisseur can tell at a glance that it is a truly fine piece.

Annie pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on the teapot. The colorful horse was also quite nice, but its value was far less than that of this teapot. Her grandfather would definitely love this teapot. Although its collectible value couldn't compare to that of a private seal in his mind, it would definitely be a treasure that he would keep as a precious keepsake.

“Sir, your items are so-so, they’re all from recent times,” the second man said after examining the items.

“Uncle, I told you but you didn’t believe me. Modern items aren’t worth much. I’ll give you ten thousand yuan, that’s definitely not a low price,” the first man chimed in.

"Another hillbilly! Get out of here! I know exactly what this thing passed down from my ancestors is, humph! Trying to take advantage of your grandfather! Get out of here!" The old man got angry and covered the thing with straw.

"Sir, I'll give you 50,000 for these two items," the third man offered.

The first and second men turned around and glared fiercely at the third man.

The third man looked at the old man but ignored them.

The old man sneered, "Fifty thousand? You can't even buy a speck of dust? Do you think I'm some kind of hillbilly who doesn't know what he's selling? Don't try to fool me, you lot. I may not have connections, but I'll wait a few days, and I'm sure I'll find someone who knows their stuff."

The three men's eyes met briefly before they immediately looked away.

"Sir, I don't know them. I really like this thing of yours. Why don't you name a price?" the third man said with a smile.

“Brother, don’t break the rules. I’m negotiating the price with the old man.” The first man was unhappy.

"You want to rob me outright? The goods are right here, anyone can buy them, the highest bidder wins," the third man sneered.

"If you want to fight, get out of the way. If you break my things, I'll kill your whole family!" the old man said viciously, as if he had figured out that the three of them were in cahoots.

"Sir, name your price. If you can't afford it, we'll leave without wasting your time," a second man stepped in to smooth things over.

"Twenty million!" the old man said calmly.

One of the three men stumbled and said, "Old man, even if this were real, it wouldn't sell for twenty million. Twenty million in ghost money?"

"If you can't afford it, then hurry up and move your potatoes out of here. Don't think I'm blind and can't see that you three bastards are trying to cheat me. If you can't afford it, then get out of here. I'm not a pushover." The old man was quite arrogant.

The three men persisted, "Old man, this thing is really good. Here, I'll take it for 100,000."

That's how bargaining works in the antique market; the other party might ask for three million, but you could probably buy it for three hundred.

"Get lost! Don't waste your breath on me, the twenty million is not a penny less!"

"Old man, even if you sit here until you become a living fossil, you'll never sell. I advise you to quit while you're ahead." The three men were furious.

"Are you going to get lost or not? If you don't, don't blame me for being impolite. I have a mental illness, and killing people is not illegal." The old man pulled out a sharp knife from under the earthen basket.

The three men retreated simultaneously; the stubborn were afraid of the ruthless, and the ruthless were afraid of the reckless.

"Old man, calm down. Here's the deal: 150,000. We'll take it for 150,000." The three men backed away but didn't want to leave.

The old man jumped up and demanded money from the group, who were so frightened that they ran away in a panic.

The old man muttered curses under his breath, "Damn it, they're still trying to force me to buy something."