Flea markets have always been a place where buyers make their own judgments, and it is rare for sellers to take the initiative to point out the items.

What's more, Song Dynasty tortoiseshell glaze is indeed rare on the market.

Even if people don’t buy it, it doesn’t stop people from crowding in to watch.

"Those who know the goods can take a look. This kind of craftsmanship and the texture are usually out of reach without 80,000 or 90,000 yuan. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never see this store again. Hurry if you want to buy it."

Gu Ming originally wanted to take it back for a refund, but the boss suddenly changed his friendly attitude and almost hit him with a broom.

While swinging the stick, he yelled, "Where did this lunatic come from? You brought a fake item to my store and tried to cheat me by pretending I bought the wrong item. Do you dare to covet your grandfather's hard-earned money?"

There was no other way. I knew that this broken cup would have to go through a series of inspections when it was taken to the auction house, and there was a chance that it would not be discovered to be a fake.

But it’s different at the flea market. Even Uncle San has to hold the items in his hands and examine them carefully before he can identify them. He might as well try his luck and maybe get cheated out of them.

If he were to come forward alone and the truth were to be revealed, it would be very troublesome to be held accountable.

He paid money to hire a talkative gangster, and he ran away immediately after the auction was over.

Just wait for the other party to bring back good news.

Don't be fooled by the appearance of this pointed-faced and monkey-faced man, he is indeed very eloquent.

A few words made the originally hesitant buyers rush to bid: "Fifty thousand, I want this tea cup."

"Fifty thousand is nothing, little brother. I'll add five thousand and give you a two thousand yuan red envelope privately later. This will not only facilitate this deal, but also help you make some extra money. What do you think?"

"Go away, go away. I thought it was worth it. It's 60,000 yuan at the moment. Any more and it's not worth the price."

The arguments rose and fell.

The sharp-faced thug narrowed his eyes in a smile, he never expected that things would develop so smoothly.

In the end, it was a big brother who bought the tea cup for 78,000 yuan.

It’s not that other people don’t have the money to fight for it, but they have said that the minimum guarantee is only 80,000, so there is not much point in fighting for a few more dollars.

The eldest brother took it very lightly. He didn't expect that he could break through the encirclement and grab such a good cup. His face was full of smiles.

He hurriedly reached out to inspect the goods: "Move aside, let me see the quality of the tea cup first. If there is no problem, we will pay and receive the goods."

The gangster was shocked because his employer had specifically instructed him not to let anyone observe him closely.

Although there are very few people in Beijing who can identify the authenticity of something just by looking at it, it is possible that this big brother is one of them.

Seeing him standing there for a long time without any reaction, the eldest brother became a little anxious: "I won't damage your things. Even if I did, it's what I wanted to buy. There is no rule that buyers can't even inspect the goods, right?"

Could it be that he felt that his bid was too low and suddenly changed his mind?

The most taboo thing in doing business is to regret at the last minute.

But after all, the goods were not delivered to him and the money was not paid. Even if he changed his mind temporarily, he had no excuse to refute.

The eldest brother patted his sleeves and could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Seeing him about to leave, the gangster gritted his teeth and said, "Wait a minute, I didn't say you couldn't inspect the goods. This price is really a bargain. I'm just afraid that if I don't make a deal, the cup will get damaged somewhere."

"Well, you can look at it, but you absolutely cannot touch it."

There are many strange and difficult things to ask of those who sell antiques, but my brother didn't take it seriously and readily agreed.

After all, it was the antique shop owner who had tried every possible means to find a high-quality imitation. The materials and craftsmanship were all genuine, otherwise he would not have been able to fool Gu Ming.

My eldest brother has come into contact with several antiques, so he has some basic knowledge about them.

After carefully examining it and making sure there were no tiny cracks on the surface or lining of the tea cup, he readily paid for it.

"Okay, 78,000, right? Here, please count it clearly first."

Taking the thick stack of red bills, the gangster wet his tongue with his fingertips and rubbed them for a few seconds before quickly flipping through the money.

After counting, put the tea cups into the wooden box.

One felt that he had exceeded his employer's expectations and was feeling smug, while the other tried hard to control his excitement at getting a Song Dynasty tortoiseshell glaze cup at such a cheap price.

When their eyes met, both sides were extremely satisfied.

Li Xiujun has never been a helpful person, but she just couldn't bear to see Gu Ming end up well.

"Wait, I think this tea cup is fake."

Fake?

The eldest brother quickly took back the red note, and his eyes, which were originally full of smiles, now showed a bit of caution.

The most taboo thing when buying antiques is buying fakes. No matter how much truth there is in this little girl's words, you have to find out first. After all, no one wants to be a sucker for nothing.

The money was clearly handed to him, but the gangster was caught off guard by the sudden change and didn't react. He didn't hold it tightly and was actually snatched away by the big brother.

"Where did you come from to cause trouble?" The thug raised his iron rod fiercely and was about to hit her: "Get out of here, don't delay my business."

Li Xiujun dodged to the side and successfully avoided it: "If you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door. Since it's true, why are you afraid of me saying it?"

"What's wrong with you? This teacup of mine is more real than gold, and you suddenly pop up and keep saying it's fake. How can the adults at home bring it to you? You have no manners at all."

There were also some vendors among the onlookers who joined in the criticism.

Li Xiujun had originally intended to give her eldest brother some advice, but when the topic of parenting came up, she immediately became enraged.

"More real than real gold? You have no manners? I don't know. These days, those who sell counterfeit goods are so arrogant. Who can be more black-hearted than you?"

It just hit the gangster's sore spot.

He failed to hit him the first time, and became angry and humiliated, so he picked up the iron rod and was about to hit him again.

The eldest brother stopped him, suspecting that there was something fishy going on: "Just tell me, little girl. It doesn't matter if you say something wrong."

It’s not easy to make more than 70,000 yuan just by talking. If you spend money to bring back a fake product, you will regret it to death.

This girl looks young, but it will only take a little time to listen to her. If she makes sense, then I'll be getting a good deal.

"As we all know, the unique tortoise-shell pattern of tortoise-shell glaze is due to the cracks, flow and filling of the glaze surface when the green body is coated with uranium, fired in the kiln, and then expanded and re-fired."

"Everyone, take a close look at this tea cup. What do you find?"

Touching his chin, the eldest brother looked thoughtful. "The black and yellow patterns are interwoven so neatly, which perfectly demonstrates the superb kiln technology of the Song Dynasty."

The gangster only half understood what he heard, but it didn't stop him from hearing the big brother's praise and he shouted hurriedly.