He put the money away, and then another customer came in. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this was the same person who had only wanted to spend five cents to buy the painting of apricot blossoms and parrots on silk.
This was a young man, probably in his early twenties, dressed in decent clothes, who started looking him up and down as soon as he arrived.
It was precisely because of this respectable attire that the old man thought the young man was rich and wanted to extort money from him, but the young man was only willing to pay five cents.
The old man looked at it strangely and immediately asked with a grin, "What would you like to see, sir?"
The young man looked around and asked with a grim expression, "Where is that silk scroll of the apricot blossom parrot?"
"The apricot blossom parrot? It's been bought." The old man said casually. "Young man, you have no eye for talent, but others do. A young girl was willing to paint fifty for that apricot blossom parrot! But you only offered fifty cents. I'd rather lose money than sell it to you!"
The young man's face turned even paler. He looked at the old man, gritting his teeth, "That's an original! A painting like that is worth tens of thousands of yuan! And you're selling it for fifty!"
The young man initially believed that the painting of the apricot blossom parrot was genuine, but he didn't have that much money and wanted to find a bargain, so he pretended that the item was worthless and that he was only willing to spend 50 cents to buy it.
No matter what the old man said, he wouldn't sell.
The young man was afraid that the old man would notice something when he was negotiating the price, so he went back to get the money. He planned to come back and find the old man again, under the pretext of buying other things, and try to buy the silk painting at the same time.
As a result, after he returned with the money yesterday, the old man had already left, leaving him empty-handed.
He rushed over after work today, hoping to take the apricot-flowered parrot home, but... he was too late!
Seeing the old man's smug look, the young man was determined to convey his resentment to him as well, so he said fiercely, "That silk painting is an authentic work from the Song Dynasty! A real apricot blossom parrot. You sold it for fifty yuan, do you know how much it's really worth!"
The old man was stunned. When he realized what was happening, he quickly ran outside.
In the vast sea of people in Beijing, where can one still find any trace of that young woman?
The old man sat down on the ground with a thud and burst into tears.
Tens of thousands of yuan!
It just vanished without a trace!
Not even fifty yuan!
It didn't even cost three and a half dollars; he just gave it away as a small bonus...
The old man couldn't hold back and cried his heart out.
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