When it comes to things like antiques, Mr. Du never has a clear purpose.
So even before arriving at the ghost market, Su Jianwei was already looking forward to it.
The ghost market in Haojing did not disappoint Su Jianwei. The entry threshold was low, and it was more than five times larger than the ghost market in the imperial capital.
The stalls around are filled with all kinds of antiques, wooden furniture, agates, jades, and so on. There is nothing you can't see, only what you can't imagine.
The passers-by basically didn't talk, only the occasional talking could be heard in front of the stalls.
Dim lights, people whose faces can't be seen clearly, and unclear giggling sounds. If someone who doesn't know the situation sees this scene, they might be scared to death.
The ghost market here is a little different.
Su Jianwei's purpose of coming here today was just to see the world. She followed behind Mr. Du, looking around from time to time.
Mr. Du walked very fast. He came here today with his own goal.
Su Jianwei followed Mr. Du and walked straight to the stall under an old poplar tree.
The stall owner was a man in his forties. When he saw Mr. Du, he sat up from his stool and said to him with a smile, "Uncle Du, you're here."
Mr. Du nodded, took the stool handed to him by the man, and sat in front of his stall.
"Where's the stuff?"
"Here."
The man took out a box wrapped in several layers of cloth from behind his back. He opened the layers of cloth and revealed a golden box.
The man carefully placed the box in the middle, then opened it and took out a half-arm-high porcelain vase with two handles and intricate pink patterns.
The mouth of the bottle was blue, with yellow and blue patterns interwoven downwards, and the left and right handles were orange. The bottle was pink in color, with intricate patterns and many hollowed-out areas. This was the first time Su Jianwei had seen such a bottle.
When Mr. Du held the bottle in his hand, Su Jianwei clearly felt that the air around him seemed to be stagnant.
"Weiwei, the light."
Su Jianwei carefully brought the dim lamp on the stall to Mr. Du, then took out a flashlight from her bag and helped Mr. Du shine it.
"Qianlong's revolving vases are all rare treasures. Uncle Du, you know that if my father hadn't passed away, I would never have dared to sell his collection."
"It's just that there are so few people who can get this Heart-Transforming Bottle. After all, it's my grandfather's favorite. I would feel guilty selling it to someone else, so I called to let you take a look."
"Are you sure this is your father's swirl bottle?"
Lu Zhenshun's heart skipped a beat.
Mr. Du showed no expression the whole time he was identifying the bottle, so Lu Zhenshun couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
But, what did he mean by this?!
Lu Zhenshun's expression froze for a moment, but returned to normal the next second.
It was dark and Mr. Du didn't look up, so no one noticed the change in his expression.
But Su Jianwei, who had been standing behind Mr. Du, saw it.
She didn't have any solid knowledge about antique appraisal, but she could still tell something from Lu Zhenshun's expression. Combined with what Mr. Du had just said, Su Jianwei was basically certain that this was a fake.
As expected, Mr. Du continued, "I've seen your father's Qianlong revolving vase."
As Mr. Du said this, he put the bottle in his hand back into the box and emphasized, "I've seen it more than once."
He looked at Lu Zhenshun and sighed deeply, "Who did you sell your father's Heart-Transforming Bottle to?"
Lu Zhenshun looked at Mr. Du, and for a moment his throat seemed to be blocked by a stone and he couldn't make a sound.
"Xiao Shun, you should know my ability to identify. You are Lao Lu's son. Lao Lu and I have been friends for many years. I just want to know the truth."
Lu Zhenshun looked at Mr. Du's serious face and swallowed his saliva. He lowered his head to look at the rotating bottle that was carefully placed in the box and said with difficulty, "It was sold to a Hong Kong businessman."
He looked at the silent Mr. Du and explained anxiously: "Uncle Du, I really wanted to sell it to you!"
He lowered his head and said, "But I was too cocky. I boasted a little while drinking at Mudanfang, and a Hong Kong businessman who was visiting Gaojing happened to hear it."
Lu Zhenshun said indignantly, "That Hong Kong businessman said in front of everyone that the Qianlong revolving vase in my hand was a fake, and even said that the real one was in his hands!"
"How is that possible? You know my father's status in the antique world of Haojing. How could he have a fake? Besides, many people who are familiar with my father know about the Qianlong revolving vase in our family!"
"So I dragged that Hong Kong businessman to my house to see what a genuine Qianlong rotating heart vase was!"
Lu Zhenshun spoke with a smug tone, yet revealed an indescribable suppressed hatred.
"After seeing the revolving vase in my father's collection, the Hong Kong businessman carefully examined it with the experts around him. Sure enough, the one my father had was the real thing, and the one he had was just a high-quality imitation!"
"So, he bought the rotating heart bottle from your father's collection?"
Lu Zhenshun nodded. He also felt that breaking the contract was a bit unkind.
It would have been fine if he had just sold the bottle to that Hong Kong businessman, but now he's selling this fake one to Mr. Du as if it were the real thing.
He originally thought that Mr. Du had seen the old man's Qianlong revolving vase countless times, so he might not take a closer look this time.
Not to mention that the ghost market was so dark, he deliberately changed to a less bright light, so maybe Mr. Du wouldn't find out that this was a fake.
Lu Zhenshun was ready to escape with the money after settling the payment with Mr. Du.
But plans are not as good as changes. Who would have thought that even at such an old age, Mr. Du could still tell at a glance that the Qianlong revolving bottle in his hand was not the same one as before, even in such an environment.
Su Jianwei looked at Lu Zhenshun in front of him.
If it was true as he said, that the Hong Kong businessman bought the Qianlong revolving vase from him, then considering how much Mr. Du valued it, the price of such a treasure would definitely not be low, especially since the Hong Kong businessman bought it knowing that the revolving vase was genuine.
But looking at Lu Zhenshun's appearance, he didn't look like he had just received a huge sum of money.
Although he had shaved, there were traces of razor scratches on his face. He looked gloomy and had dark circles under his eyes, not to mention the red bloodshot in his eyes that could not be concealed.
This situation is a bit like Zhao Sinian's adoptive father who was desperate at the time.
You can’t act out human fatigue.
"Xiao Shun, I know you. You are not a greedy child."
"Since the Heart-Transforming Bottle was already sold as the genuine product, why are you selling this one to me? Is there something wrong with the transaction?"
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