Mr. Du nodded and said, "Be more careful."
The main reason is that this business is too complicated and a little girl can be easily deceived.
"Some things may not have a price, but if you like them, they have a price, little girl, do you understand what I mean?"
The saying "serve different dishes to different people" is very appropriate here.
Just when Mr. Du wanted to explain it in detail to Su Jianwei, Su Jian smiled and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa Du, I know what's going on."
Seeing that Su Jianwei was not pretending to understand, Mr. Du nodded and said, "Then go play."
In Mr. Du’s eyes, isn’t Su Jianwei just here to have fun?
When Su Jianwei got up and left, he glanced in the direction of Wei Nian and the others. Although there was a crowd between them, the prices over there were getting higher and higher. He didn't know if Wei Nian and the others had participated.
However, when Su Jianwei was leaving the Yuan blue and white porcelain stall, he saw Li Fengsheng pulling Wei Nian. He must have had a plan in mind and would not be taken advantage of.
Su Jianwei never had the idea of saying that the porcelain was fake, not even after Mr. Du proved his guess.
There is not much difference between destroying someone's job and killing their parents.
Not to mention, it's such a huge amount, which really ruined other people's business. It's hard to say whether Su Jianwei can leave the Antique Street today.
Besides, at her age, even if she pointed out that something was wrong, how many people would believe her?
She has never been one to talk too much.
Even if the other party is someone he knows, Wei Nian won’t do that.
In the inner area of the ghost market, most people went to join in the fun of the Yuan Dynasty blue and white double dragon jars, so there were basically no people in front of the other stalls.
Su Jianwei looked like a student, so the stall owner was not very enthusiastic about her. He just treated her as a spectator. After all, there were many people like her.
There was plenty of time, so Su Jianwei walked around the stalls one by one. When he saw something he liked, he squatted down to take a look and ask the price.
Among them was a celadon snuff bottle with flowers and birds painted on it. As soon as Su Jianwei picked it up, she inexplicably smelled smoke, which made her want to cough.
She put it down calmly and picked up a round fan embroidered with water lilies.
"Don't touch anything unless you want to buy it. All of my things are very valuable!"
The stall owner sat on a stool, playing with two large dice in his hands.
“Who said I wouldn’t buy it?”
Su Jianwei looked at the two dice and had some idea about the stall owner in front of him.
She held the fan in her hand and asked the stall owner, "This fan is very beautiful. How much is it?"
With just one sentence, the stall owner immediately knew that the man in front of him was a layman who knew nothing.
"This is a genuine Sichuan embroidery round fan from the Republic of China." The stall owner said as he looked at Su Jianwei.
If the price is too low, he will be unhappy and unwilling; if the price is too high, he is afraid that he will scare away the customers who have come with great difficulty.
While he was spinning the dice in his hand, Su Jianwei put down the round fan in his hand and reached out to look at other things one by one.
Most objects didn't react at all when Su Jianwei held them in his hands, and those that did react were not as strong as the snuff bottle just now.
The snuff bottle can be said to have caused Su Jianwei the biggest reaction so far.
The previous Fei Yulong does not count, the feeling of the two is different.
Fei Yulong's first feeling was that she wanted space, but the white magnolia hairpin and snuff bottle before her seemed to have touched their souls.
"What's the price? You're not planning on ripping me off, are you?"
Su Jianwei, like a young girl who knew nothing about the world, said to the stall owner carelessly, "Forget it, I don't want it anymore."
Just as Su Jianwei was about to stand up, the stall owner immediately said, "Don't leave, 200!"
"This is a good thing. 200 yuan is already a loss."
Su Jianwei picked up the round fan again. The fan was exquisite and beautiful, but... it should be an ordinary handicraft, probably worth only a few dollars. Even after twenty years, it would only be worth 200 at most.
"It's too expensive, fifty, and I have to give you this Chinese knot and this small porcelain vase."
The stall owner was speechless after hearing this: "This is not a small porcelain bottle, it's a snuff bottle!"
"This is a blue and white porcelain snuff bottle from the Qing... Ming Dynasty. It's much more expensive than this fan."
Although the stall owner changed his words quickly, Su Jianwei was certain that he was not familiar with this snuff bottle. Not only that, she felt that the person in front of her was just driven here to look at the stall and knew very little about the things on the stall.
"Brother, although I'm a student, I'm not that easy to fool."
"You can't even tell the dynasties apart and yet you try to trick me. It seems this fan is worthless."
Su Jianwei put down the fan, snuff bottle, and Chinese knot, stood up without hesitation, and said, "I don't want them anymore. I'll go look at other stalls."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't go!"
He finally wanted to make some extra money while his brother was away, "Add some, give me a hundred for three things!"
"sixty."
"Ninety-five!"
"Sixty-six, sixty-six is a lucky number. I don't want any more."
Gamblers love the word "lucky" the most. Sure enough, after Su Jianwei said this number, the stall owner hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll give it to you!"
The stall owner looked at Su Jianwei who was walking back and said, "You're not very old, but you're quite good at bargaining!"
"My pocket money isn't much to begin with, so of course I have to save it." Su Jianwei said with a distressed look on his face, "This is my pocket money for most of the past six months."
After handing over the money and receiving the goods, Su Jianwei first put the snuff bottle into his bag, then slowly tied the red Chinese knot on the fan, and then walked out waving the fan.
Su Jianwei didn't see anything suitable at the next few stalls. Not everyone was like the man just now who didn't know the value of things. Many people knew the things on their stalls like the back of their hand.
Su Jianwei was not discouraged. He strolled around slowly and even leisurely picked up three chicken feathers on the way.
Su Jianwei stopped when she reached the stall in the southern corner, simply because the stall owner looked like a "teenager" about her age.
The stall was not big, not even one meter wide, and there was grass behind the "boy".
The items on the stall were also very simple, a few pottery jars, bowls and plates, a small pile of copper coins and some small items, probably less than twenty items in total.
Su Jianwei walked over with the chicken feathers in her hand. She took a fancy to the copper coins and thought of making a shuttlecock out of them.
The "boy" only noticed Su Jianwei when she came to his stall. He put away the textbook spread out on his legs. The cover happened to be a high school geography textbook.
Su Jianwei took a quick look and squatted down to look through the copper coins on the stall.
There were about twenty copper coins in that pile, of different styles.
While Su Jianwei was flipping through the coin, he also tried to stuff the chicken feathers in his hand into it. When he touched a copper coin with "Da Qi Tong Bao" written on it, Su Jianwei turned it over in his hand without any expression, but his heart was already surging.
It was just because the feeling of touching the jade fat dragon at Old Du’s stall just now came back.
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