The salvage of Ming Dynasty shipwrecks officially began, and the business of broken porcelain pieces was immediately affected.

I didn't receive any broken porcelain pieces this morning.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the man selling broken porcelain came.

He was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a long gown and dressed in an old-fashioned manner.

Cui Fu knew that the owner of Lao Xingtang was a young woman, and he looked down on her at first.

How can a woman do antique business?

After meeting him in person, I retracted half of my attitude.

Fang Zongtang is repairing a bronze tripod. The body of the tripod has been cleaned and is now being treated to prevent rust.

Cui Fu looked at it for a few seconds before speaking.

"Is it Boss Fang?"

Fang Zongtang said without even looking up: "Please sit on the stool and wait for a moment. I need to use this material quickly, otherwise it will solidify over time."

Cui Fu hurriedly said politely: "Just use it, I'm not in a hurry."

Zhang Xingzu had already investigated Cui Fu's background. He used to run an antique shop on this street. The antique market was not good a few years ago. He was old-fashioned and would not sell to foreigners or those he didn't like. He lost a good shop. Recently, his son wanted to start a business, but he couldn't afford the capital, so he started his old business again.

While Fang Zongtang was dealing with the bronze tripod, Cui Fu was looking around the yard.

The reclining Buddha of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Treasure Pagoda, the jade cabbage, the old Yue Kiln, and the jars of a good harvest, these are all priceless items, and they are just casually placed in the yard.

It was just like a pile of junk, all piled on one table.

Isn’t she afraid that the table will collapse and all the good things on the table will be ruined?

Cui Fu was so distressed!

I want to find a shelf to put it up, but there is nothing in the yard.

He can't just go to someone else's place to discuss business and bring a shelf as a souvenir, right?

When Cui Fu felt so distressed, she used up the best paint in her hand, connected the bucket with water, soaked it, washed her hands and called it a day!

"Let's not beat around the bush. Just tell me how much you want." She believed Cui Fu understood what she meant.

Cui Fulai had already made up his mind before coming here, and he would not give in even a cent.

But when he saw Fang Zongtang himself and the things all over the yard, his heart started to move again.

"The price I charge is a little higher than Lao Zongtang's, otherwise people wouldn't bring their goods to me to sell!"

Zhang Xingzu had told her about the price.

"I can only tell you this: you will never find anyone else in Hong Kong who collects broken porcelain like me." She had the confidence to say this.

Cui Fu stopped talking. This woman was a tough one. He had checked and found that she had a strong backer.

"I don't want much. Each item must be fifty cents more expensive than what I paid for it." This was Cui Fu's final bottom line.

After seeing the priceless things all over the yard, he knew that the excuses he had prepared when he came here were useless.

Even if it's 50 cents more expensive, it's not impossible to negotiate.

She has been collecting broken porcelain for so long, and she should have collected most of the broken porcelain on the Hong Kong market.

"Yimao, starting from the day after tomorrow, we at Laoxingtang will no longer be doing the porcelain broken business. This business will be given to you!"

Cui Fu was stunned. He never dreamed that the result of the discussion would be like this!

"Why, you don't want to?" Seeing that Cui Fu didn't say anything, she asked again.

Cui Fu is already considering whether it is worth it.

"Do you accept the broken porcelain I collected?"

She nodded: "Yes, but not in the store where we do business. We in Laoxingtang mainly do restoration!"

She has never forgotten this!