When the boss heard what Yang Jing said, his face immediately lit up with joy and he directly gave a quote of 15,000.
Yang Jing shook his head and said nothing.
The boss said anxiously, "Sir, this bottle was passed down from my grandfather's generation. Even if it's not the Qianlong official kiln blue and white porcelain, it's at least a high-quality imitation from the Republic of China period. This bottle is definitely worth the price."
Yang Jing asked with a smile: "Boss, what's your name?"
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then said, "Oh, no need to charge, my last name is Wang."
Yang Jing thought, "If your last name was Wu, I might agree to this price, but your last name is Wang, and you are not related to the forger Wu Tianming at all. How could this bottle be passed down from your grandfather's generation?"
Of course, this cannot be said, but Yang Jing said: "Boss Wang, I am sure that this bottle is not passed down from your grandfather's generation. Let me give you some popular science. The simplified Chinese character "制" only appeared after liberation. Before liberation, the traditional version of "制" was always used, that is, "制" on the top and "衣" on the bottom. Therefore, the production year of this bottle cannot be earlier than 1949. Please don't give this bottle any history. I understand all these things. I just want to buy a decorative bottle for the living room at home. How can I buy it if you ask for such a high price?"
The boss lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "How much do you plan to pay?"
Yang Jing slowly stretched out two fingers and shook them slightly.
When the boss saw the gesture, he immediately shouted, "No, this price is absolutely not acceptable. This bottle is in such good condition, I will not sell it to you for 2,000 yuan."
Yang Jing said with a smile: "Boss Wang, I didn't say two thousand yuan, I said two hundred!"
The stall owner's face suddenly changed, and he said unhappily: "Little brother, if you want to have fun with someone, please go to another stall. I won't let you have fun here. Two hundred? Two hundred is not even enough for the cost of purchasing the goods!"
As if realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag with his last sentence, the stall owner immediately kept silent.
Yang Jing shook his head and slapped his hand, saying, "Since two hundred is not even enough for your purchase cost, I will give you a little more. Five hundred yuan, if you agree, I will take this bottle away."
The boss looked at Yang Jing with an embarrassed expression, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Brother, this price is really too low. I can't afford it."
When Yang Jing heard this, he turned around and left without saying a word.
When the boss saw Yang Jing's attitude, he ran out of the stall and caught up with Yang Jing in two quick steps. He held Yang Jing's arm and whispered, "Brother, please take care of my business. Can you give me a little more as a reward for my hard work? Look, it's freezing cold and foggy. It's not easy for me. Can you give me a little more? Six hundred, six hundred is okay? Take the six hundred bottle!"
Yang Jing stopped and turned to look at the stall owner. After a little consideration, he nodded and said, "Okay, six hundred is six hundred. It's not easy for you in this cold weather. I'll take the bottle for six hundred yuan."
The two of them walked back to the stall together. Yang Jing wanted to sign an agreement with Boss Wang, but Boss Wang was just a street vendor, so how could there be any agreement? In the end, he could only take out a piece of white paper and wrote on it: Purchase Agreement. Today, Yang Jing, ID number: xxxxx, purchased the artwork "Five Bats Holding Shouguan Ear Vase" from Wang Deyi, ID number: xxxxxx, at the Lion City Railway Station Antique Market for six hundred dollars, in capital letters: six hundred dollars.
Below are the signatures and dates of the two people, which constitutes an agreement.
After the agreement was signed, Yang Jing counted out six red old man heads from his wallet and handed them to Boss Wang. Boss Wang took them and counted them, then with a smile on his face, he found a cardboard box for Yang Jing, stuffed some old newspapers in it, put the bottle in it, and handed it to Yang Jing.
Holding the bottle, Yang Jing no longer had the heart to wander around.
The bottle in his arms is worth a lot of money. Yang Jing knew a piece of news. That is, at an auction held by CITIC in Macau last October, a Guan Er bottle with similar appearance to this bottle was sold for 6.9 million Hong Kong dollars. Although it is not considered high among the blue and white porcelains of the Qianlong official kiln, 6.9 million Hong Kong dollars is almost equivalent to 5.8 million national currency.
Yang Jing was just worrying about the low amount of money on his card, but just when he was dozing off, someone brought him a pillow.
Yang Jing did not expect that a heavy fog would drive him off the highway, and then he followed a bus going to work to the vicinity of Singapore Railway Station, where he discovered this antique market and finally found this strange bottle.
As if it was destined, this bottle was trying to make me take it away in a roundabout way.
Holding the bottle, Yang Jing walked back to his car, took out the bottle again and looked at it carefully, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out how the bottle was fake.
Yang Jing took out his cell phone and wanted to call his grandfather, but then he thought that his grandfather was not very knowledgeable about porcelain, so he thought about it again and called his uncle and asked for the phone number of Mr. Yang Tianmin's home.
This old man Yang is no ordinary man. He is not only proficient in calligraphy and painting, but is also an expert in porcelain.
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