"If you really want this sword, take it for twelve thousand!" The boss was not vague and directly stated a price.
Yang Jing shook his head and said, "Boss, the price is too high."
"This price is not high. These are copper coins minted by thirty-six different emperors. I spent a lot of energy just collecting these thirty-six ancient copper coins. Then I sorted them out and made them into this sword. This effort alone must have cost a lot of money! What do you think?"
"Haha, boss, don't lie to me. I'm not ignorant. The material of your sword is indeed copper coins minted by 36 different emperors, but they are all small coins, worthless small flat coins. The most expensive copper coin is only 20 or 30 yuan. The price of the copper coins used in this sword is no more than 1,000 yuan. You want 12,000 yuan, which is too expensive. How about this, 3,000 yuan, as long as you agree, I will take 3,000 yuan!"
"No, three thousand is too low. This price is not enough to pay for my work! Please give me a round number, ten thousand!"
Yang Jing still shook his head and started haggling over the price with the boss.
As I said before, the antique circle is a small world of its own. If you choose to walk in this world, you must abide by its rules.
Just like bargaining, it is actually a rule in this circle.
Some people may not like to bargain when buying things, but antique stalls are not chain supermarkets, so bargaining is a must.
In a street stall or store, even if you come across a once-in-a-millennium bargain, you must bargain hard, and even deliberately haggle with the seller for a few minutes for a few bucks. Why? To make him feel at ease. If you have your eyes on a product and the seller offers a price of 1,000, and you say it's a deal, the other party may say sorry that he made a mistake, this one is 10,000, and the one next to it is 1,000. Especially when you meet a seller with a lot of old goods, you must bargain until he really doesn't want to lower the price. This way, on the one hand, you can spend less money, and more importantly, the price of his goods will not be too high in the future.
Bargaining is both a rule and a means.
Yang Jing's real target was not the Golden Money Sword, but the two Golden Money Swords that were rusted into a lump. However, if he wanted to successfully take down the two swords, he had to work hard on this sword. As long as he worked hard, taking down the two swords would be a matter of course.
The two men haggled for a full ten minutes, and finally the boss stuck at the price of five thousand yuan and refused to lower the price. So Yang Jing said, "Well, since you won't lower the price, I'll pick two more swords as extras, but I won't refuse to pay you, you have to give me a lower price."
The boss thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, but you can't pick one from the shelf. The swords on the shelf are all priced no lower than this one. If you pick two more from there, I'd rather sell them to you for three thousand..."
Yang Jing smiled and said, "Of course, we have to leave some profit for you, boss, right? I'll just pick two from this pile. Mainly because I think these badly rusted swords are better for suppressing Feng Shui. You also know that the Golden Money Sword becomes more powerful as it gets older, right?"
The boss looked at the dozen or so rusty swords that were unrecognizable, nodded and said, "Okay, those swords are one thousand yuan each, pick two."
At this point, Yang Jing finally felt relieved.
Pretending to be very casual, Yang Jing took out the two gold swords that had just given him a great surprise from the dozen or so gold swords and said, "Let's take these two, plus the one just now. The total is 7,000 yuan, right?"
The boss nodded happily.
"Okay, let's sign the agreement and I'll transfer the money to you immediately."
Carrying the three swords wrapped by the boss, Yang Jing walked out of the Qian Tong Si Hai shop happily. He didn't even want to continue shopping. He walked out of the east gate, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the Palace Museum.
It was not even two o'clock yet, and even if the fourth and sixth sons brought their wives back, it would be six o'clock. He called Wang Jiazan in the car and told him to arrange a place, then hung up the phone and called Cai Yi.
"Uncle Cai, I'm Yang Jing. Do you have time this afternoon? I just bought two golden swords at Panjiayuan, but they are both badly rusted. I want to ask if you have any good way to remove the rust."
Although Yang Jing has been hanging out in the antique market with his grandfather since he was a child, he doesn't know everything. For example, when it comes to the technique of removing rust from ancient copper coins, Yang Jing is like blowing fire with a rolling pin - he knows nothing about it.
However, Yang Jing knew that it was not easy to remove rust from copper coins. If it was not done properly, a great treasure could be destroyed. The two gold coins were rusted badly, and Yang Jing did not want the ancient copper coins that made the two swords to be destroyed in his hands. Especially the gold coin sword made of the ancient 36 treasures. If any of the ancient copper coins were damaged, Yang Jing would be heartbroken.
Cai Yi on the other end of the phone smiled, "Yangzi, then bring your things over. I'm not very proficient in miscellaneous items, but there's nothing else in our hospital, and there are plenty of masters who are proficient in miscellaneous items."
"Okay, I'll be at the west gate in half an hour, and I'll have to trouble you to pick me up, otherwise I won't be able to get in."
"Don't worry, little brat. I'll be waiting for you at Xihua Gate."
On the way, Yang Jing thought for a while before deciding to directly absorb the precious energy from the two golden swords.
Yang Jing really had no confidence that he could recover the copper coins in the two gold and silver swords. Not to mention the gold and silver sword made by Medicine Saint Li Shizhen, who knew if the sword could be kept intact when removing the rust. As for the more severely rusted ancient 36 treasures gold and silver sword, Yang Jing was even less confident.
It would be better to absorb the precious energy of the facade while the two swords are still intact. If the two swords cannot maintain their original integrity when they are clear and the precious energy of the facade is dissipated, it would be a tragedy.
Just suck it!
Feeling the surging precious energy emanating from the two swords, Yang Jing almost hummed with comfort.
The cultural treasures contained in these two gold and silver swords are so magnificent that they are not even less than the cultural treasures contained in the Qianlong blue and white five-bat-holding-longevity-shaped vase with ears.
But thinking about it makes me feel relieved. One of the two swords was made by the Medicine Saint Li Shizhen himself, and the other one was not only made by a famous person, but was also made directly from the thirty-six treasures of ancient coins. It is inevitable that it contains so many cultural treasures.
Seeing that the humanistic energy of the holy ring gathered in the pool and increased significantly again, Yang Jing's heart was filled with joy!
Compared with the value of these two swords, Yang Jing cares more about the precious aura, because that is the essence!
More than half an hour later, Yang Jing, carrying three wrapped golden swords, followed Cai Yi, who had been waiting at the gate of Xihua Gate for a while, and walked into the Forbidden City again. When they arrived at Cai Yi's office, an elderly man in his seventies was already waiting for them in the office.
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