The next day, at 2 PM, Gu Yunche received a message from Luo Qianqian that her father had gone to the antique market.
Beijing has a dedicated antique market, a place for antique enthusiasts to buy and sell.
He had only been there a few minutes when he spotted Luo Qianqian's father in the crowd.
However, he didn't go up to greet them immediately; he just kept his distance and followed.
Greeting someone at this time would undoubtedly be a disappointment and unwelcome.
Mr. Luo strolled along with his hands behind his back, occasionally walking into the shop to look at things, but he didn't seem to intend to buy anything.
After wandering around for a while, I finally found myself in the newly opened antique shop.
With the opening of the new store, there were many more invited guests, but the store also had quite a few treasures on display.
Mr. Luo examined each item carefully, finally stopping at a blue-and-white porcelain plate with a lotus scroll design, which he seemed quite interested in.
After watching for a few minutes, I had someone take it out to look at.
"Teacher Luo, this is a blue and white porcelain plate with a lotus scroll design from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the rich blue and white, the shape and pattern, and the body and glaze..."
Mr. Luo held it in his hand and examined it carefully, then nodded in satisfaction.
He loves collecting blue and white porcelain and calligraphy and paintings. This blue and white lotus scroll plate is quite nice. Last time he came across a plate with a broken branch pattern but didn't buy it. This time he found one that he is even more satisfied with.
"What's the price?"
The owner of the antique shop came over and held up three fingers.
"Three hundred thousand."
When Luo's father heard the price, he hesitated again.
If it were under 200,000, he would have bought it without hesitation. But if he bought a plate for 300,000, his wife would have given him a hard time.
However, he also knew that such a flawless blue-and-white lotus-patterned plate, dating from the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, was indeed worth the price.
He held the plate in his hands and examined it carefully. Just as he was about to turn it over to check the bottom, someone suddenly bumped into him from behind.
His hand slipped, and the plate fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Such a precious treasure, broken in his own hands, made Luo's father's heart tremble.
However, the antique shop owner asked with a somewhat complicated smile.
"Teacher Luo, this plate fell from your hands, how... how do we handle this?"
Upon hearing this, Luo's father looked behind him and asked, "Who bumped into me just now? Who was it?"
"No, I saw you not holding it properly yourself." The antique shop owner said with a smile, "It's only 300,000, Teacher Luo, it's not like you can't afford it."
"Someone bumped into me, I didn't fall," Mr. Luo said angrily, his face turning red.
If he could actually buy the plate back intact for 300,000, he would accept it.
Now there are just a bunch of fragments. Asking him to buy them back for 300,000 would be like ripping him off.
"Teacher Luo, please don't make things difficult for me now that my new shop is opening. If it really comes to the point of calling the police, it won't be good for either of us," the antique shop owner said with a cold smile.
"I didn't break it, why should I buy it? You...you're trying to extort money from me!" Mr. Luo was so angry that his hands were shaking.
I finally found the time to come and browse around, and then this unfortunate thing happened.
"Teacher Luo, are you going to deny it?" The antique shop owner said to the customers in the shop when he saw that he was unwilling to buy it. "Everyone, be the judge. This plate was smashed from his hands. This is the first day my little shop has opened, and this is the first thing I've encountered."
Seeing this, the surrounding guests also acted as peacemakers and offered their advice.
"Sir, this plate was indeed broken from your hands, so you should buy it. Boss, you should also take a step back and ask for less, and this matter will be resolved."
The antique shop owner sighed with a troubled expression and reluctantly took a step back.
"Forget about 300,000, I'll compromise, but 250,000 is the minimum."
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