Sure enough, the stall owner immediately became flustered after hearing his words.
Do you even know how to do it?
Where do you find people talking about counterfeit goods at other people's stalls?
Besides, where in the world of antique collecting are there any fakes? At most, they're just counterfeit items.
Besides, as long as I don't explicitly say it's genuine, selling fakes isn't illegal! It all depends on each person's judgment!
Thinking of this, the stall owner felt he should teach this young lad a lesson, and so he began:
"Ahem, young man, I don't like hearing that. Everything on my stall is genuine porcelain; there's no such thing as fakes."
As for whether it's an antique or a cultural relic, that depends on your own expertise. Making a living in this business is all about skill…
Xu Lu nodded and said:
"The boss is right. In this antique street, you really can't get by without some skills!"
I'm not particularly skilled myself, but that uncle seemed to have a good eye; the small bowl looked genuine.
As he spoke, Xu Lu casually picked up the 'bowl' that the middle-aged man had been looking at for a long time.
The small cup, less than the size of a palm, has five chickens of different sizes painted on the outside.
One of the roosters is crowing, a hen and a chick are pecking at insects, and two other chicks are chasing and playing with each other...
"A Chenghua Doucai chicken cup from the Ming Dynasty. I never expected to find such a priceless treasure at this small stall. It's unbelievable!"
Xu Lu was secretly alarmed, but without changing his expression, he casually gave the price:
"Boss, I saw that the middle-aged man offered nine thousand, so I'll add a thousand."
"Ten thousand yuan, you can just sell me this little bowl, I don't know how to choose one anyway..."
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