Is that all?
The shopkeeper looked Mu Chen up and down, thinking that he didn't seem like a rich kid. He was dressed so plainly. If he quoted a high price, would he scare him away?
"This number."
The boss simply held up a hand and slapped him.
Mu Chen asked, "Five thousand?"
The boss's lips twitched. He meant to say 500,000, but the kid in front of him said 5,000.
“Young man, this is a fine item from the Song Dynasty at its peak. If you are interested in buying it, I will give you the lowest price, which is 350,000 less. Please go outside and turn right; you will find what you are looking for.”
"Three hundred and fifty thousand?"
"Yes."
"Okay, deal!"
cough cough...
Mu Chen took out his bank card and handed it over, leaving the shopkeeper dumbfounded.
But what can you do if you're dumbfounded? The deal is already done.
There's a rule in the antique world: once a deal is made, there are no returns.
It all comes down to fate and keen eye. Once you've negotiated a price and it's accepted, you can't back out.
The quick transaction made the boss feel like he hadn't quoted a price high enough.
Unexpectedly, Mu Chen pointed to a landscape painting hanging on the wall and asked, "What about this one?"
The shopkeeper turned around, glanced at the landscape painting, and said, "Young man, I won't lie to you, although this painting is a copy from the late Qing Dynasty, it's still worth at least 50,000."
"Fifty thousand, sold."
I...
Where did this little bastard come from? He's so agreeable.
Mu Chen smiled and said, "Boss, that's 400,000 in total. Do you have a card reader here?"
"You're really lucky, young man. We just installed the equipment here a couple of days ago."
As he spoke, the shopkeeper took out a small box from under the counter, which had the UnionPay logo on it.
After the card was swiped, Old Niu, who had been standing next to him, said, "The item is good, but... 350,000 isn't a loss."
"Grandpa, this ceramic piece looks a bit like the plum vase depicting Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon!" the young man in the plaid shirt whispered to the old man.
The old man nodded, "The resemblance is there, but it's a pity it's not him!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Chen sized up the old man before asking, "Why are you so certain that this is not a Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain plum vase depicting Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon?"
“You little brat, you even know about Yuan blue and white porcelain? Alright, let me give you a little lesson.”
Old Niu stepped forward and pointed to the ceramics on the counter, saying, "This piece is identical to the Yuan blue-and-white plum vase depicting Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon in terms of height, base diameter, belly diameter, and mouth diameter."
“They all have small, open mouths without lids, with thick, flat rims, short and thin necks, flat shoulders, tapering below the shoulders, long and thin shins, flared outwards near the bottom, and flat bottoms.”
"But the style of the painting on this bottle is different."
"I have had the pleasure of seeing another scene of Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon to paint plum blossoms, but this is not it."
Upon hearing this, Mu Chen smiled.
"Sir, you are indeed very knowledgeable. I wonder how much a real painting of Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon with plum blossoms would be worth?"
"It's at least 300 million."
"Alright, I'll bring it back to light now."
To see the light of day again?
Old Niu's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Mu Chen carried the bottle and the painting that the shopkeeper had already taken down to the wooden table in the middle.
Then he took out the potion that he had just transferred from Shennong Space to his pocket and asked the shopkeeper for a rag.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Old Niu and that General Manager Qin, he began to apply the medicine in his hand.
"Grandpa, what is this kid trying to do?"
"Don't speak yet, Grandpa might have been mistaken." Old Niu's expression was solemn.
President Qin also asked in a low voice, "Mr. Niu, could this be the genuine piece of the 'Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon' plum blossom painting, one of the three wonders of Chinese porcelain?"
Old Niu didn't speak, but stepped forward and sat down, staring at the bottle in Mu Chen's hand.
The boss was getting a little nervous. If it really was genuine, wouldn't he be losing money hand over fist?
Soon, as Mu Chen wiped away the paint, the seven colors on the bottle gradually faded, and a brand new picture gradually emerged.
"Sir, please take a look."
Mu Chen placed the bottle on the table.
Old Niu immediately put on his glasses and took out his tools to carefully examine the item.
"Beautifully shaped, with smooth lines, and elegant and luxurious."
Mr. Niu looked at the other side and said, “The white glaze is clean and lustrous, and the blue glaze is rich and elegant, complementing each other.”
"With pine, bamboo, plum, banana, and rocks as the background, the imagery is vivid and unfolds a historical scroll. In addition to the image, there are five sets of decorative bands. The entire plum vase is decorated in an elaborate manner, and the layout of the decorative bands is well-balanced."
Old Niu put down his tools, his face showing surprise, and exclaimed, "A treasure! It's genuine!"
"Ah---" The boss was shocked and instantly regretted it to the point of despair.
President Qin confirmed with Elder Niu again, and then asked Elder Niu to appraise the item. Elder Niu thought for a moment and said, "The one I saw last time had a tiny flaw at the mouth of the bottle, and it was priced at 280 million. This one is the best preserved, and it should be worth at least 320 million."
After thinking for a moment, President Qin immediately said to Mu Chen, "Young man, I'll offer 330 million. Would you be willing to part with it?"
"Three hundred and thirty million? That price... is fair enough, and it's basically at its peak." Old Niu immediately gave his honest assessment.
Mu Chen nodded, "Okay!"
"Thank you, young man. My grandfather's 80th birthday is at the end of next month, and now I can finally rest easy!"
President Qin breathed a sigh of relief, asked Mu Chen for his bank card number, and handed him a business card.
The boss's face was ashen, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Three hundred and thirty million!
It has increased nearly a thousandfold. He is not just filled with regret, but feels like his ancestors have crawled out of their graves and whipped him.
Seeing the money arrive in his account immediately, the boss suddenly coughed violently.
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