Mo Laishi walked quickly to Xu Laosan's stall and squatted down.
Xu Laosan, who had been shouting excitedly just now, was very happy to see that a sucker had finally come to his door. However, when he saw Mo Laishi's clothes clearly, his face immediately fell.
"Go away, don't disturb my business here." Xu Laosan waved his hands repeatedly as if to drive away a fly, trying to drive Mo Laishi away.
"What? You don't even want to do business?" Mo Laishi said nonchalantly.
"Bah! You look so poor, can you afford it?" Xu Laosan spat.
"That depends on what it is. How much is it?" As he said this, Morais pointed to a half-opened calligraphy and painting.
When Xu Laosan saw the calligraphy and painting that Mo Laishi was pointing at, his contempt grew even stronger.
Tsk, what a country bumpkin!
He collected this calligraphy and painting from a demolition team. At that time, all the valuable things in the old building were moved away by the residents, leaving only some useless decorations.
He took down this calligraphy and painting from the wall of a house, and the demolition team only charged him ten yuan.
He has many similar calligraphy and paintings.
"Boy, don't say that I look down on you. I won't make money from you. If you really want this calligraphy and painting, then give me... 50,000 yuan. This is the handwriting of the modern calligraphy master Chen Kaizi. If it were someone else, I wouldn't sell it for less than 200,000 yuan." Xu Laosan said with an expression of reluctance to sell.
When the stall owners of the two stalls next door heard this, they almost rolled their eyes to the back of their heads.
This Xu Laosan is so fucking ruthless. He bought something back for ten dollars and then sold it for fifty thousand. This is simply asking for an exorbitant price.
Xu Laosan often brags to the stall owner next door about how cheap the things he buys back are, so the stall owners around him basically know what his cost price is.
But even if they knew, they wouldn't tell.
Every business has its unspoken rules. Buying low and selling high is the unspoken rule of Xishi Antique Street. If someone can sell things with just their mouth, that is their ability and no one can say anything about it.
"500!" Mo Laishi stretched out five fingers and said with a harmless smile.
"Hey, little brother, how can you bargain like that? My purchase price is already 48,000. Let me put it this way, if you really like this calligraphy and painting, I will just treat it as a friendship with you. You can take the 48,000, and I won't make any money from you." Xu Laosan said with a pained look on his face.
Just now he was calling me a kid and a bumpkin, but now he changes it to "little brother".
Xu Laosan is better than anyone else at the traditional Chinese art of face-changing.
Because he knew better than anyone that this kind of decorative painting displayed at home would be sold for only one or two hundred yuan at best. Now this fool actually offered 500 yuan. He was so happy in his heart, but he still didn't show it on his face.
"600!" Mo Laishi didn't take Xu Laosan's words seriously at all and just added a hundred yuan.
"Little brother, I can't tolerate you being like this. Please let me earn some money. Forty-six thousand, it can't be any lower." Xu Laosan said with a red face.
"800! If you don't sell it, I'll leave." After saying that, Mo Laishi wanted to get up.
"Deal!" Xu Laosan, who had just been shouting that 46,000 could not be any lower, immediately shouted when he saw that Mo Laishi was really about to leave.
The stall owners nearby shook their heads when they saw this, thinking that Xu Laosan was really lucky. He bought something for ten yuan and sold it for 800 yuan. Young people nowadays are really stupid and have a lot of money.
Morais took out eight red banknotes from the cloth bag and handed them to Xu Laosan.
Xu Laosan was laughing so hard that he couldn't close his legs, no, he was laughing so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.
He quickly rolled up the calligraphy and painting and handed it to Mo Laishi.
At this moment, a young man appeared behind Mo Laishi.
Although the young man was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans, from the temperament he exuded, one could roughly guess that he was not from an ordinary family.
"My friend, can I take a look at the calligraphy you just saw?" the young man asked politely.
Mo Laishi glanced at the young man and handed the calligraphy and painting to him generously.
The young man opened it and frowned slightly.
He had just passed by Morais and happened to catch a glimpse of the calligraphy and painting in Morais's hand.
At that moment, the young man felt that the words on the painting seemed familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.
But when he took the calligraphy and opened it, he found that it was just a copy, and he was immediately disappointed.
The young man's name is Jiang Feng, and he is the third generation of the Jiang family in Shancheng.
The old man of the Jiang family is about to celebrate his birthday. Jiang Feng knows that the old man likes calligraphy and paintings, especially the calligraphy of the modern calligraphy master Chen Kaizhi, so he asked many people to help him search for it everywhere, but to no avail.
The reason why he appeared in the West City Antique Street today was just to try his luck.
When he first saw the calligraphy and painting in Morais's hand, he thought he had really found it, but it turned out to be a false alarm.
"Friend, can you sell this calligraphy to me? I'm willing to pay double the price." Jiang Feng said politely.
Although this calligraphy and painting is not Chen Kaizi's original work, his copying technique is quite good, so Jiang Feng plans to take it back and frame it himself.
But before Mo Laishi could say anything, Xu Laosan on the side interrupted and said, "Hey young man, if you like calligraphy and paintings, I have plenty here. There's no need to buy from him. To be honest, the one he has is a fake."
When the stall owners nearby heard this, they all showed contempt.
This Mr. Xu is such a scoundrel. Not only did you trick the customer into buying fake goods, but you also said it in front of the customer before the customer even left. Is this how you do things?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
