Uncle Liu laughed, a sinister glint flashing in his narrow eyes: "Is that so, girl? What good stuff have you gotten this time?"
He had to admit that Ning Yuan's words had piqued his interest.
If there are really good items, he wouldn't mind if she brought them out first, and then... hehe.
Ning Yuan opened her basket and took out a bowl wrapped in layers of rags and straw from the bottom, then opened it in front of everyone.
The moment the magnificent yellow glaze was revealed, Uncle Liu's dull eyes lit up instantly.
He blurted out: "Qianlong period - yellow-glazed bowl with incised dragon design!"
Ning Yuan gave a thumbs up: "Uncle is indeed an expert. He can tell at a glance even before he has it in his hands."
Unlike later generations when antique forgery techniques were highly advanced and counterfeit goods were everywhere, there are basically no counterfeit goods now.
Uncle Liu exhaled his cigarette butt, his eyes suddenly darkening: "Little girl, you've got quite the connections, you must have a lot of good stuff!"
Moreover, this bowl is in excellent condition, with a bright and new glaze!
Ning Yuan wiggled her toes on the Yuan Dynasty indigo plum vase: "Hmm, this bowl is a good item, but it's far inferior to the plum vase."
Grandma Xia once said that while bowls and plates from the Qianlong era were indeed valuable, this Yuan dynasty plum vase was truly rare!
Because this type of plum vase is not only ancient, but was also exclusively used by the Yuan Dynasty emperors, other vases made from it would be broken, resulting in very few being unearthed and making it extremely rare in the world.
Grandma Xia had only seen it once when she was young, at the home of a very wealthy man in the capital.
Uncle Liu watched her feet wobbling, and felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
He couldn't help but raise his voice in annoyance: "Be careful! If you know it's valuable, why are you shaking it like that?!"
Ning Yuan stopped swinging her feet and looked at Uncle Liu: "Yes, but this bottle is only precious to Uncle Liu. For me... it's just so-so."
Uncle Liu's face darkened. This brat was threatening him with the bottle!
He said coldly, "Little girl, you're a smart girl. Since you don't really care about this bottle, then give it to me. I guarantee you'll get out of this alley safely."
Ning Yuan shook her head and smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Uncle Liu, that's not enough, and your guarantee is unreliable."
Uncle Liu looked at the plum vase at her feet, then at the bowl in her hand, and couldn't help but get annoyed: "What exactly do you want!"
Ning Yuan decisively held up two fingers: "I'll give you two thousand yuan for this plum vase and this dragon-patterned bowl!"
These words almost made Chen Chen's legs go weak and he almost knelt down.
"impossible!"
"You're insane!!"
Uncle Liu, the short, thin man, and the skinny man couldn't help but speak up.
For the first time, Chen Chen was surprised that he actually agreed with the enemy's views. By Marx's grace, he repented!
Everyone stared at Ning Yuan in disbelief, thinking she was crazy!
What does two thousand yuan mean?! The most skilled senior technicians in Shanghai only earn 90-100 yuan a month, and 99% of people in the country have never even seen a thousand yuan!
At such a critical moment, this woman is still thinking of extorting them. What kind of mental illness is this?
Uncle Liu was so angry he almost laughed: "I've never seen a girl like you in my entire life. What, are you really tired of living?"
He paused, a ferocious glint flashing in his eyes: "Or do you think that just because you managed to escape being sold by the human trafficker Qiu Laosan with your cleverness last time, you can still pull off the same tricks against me?"
This little girl escaped from Qiu Laosan last time and even got Qiu Laosan and his human traffickers into the police station, but she's not an ordinary thug or human trafficker like Qiu Laosan.
Chen Chen sensed something was wrong. He frowned and said with a heavy heart, "Sister-in-law, this might be a gang of desperate criminals..."
How could my sister-in-law be so obsessed with money! He wouldn't be worried if the captain were here, but now that the captain isn't here!
Ning Yuan said to Uncle Liu indifferently, "Of course I want to live to be a hundred years old, but Uncle Liu, two thousand yuan is excessive. But you know better than me that the price I offered is not high. This plum vase could have been exchanged for a whole box of gold bars before liberation."
Grandma Xia had told her that the super-rich man had once traded a plum vase for two airplanes before the liberation.
Not only Chen Chen, but everyone around Uncle Liu was astonished.
Everyone had the same thought—"My God, we knew it was valuable, but we didn't know it was this valuable."
Uncle Liu's face darkened: "But this isn't the pre-liberation era. How do you know I have two thousand yuan? Even if I do, what makes you think you can walk out of here with that money and not run into something as unlucky as murder and robbery?"
Ning Yuan's big, bright eyes were mischievous: "As the saying goes, antiques are treasures in prosperous times, and gold is treasures in chaotic times. Uncle Liu, if a prosperous era weren't approaching, why would you be in the mood to go around collecting antiques? Two thousand yuan is something that ordinary people have never even seen, but you... definitely have it!"
One of the economic lessons she learned from the two elders, Xia and Tang, was that antique economics was a trend indicator.
Five or six years ago, during the Cultural Revolution, these things were all smashed. Now, people are actually starting to collect them everywhere.
This indirectly indicates that the economy is developing in a positive direction.
Moreover, given Uncle Liu's impressive entourage and profound knowledge of plum vases, he must be determined to acquire them and must have some unknown sales channels and suppliers.
Ning Yuan said decisively, "As for how I can get the money and leave here, it's simple. We'll go to the street and make the transaction, cash on delivery, or else..."
"Or what will you do?" Uncle Liu sneered.
Ning Yuan pointed decisively to the plum vase at her feet: "Otherwise, I'll smash this plum vase and the dragon-patterned bowl in my hand, and you can forget about getting any more of my business."
"You dare! If you smash these things, you're all dead!" the skinny guy couldn't help but yell.
He knew that his older brother had been thinking about this bottle day and night.
Ning Yuan glanced at him as if he were an idiot: "The goods are with me, why wouldn't I dare? I'm not like you who make a living solely by selling goods. At most, I won't sell these anymore."
She paused, looked at Uncle Liu, and smiled: "As for whether he lives or dies, even if my brother can't beat all of you, you'll still suffer heavy losses. Uncle Liu, are you sure you want to lose both your man and your wealth, and suffer a major blow?"
Skinny guy was furious: "You filthy bitch, what do you think..."
"Enough!" Uncle Liu gave the skinny guy a cold look, and the skinny guy immediately fell silent.
Uncle Liu stared at Ning Yuan and Chen Chen, seemingly trying to determine the truthfulness of her words and the situation.
In the standoff where neither side would yield an inch, the air instantly became suffocatingly still; you could hear a pin drop.
Under this dangerous pressure, Ning Yuan's back stiffened, but she still stubbornly refused to admit defeat and stared at Uncle Liu, her big, dark, cold eyes unwavering.
Chen Chen gripped the knife tightly, his body radiating murderous intent. His hawk-like eyes calculated how to attack and eliminate the most enemies in the shortest time.
It felt like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like only a few minutes had gone by.
Uncle Liu suddenly lit another cigarette and said coldly, "Two thousand yuan is too much. I only have thirteen hundred yuan. If you don't want it, leave your lives behind."
"Big Brother!" This time, neither the fat winter melon nor the skinny bamboo pole could hold back.
Uncle Liu glanced over, and they could only shut up.
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he could bargain meant that he had compromised.
Chen Chen could tell that the other party had relaxed their killing intent, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. As long as Ning Yuan agreed, he could get away.
Unexpectedly, the petite girl next to me said decisively, "No, 1,800 yuan is the lowest price."
Chen Chen instantly sensed the enemy's murderous aura rising again: "..."
He also wanted to die. How could someone be so greedy for money that they would rather die than live!
Anger flashed in Uncle Liu's eyes: "Fifteen thousand is the most, no more!"
If that brat dares to haggle again and cross his bottom line, he'll make her die on the spot and take nothing from her!
Ning Yuan frowned, looking pained and distressed: "Deal!"
Everyone: "..."
Did you agree so readily?
Uncle Liu was prepared to kill Ning Yuan and Chen Chen, even if it meant injuring himself, just to save face. But when he heard the other party suddenly agree, he was a little taken aback.
But... he set the price, and it seems we've already crossed his bottom line.
This is... this is... killing him is one thing, not killing him is another!
His brother was suffocating!
...
Meanwhile, during the time Ning Yuan went to the city to sell mountain products and antiques, and also caused trouble for Uncle Liu and his gang of desperate men.
Her man, well, her current man is also feeling extremely frustrated with his ex-boyfriend.
In the small courtyard of the cowshed, two men faced off.
"What exactly do you want to say, Comrade Li Yan?" Rong Zhaonan looked at the man standing in front of him expressionlessly.
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