The sixteenth day of being eavesdropped
"Hey, don't go, what's the price?"
The stall owner immediately called Gu Jinshui.
Gu Jinshui turned around and said indifferently, "I think it's at most ten dollars."
"Ten dollars won't work, ten dollars will make me lose a lot of money!"
The stall owner shook his head like a wave drum.
Gu Jinshui was happy, and thought to himself that he didn't know if he had bought this thing for a dollar, and he was pretending to be so arrogant.
"No?"
Gu Jinshui asked.
The stall owner shook his head and hesitated again.
He glanced at the table and said, "How about I add something for you? What do you think? Thirty yuan is fine?"
Gu Jinshui glanced at the stall and curled his lips, "Brother, your stall is a mess. I just think this Guanyin is pretty good. If it wasn't for my elder's birthday, I wouldn't want to buy it. Thirty yuan is as much as my monthly salary. Forget it."
He turned and left, muttering, "I might as well take my family to Donglai for a meal with this thirty yuan. It doesn't cost thirty yuan. Well, I save money."
"Hey, don't go!"
The stall owner was really anxious. He came up and grabbed Gu Jinshui's sleeve in two or three steps. He forced a smile on his face, and he looked like a wrinkled orange. "Is this negotiable? Twenty, twenty, it's really the cheapest."
"Fifteen!"
Gu Jinshui shook his head and said.
He glanced at a small teapot on the stall, "And spare that thing, it will come in handy for my father-in-law's birthday."
You wicked thing.
You spend fifteen yuan on your elders, and spare it for your father-in-law. If it was your son-in-law, the stall owner would definitely take a broom and chase him away.
He smiled, "Okay, okay, you are really filial, and you still care about your father-in-law."
"Of course not,"
Gu Jinshui was dragged to the side of the stall by him, "Why don't I prepare something for my father-in-law, so that my wife will like me later. Don't say anything, it's only fifteen yuan at most, and I can give you two more grain coupons at most. I can't afford any more. This is all the money I have today." When
the stall owner heard him say this and saw him take out a stack of Mao Zedong's banknotes from his pocket, he knew that he couldn't get any more money. Anyway, he got the upper hand, so he nodded and said through gritted teeth: "For the sake of your filial piety, the transaction is done."
Gu Jinshui took an old newspaper from the stall and put the Guanyin and the pot in, then he counted the money, counted fifteen yuan, and put away the remaining Mao Zedong's banknotes.
He muttered, "I don't know if my elders will like it."
The stall owner got the money and smiled, "Oh my, I'm sure they will like it. You are so filial."
Whose unlucky child spent so much money on such a shabby thing? He really deserved a beating.
Gu Jinshui ignored him, took the things and looked around, and saw some good things, a bamboo carving from the Kangxi period and a piece of blood-soaked jade.
The bamboo carvings were nothing special, but the blood-soaked jade was quite amazing. It was from the Han Dynasty, and blood-soaked jade is hard to come by because it must be unearthed when it is most blood-soaked.
At that time, the jade is the most moist, bright and bright red. If you miss this time, the quality will be different. [1]
But how can you accurately determine the time of unearthing ancient jade? Therefore, this kind of jade has always been heard of by many people in the industry, but few have seen it. Most people have never seen the real thing in their entire lives.
Gu Jinshui was so excited that he couldn't help but look at it again and again, and then pretended to leave casually.
He took the things and didn't go home, but went to find his grandfather.
The old man was sorting the old books he had collected. Hearing the footsteps, he looked up at him, raised his eyebrows, stood up and put his hands behind his back, "Did you receive good things?"
"Of course."
Gu Jinshui was happy, with a smile on his face.
He quickly took out the Guanyin and the teapot from his arms. He was afraid that the things would be broken on the way, so he held his stomach on the bus. People thought he had a stomachache and gave him a seat.
The old man didn't even look at the Guanyin, but went straight to the teapot.
He saw the thumb mark on the handle of the teapot, the four-petal Ruyi pattern on the lid, and the teapot was
simple and ingenious. After sweeping away the dust from the bottom of the teapot, he could see the obvious Dabin engraving.
Mr. Xi nodded secretly in his heart and put down the pot. "How much did you pay for the pot made by Dabin in the Ming Dynasty?"
"Master, guess?"
Gu Jinshui was so happy at this moment.
He usually made a lot of money by dealing in waste garbage, grain coupons, and foreign exchange coupons. He even made more money in a month than some people did in a year.
But the sense of achievement was not as good as the master's words today.
Master Xi snorted, "Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me now."
Gu Jinshui was not annoyed. Seeing that the charcoal in the brazier on the ground was about to run out, he went out and got a piece of new coal to warm the master. Then he told him how he pretended to be interested in Guanyin and how he acted to get the stall owner to spare the pot.
Xi Han nodded slightly in his heart.
It is not difficult to identify good things, but it is difficult to get them at a low price.
If you ask for the price as soon as you see a good thing, you will be slaughtered like a pig.
"Master, what do you think this thing can be sold for?"
Gu Jinshui asked.
Xi Han sat by the fire and said calmly, "If you are in a hurry to make money, I will find a way to sell this thing for you. I estimate that you can sell it for 70 or 80 yuan."
"70 or 80 yuan?"
Gu Jinshui was surprised.
Xi Han raised his eyes and joked, "Why, you think it's too little? It's less than what you make from selling scraps, right?"
"That's not enough." Gu Jinshui was not a person who didn't know what was good for him. Moreover, in such a short time, he made 60 or 70 yuan a day, which was as much as a senior welder's monthly salary in the factory. If he still thought it was not enough, it would be really boastful - too arrogant.
"What if you are not in a hurry to make money?"
Gu Jinshui asked.
Xi Han said, "If you are not in a hurry to make money, just keep it. Dabin pots are not uncommon, but this kind is the first time I have seen one. Scarcity makes things valuable. If you sell it to someone who loves it, it is not surprising that you can sell it for seven or eight thousand."
Seven or eight thousand?
Gu Jinshui's heart was burning.
He opened his mouth for a long time.
Xi Han was amused by his useless look, "Why? What do you think antiques are? This business is rich and poor. If you can pick up a good thing, not to mention seven or eight thousand, your three generations of ancestors will have enough to eat and drink for the rest of their lives."
Gu Jinshui was silent for a moment.
He asked, "Master, what if I pick up the founding jade seal?"
"What if I pick up the founding jade seal?" Xi Han leaned back on the rattan chair, looking like he was thinking carefully, and then said, "Then you can take home 300 yuan and a certificate."
Seeing Gu Jinshui's eyes widened, he patted his head with his hand, "Who do you think dares to buy the founding jade seal?"
This is true.
Xi Han's cold water made Gu Jinshui sober up a lot.
Gu Jinshui took the goods home, took a hundred yuan at home, and planned to go to Panjiayuan to buy the bamboo carving and the blood-stained jade to take home.
When he arrived at Panjiayuan, he glanced at an acquaintance who hurriedly passed by. Gu Jinshui thought he had seen the wrong person, and didn't think much about it. He took the money and went to the blood-stained jade stall first.
But who would have thought that when he walked to the stall of the blood-stained jade, Gu Jinshui looked left and right, and the piece of jade he had just seen was gone.
He coughed and asked the stall owner, "Master, didn't you have a piece of jade cicada on your stall just now? Where did it go?"
"Hey, young man, you're asking too late, I just sold it."
The master was sitting on a bench, holding a roasted sweet potato in his hand.
"Sold?" Gu Jinshui's heart skipped a beat, and even though he was always calculating, he showed a bit of nervousness on his face.
The master was not a fool. He glanced at him and asked, "Why? Is that a good thing?"
Gu Jinshui lied, "Not really. I just liked it and wanted to give it to my wife. I just went home to get money, so why did I sell it?"
The master knew he was lying as soon as he heard it, but he didn't expose him. He just said, "Who told you to come late? If you came earlier, I could still sell it to you. However, there are some other jades here. Do you think they are suitable?"
Gu Jinshui took a look.
There were quite a few jades, and they were real, but they were old and of poor quality, otherwise they would not be placed on the stall.
The more he looked at them, the more distressed he felt. The jade cicada just now was also a rare good thing. It was a pity that he missed it.
"Master, do you have any good things at home?" Gu Jinshui asked in a low voice.
The master's face changed slightly, "What good things? These are all. If you want to buy, buy. If not, forget it."
As he said that, he looked at Gu Jinshui nervously, as if he suspected that he was here to get information.
Gu Jinshui also knew that they were wary, and he guessed a little about the master's origin. Looking at the rust on the jade on the stall, it can be seen that most of these things came out of the soil, either dug out from tomb robbers or collected from the countryside.
In short, their origins are not very clean.
Seeing that the master ignored him, Gu Jinshui also left, but he couldn't help thinking about the jade cicada in his heart, wondering who had bought it, and who was so sharp-eyed that he dug out the blood-soaked jade he also liked from such a pile of things. Thinking about
this, Gu Jinshui walked to the bamboo carving stall.
But when he asked, he found out that the bamboo carvings were also sold. After
asking again, he found out that someone had just bought it.
Gu Jinshui immediately felt that something was wrong.
He asked about several other things that he had taken a fancy to, and they were all bought by someone just now.
One was a coincidence, two could be said to be fate, but so many, it could only mean that someone was arguing with him!
Gu Jinshui's face was expressionless, and his face was stinky when he was eating wontons with Shanhu and Douzi.
Shanhu and Douzi exchanged glances.
Finally, Shanhu couldn't help asking, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"
"Nothing, just a little thing."
Gu Jinshui drank a sip of soup and said vaguely.
It's nothing.
Obviously something happened. Shanhu felt that Gu Jinshui's words were inconsistent.
But since Gu Jinshui didn't say anything, they didn't ask any more.
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