"It doesn't matter how much money it costs. The question is that I want to know why it belongs to the Royal Palace and the Ancestral Temple? Are there any evidence?"

Only then did this really ask the truth, and everyone hugged forward secretly, wanting to see it.

Chen Fengmian pondered for a moment before nodding slowly: "Look, this shape is different from ordinary utensils. Its shape is simple but not solemn, and the pattern is a specific royal dragon pattern."

Dragon pattern!?

The owner of the bronze ware was completely stunned. The huge surprise made him dizzy: "Dragon, dragon pattern?"

"Yes, dragon pattern." Chen Fengmian picked up the bronze ware and looked slightly: "Look, this is a piece of the dragon's body. It's not obvious if you look at it alone, but if you put it together with other utensils, you should form a complete dragon."

Chen Fengmian stared at the pattern and chanted gently: "The Book of Rites: Jiao Te Sheng": "The power of the ancestral temple cannot be at peace. The ancestral temple instruments are usable, but they cannot facilitate their benefits. Therefore, those who are exchanged with gods cannot be the same as the meaning of happiness. Its shape is not something that ordinary people can possess, nor can it be used by ordinary utensils. This should be the exclusive food utensil for ancestral temple sacrifices."

People who originally thought that the bronze ware had a strange shape, but when they looked closely, they did feel that the patterns were not very complete.

"Well, what kind of dynasty is this..."

Chen Fengmian put down his things and said calmly: "This is a bronze ware in the Han Dynasty, and among all the current discoveries, domestic utensils are the main ones, and ancestral temple ritual utensils are the few. If you can find this set of bronze utensils, the price will not be less than this number."

He bent his fingers and gently knocked on the table.

Every time he knocked, the light in everyone's eyes became even stronger.

Although the movement was not big, it seemed like every stroke was hitting them.

Dongdongdongdongdong, this is the desire emitted from the heart.

When Chen Fengmian finally stopped, everyone took a breath of air conditioning in their hearts.

Ah, Nine.

The man originally owned the bronze ware and wanted to ask some questions, but after hearing the price, he really lost all his thoughts.

He went forward directly and hurriedly put it in: "Thank you, Boss Shen, I, I remember that there is something else at home, so I'll go first."

"Hey, how can you be so fat..."

"It's great, if I do, I'll run away too."

The man took great effort to squeeze out the crowd and ran away without looking back.

Although many people have not even seen the bronze ware, since Chen Fengmian has paid this price, they still have a clear idea.

Since this price is given, at least it means that this price is acceptable to Chen Fengmian.

No loss.

What's more, if the remaining few can be found...

Thinking of the scene of a whole row of sacrificial bronze ware placing together and forming a whole dragon, everyone subconsciously held their breath.

If the dragon body is like this, isn’t the dragon head?

"Oh, this person is really...Boss Shen, it's a pity for your hard work."

Everyone who thought that the thing would stay in Zhenpinzhai also nodded and looked at Chen Fengmian.

Chen Fengmian didn't feel much. He smiled and Feng Qingyun said indifferently: "When doing business, you should pay attention to your love and my wishes. A forced melon is not sweet."

Everyone will say this, and some people can't help but swear: "The melon that is forced to twist is not sweet, but it's quenching thirst. If you want to die, who cares whether it's sweet or not?"

It’s like these people, as long as they can get this thing, who cares if they are reluctant?

In front of so many people, the man took the initiative to send the things for identification. If Chen Fengmian wanted to do so, he would not tell the truth, and spend some money to buy them, and then secretly change his hands. Who knows that this thing is worth so much money?

Thinking of this, everyone felt ache, as if the money flying away with wings was theirs.

Chen Fengmian smiled freely and waved his hand: "Forget it, there is no way to feel heartbroken. I'm leaving. Come on, let's see the next one."

"Yes, yes, let's continue watching."

The person in the next number could not help but be excited. After hearing this, he quickly put his things on the table: "Boss Shen, please trouble you."

Those who are interested in subsequent appraisals will stay and continue to watch.

But some people were more interested in the bronze ware before, so they quietly withdrew from the crowd, thought for a while, and turned around and left.

No one noticed in the crowd that the clerk of Rongshengtang also ran away secretly.

He returned to Rongsheng Hall and told all the things he saw and heard.

Halfway through hearing this, Bo Qingrong couldn't sit still, but he still reluctantly suppressed his excitement and pretended to be relaxed.

After the clerk finished all of it, he lifted his eyelids: "Are you sure, Chen Fengmian knocked nine times?"

"Yes, many people have counted it, and I have counted it too. It's really nine times." The clerk was very excited and excited, as if the bronze ware was his: "Wow, if I have money, I really want to buy this. The price here will definitely be relatively low. If I go to a big city, it will definitely be more expensive!"

This is also the foundation of many transactions. Resale or something is always easier than shopping for one in a million.

Bo Qingrong didn't say anything, and gently twisted his index finger with his thumb, which was a little fast.

He knew very well that this was almost a great opportunity to be delivered to him.

Although he is the boss and Uncle Song is the shopkeeper, in fact, he can't make any decisions in the store.

Uncle Song controls everything inside and outside, and he cannot help but interfere.

It sounds nice, because he is worried that he is young and energetic and ignorant, and that he will not understand the market will ruin major events.

But what if he understands the market and makes some achievements?

Bo Qingrong remembered the conclusion he came to yesterday, and then thought about the difference between his status and Chen Fengmian in the eyes of everyone, and slowly made a decision in his heart.

He also wanted to straighten his back and make money.

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and slowly spit it out, holding the cigarette with his fingers. He stared at the clerk through the misty smoke: "Come here, come."

The clerk was stunned. Although he was a little puzzled, he still walked over honestly: "Boss..."

"Uncle Song... If Manager Song asks about this, you will say you don't know." Bo Qingrong blew up the ashes and glanced at him casually: "I understand what I mean?"

"..." I probably understood, the clerk thought for a while and nodded blankly.

Bo Qingrong couldn't say whether he was satisfied or not, so he said, "Come on, I'll listen."

this……

The clerk looked at him carefully and said carefully: "Just, if Manager Song asked me, I would say I went to see it just now, but I didn't notice what happened. I was worried about being scolded and came back. Then, boss, you scolded me..."

It's very good! Bo Qingrong's expression was still a little satisfied. Yan raised his mouth: "Just say that, add one more sentence, your salary will be deducted."

Ah? The clerk smiled bitterly, but nodded honestly.

"Don't worry." Bo Qingrong pointed his finger on the table: "I won't treat you badly."

Naturally, no third person knew about the conversation between the two.

During Bo Qingrong's lunch break in the afternoon, Shopkeeper Song indeed called the clerk to come over and ask questions.

After asking again and again, the clerk's reply was the same, and Shopkeeper Song finally felt relieved.

"Okay, don't be depressed." Manager Song smiled like spring breeze and patted his shoulder: "No rules can be achieved, the boss is also for your own good."

The clerk nodded and nodded: "Yes, I understand."

Although he understood it, his eyes were clearly not convinced.

Manager Song smiled. It turned out that he had a child's temperament.

He lowered his voice and comforted, "Forget it this time, I will make up for this money when I give you salary - this will not happen again next time."

"Ah, is this okay..."

Seeing his hesitant look, Manager Song smiled: "Okay, just be alert in the future, go."

The clerk thanked me very gratefully and left happily.

Just after work, he silently edited the text message and told Bo Qingrong all the things he had done.

Bo Qingrong was stunned and it took a long time to reply to his message:

Before, he always thought that his villain was, but in the end he found that he was the stupidest one.

He was asked to be a bad person on the surface, but secretly he was buying people's hearts.

This time I happened to have a good luck, but...has he done this before?

unknown.

Bo Qingrong was silent for a long time, staring at Shen Fengmian, who was walking home slowly with an umbrella opposite him, and snatched the cigarette in his hand hatefully.

What he didn't know was that there was a tea room on the third floor across two alleys, and someone was leaning against the window and looking at it.

"Boss, something went wrong between Boss Bo Qingrong and Manager Song."

Mei Zhou slapped his hands while drinking tea, and looked at him with sharp eyes: "What's going on? Tell me more in detail."

The man made a detailed statement, and finally said hesitantly: "After our verification, the bronze ware has now come to Bo Qingrong's hands...it is the real thing."

"Of course it must be true." Mei Zhou didn't know what he thought of, and laughed softly, and then looked serious again in a flash: "What's the change here in Xiaomian."

The subordinate thought for a while: "There was no change, he just expressed his yearning for the bronze ware, but he did not mention it too much later."

That's right. Mei Zhou quickly lit his knees with his fingertips and paused: "Check this little clerk."
To be continued...