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Chapter Fourteen Two hundred and thirty thousand

Li Xun laughed angrily when he heard that Huang Jie actually said that the blue and white porcelain bowl was so new that it could not be an antique from the Yongzheng period.

"It's really stupid, rotten wood cannot be carved! What is this object? This is porcelain. As long as the porcelain is well preserved, it is normal for it to be as clean as new. Moreover, if you blindly use the newness of the appearance to identify antiques, you will always be wrong.

Be careful, because the fakes are often made to look older than the real ones!”

Huang Jie was completely speechless. In fact, he also knew that with Li Xun's appraisal skills, Chen Jing's blue and white porcelain bowl was said to be genuine, so it must be the genuine article.

Huang Jie was just subconsciously unconvinced.

"Master, I, I..." Huang Jie panicked. If he didn't make the right assessment, wouldn't he be unable to join Li Xun's family? This was an opportunity he had worked so hard to get.

Li Xun waved his hand in despair: "Don't call me master, I won't accept you as my apprentice. It doesn't matter if you are wrong, so why do you deliberately praise yourself and belittle Xiao Chen? You are a public person and benefit yourself at the expense of others. Your character

Not suitable to be my apprentice!"

In fact, Li Xun's words were polite enough.

When Huang Jie heard this, he immediately collapsed and knelt down in front of Li Xun, crying: "Master, please give me another chance. I beg you, I will definitely be able to identify the right person next time."

of."

He actually didn't realize where he was wrong, even though Li Xun had just said it so clearly.

Li Xun felt a little helpless and sighed: "Xiaojie, I said it, it's okay if the appraisal is wrong, but appraising antiques requires a humble heart, and you can't be arrogant at any time."

Huang Jie heard this, hugged Li Xun's thigh, and continued to cry: "Master, I, I really know that I was wrong. I will learn from it humbly in the future, and I shouldn't deliberately belittle Mr. Chen."

Li Xun said nothing and his attitude was very firm.

Most people in the antique shop respect and respect the past, and they attach great importance to the matter of accepting apprentices. Although they do not treat apprentices as their own sons like in ancient times, they are not much different.

Under such circumstances, how could Li Xun accept Huang Jie as his apprentice after seeing him clearly?

Huang Jie was even more panicked, and he said again: "Master, I, I will apologize to Mr. Chen and Uncle Zhao right now. I am willing to accept defeat. I am willing to accept defeat."

With that said, he stood up and walked to Chen Jing and Uncle Zhao, bowed ninety degrees and said sorry to Chen Jing and Zhao Zheng.

Finally, he knelt in front of Li Xun again, admitting his mistakes in various ways, and almost kowtowed.

But Li Xun still shook his head: "Xiaojie, we don't have a master-disciple relationship, so you should find another famous teacher."

This time, even Huang Jie could hear the determination in Li Xun's words. He finally understood that he had no chance. He stood up in despair, turned around and left without saying another word.

But when he walked out of Nabaoju, he immediately burst into tears, like a child who had not grown up.

Chen Jing and the other three were stunned when they heard this.

When passers-by on the antique street saw Huang Jie's appearance, many kind-hearted people gathered around him and asked him what was wrong. Then they heard Huang Jie deliberately and loudly repeat what had just happened, and even said that he knew he was wrong.

Only then did Chen Jing and the others understand what Huang Jie was thinking. They were still taking a chance and hoped that Li Xun would really know that he was wrong when he saw him like this and give him another chance.

But Li Xun was a veteran, so he naturally wouldn't accept his trick. He shook his head directly, turned to Chen Jing and said, "Xiao Chen, your blue and white porcelain bowl is pretty good, I want it."

His original intention of coming here was to buy a blue and white porcelain bowl.

Chen Jing's face lit up when he heard this. It must be great news for him that Li Xu wants to buy a blue and white porcelain bowl.

"Then..." Chen Jing wanted to ask him how much he would pay, but felt that it seemed too straightforward.

Zhao Zheng, who was standing next to him, shook his head with a smile and said for him: "Xiao Chen has just entered the industry, but he is still not thick-skinned enough. In our industry, we can be thin-skinned at any time, but we have to be thick-skinned when negotiating prices. How much can you offer, Lao Li?"

Chen Jing touched his head in embarrassment. He was still young. Not to mention he had just entered the antique business. He had been in school all his life before. He had just joined the society. It was normal for him to appear immature in all aspects.

Fortunately, I met an old Jianghu like Zhao Zheng.

Li Xun also smiled and said: "As for Xiao Chen, don't take too much into account when negotiating the price. This is about real interests. Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly."

After a pause, Li Xun picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl in the carton and looked at it for a few times before saying, "Two hundred and thirty thousand, how about it?"

When he heard the price, Chen Jing was immediately pleasantly surprised. Uncle Zhao had previously said the price was around 200,000, which means it might be less than 200,000. Now Li Xun has offered 230,000, which is already a high price.

However, Chen Jing did not agree immediately, but looked at Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng nodded slightly to him, indicating that the price was acceptable.

"Okay, then I will sell you this blue and white porcelain bowl to Uncle Li." Chen Jing immediately agreed.

Li Xun smiled and said: "Haha, okay, I didn't come here in vain today. I received good porcelain, and I also saw Huang Jie's character clearly. I made a profit."

Afterwards, without any ink, Li Xun immediately picked up his mobile phone and transferred the money to Chen Jing, then casually exchanged a few words with Zhao Zheng, said some polite words about having tea and dinner together when they were free, and then turned around and left.

After Li Xun left, Zhao Zheng poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "Two hundred and thirty thousand, of which at least twenty thousand was given by Lao Li because of what happened just now."

"This Lao Li is really impeccable in his work. After all, he was the one who brought Huang Jie over. His high price can be regarded as an apology."

Chen Jing smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, he could understand this. It was one thing for him to be inexperienced in society and to be thin-skinned, but he could still understand these people's sophistication.

There is no way around it. People who grew up in poverty have seen a lot of the ups and downs of the world, so they are quite sensitive to these things.

"Uncle Zhao, I'll treat you to dinner tonight." Chen Jing also sat down, touched the cell phone in his trouser pocket, and said happily.

He was very happy to earn 230,000 yuan. Uncle Zhao also helped a lot with this matter. I would like to thank Chen Jing for the rest because he is not in a position to do so now, but it is still appropriate to treat him to a meal.

Zhao Zheng did not refuse: "That's for sure. You kid picked up the leak, can you not invite me to dinner?"

While the two were chatting and laughing, the antique street was also very lively. Because Huang Jie cried on the street before, the story that a young apprentice named Chen Jing in Nabaoju had missed the blue and white porcelain slowly spread.
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