"Uncle Zhou, do you really not buy it?" Lin Luo looked at the bottom of the celadon bowl, with four regular script fonts printed at the bottom. It was the year of the Song Dynasty.

The font is bright and shiny, exquisite and full.

There was only one emperor in the reign of the Song Dynasty who had the name Shi, and the name Zhao was Duanzong. This porcelain was undoubtedly the official kiln in the Duanzong era. At that time, the Song Dynasty had exhausted its energy. When it was passed down to the throne, it was no longer as prosperous and powerful as the Song Dynasty. In this era, porcelain produced by the official kiln was rarely seen.

The Song Dynasty collapsed completely in the late period and soon perished, and few official kilns were found during this period.

Since the celadon small bowl was an official kiln in the Zhao Shi period, its rarity can be seen, and it was not the era of mass-producing porcelain in the Song Dynasty.

Since it was not an official kiln produced by mass-produced porcelain in the Song Dynasty, but was the emperor Zhao who had only been used for two years, it can be said that it witnessed the demise of the Song Dynasty. After Zhao was the last emperor of the Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty was destroyed.

The small celadon bowl is an official kiln, and its value is definitely not a matter of tens of thousands, so Lin Luo asked this question.

After all, I work in Zhou Xiaosheng’s antique shop. I bought it myself and sold it at a high price in the future. I don’t know what Zhou Xiaosheng would think, so I should make it clear.

"Lin Luo, what are you kidding?"

When Zhou Xiaosheng heard this, his face looked a little ugly. What's wrong with Lin Luo? Do you want to buy a fake? I've gotten started with this thing. Even if I want to buy it, I would rather buy it as real as fake than fake as real. "You don't have to say it anymore. I won't buy it. Don't talk nonsense to him. I think this person is not sincere at all. You should hurry up and buy some buns to come back. I'm hungry."

Zhou Xiaosheng said that, he was about to walk into the inner room, not to be here again. This "rat" who came to make trouble, was so angry that he was really angry at this moment.

"Uncle Zhou, don't you really buy it?" Lin Luo smiled bitterly and said, "I think this is very likely to be true. If you miss it, it would be a pity!"

"What a pity!" Zhou Xiaosheng couldn't help but swear, "Lin Luo, you are too young, young people are prone to impulsiveness. I understand it very much, but you can't let others use it. Do you think the antiques are cabbage grown in the field? They harvest every year, and they have them every year? Stop talking nonsense. Even if you buy them, your uncle Zhou will not regret it. Hurry up and get some buns for me, do you think I'll starve to death?"

"Well……"

A smile appeared on Lin Luo's lips. Zhou Xiaosheng really couldn't get in. Then I can't blame me. I'm just waiting for your words and passed by the baby. If you know, I don't know if you will regret it.

However, Lin Luo was a little anxious when he thought that he didn't have that much money in his hands and bought this small celadon bowl.

Zhou Xiaosheng said just now that according to the current market price of antiques, this small bowl is only 20,000 to 30,000. These 20,000 to 30,000 is not a small amount of money, and Lin Luo doesn’t have that much money at all.

"Uncle, the market price of your thing is only 30,000 yuan." Lin Luo knew that the celadon bowl was genuine, and immediately said: "You want 50,000 yuan, it's really a bit embarrassing me. The market price will definitely rise in the future. I won't bargain with you. I will give you 30,000 yuan. If you are willing to sell it, I will give you 30,000 yuan. If you don't want it, forget it."

Lin Luo was more careful and showed no concern. He was just doing business. The more you care, the more the other party took the opportunity to ask for the price. This thing is only 30,000 in the antique market. Even if the price increases in the future, it will not increase much. I will earn 30,000 yuan, and there will be no big profit in the future.

"Thirty thousand, isn't it a little less?"

The worker pretended to be an uncle, and he spoke 50,000 yuan, and his psychological price was only 20,000 yuan. After all, he was a real farmer and had never seen any big world. The 20,000 yuan was a lot in his eyes.

This is faster than making money from farming, but people are more greedy. When they see that Lin Luo can give 30,000, they may even be able to bargain with Lin Luo.

"Uncle, please give me a gift!" Lin Luo waved his hand and pretended to be indifferent, but he was so nervous that he felt so nervous. If the worker pretended to be an uncle, packed the bowl, put it into a cowhide bag, and turned his head and left, he would not be able to get out of Taiwan by then.

"Ah..." The worker pretended to be a uncle who was impatient when he saw Lin Luo's appearance. He was still waiting for the money to use it. What should I do if I can't sell it? He hurriedly said: "Brother, if you have something to say, I'll just say it. If you give 30,000, just 30,000, but I'm waiting to use the money, I'll ask for cash immediately."

"Um."

As soon as Lin Luo got into the negotiation, Zhou Xiaosheng came out of the inner room again. Seeing Lin Luo and the "rat", he was still arguing with him, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Lin Luo, you are such a big brand. Don't buy buns, I'll buy them. You are the boss here, and I'll run errands for you!"

Zhou Xiaosheng said, he was about to leave the store. He wasn't really going to run errands. He was so hungry that he should buy something to fill his stomach before talking.

Today, Lin Luo was crazy and was beaten by a fake. He didn't know how powerful he was if he didn't let him get a lesson, so Zhou Xiaosheng didn't persuade him anymore.

"Uncle Zhou, don't leave!"

Seeing that Zhou Xiaosheng was leaving, Lin Luo was a little anxious. Jincai was mainly leaving. Where did he get the money from? He was planning to borrow money from Zhou Xiaosheng. "I have negotiated with someone here. I have sold this small celadon bowl for 30,000 yuan, but I don't have that much money. Can you lend me 30,000 yuan?"

When Zhou Xiaosheng heard this, his body trembled and he staggered, almost falling to the ground. Lin Luo quickly looked and walked over and held him.

"Thirty thousand?"

Zhou Xiaosheng looked at Lin Luo in surprise, and the expression on his face was so exciting. "I said Lin Luo, what expert are you pretending to be? Do you know how deep the antique water is? I thought you learned some cultural relics protection, worked in antique shops, and started playing with some porcelain and jade. You are an expert? Let me tell you, you are still young, buy that broken thing for 30,000 yuan, and you have a water in your mind? Don't talk nonsense, and send the person away quickly."

Zhou Xiaosheng thought Lin Luo would spend a thousand yuan to negotiate the price with the mouse, and finally give a blow and learn a lesson. It may not be a good thing.

He was obsessed with it and was attracted to it. It was useless to persuade him. He would just let him experience it himself before he knew what it means to spend money to learn lessons.

I understand how deep the water in this line is.

But now when I heard that I bought a fake for 30,000 yuan, Zhou Xiaosheng had the urge to slap Lin Luo. This kid looked very smart and sensible, so why is he so ignorant today?

That's 30,000 yuan. Lin Luo's monthly salary is only 2,000 yuan for him. This is because he is a college student, and the salary is already very high.

His annual salary is not 30,000 yuan. I will pay it all in and drink the northwest wind in the future?

"Uncle Zhou, please lend me 30,000!" Lin Luo knew that he must be decisive at this time, otherwise he would miss this opportunity. I wonder when there will be a next chance to see the treasure light of the small bowl of celadon. What will happen next time? Who knows if it will appear again?

"The salary you pay me is 2,000 yuan a month, 24,000 yuan a year. I will save some, and I can still pay you a little in a year. I will give you a loan note in two years."

Lin Luo felt that his actions were too obvious, which could easily attract the attention of the worker pretending to be an uncle and Zhou Xiaosheng. He also said: "It's not easy for him to be an uncle, and the child is still waiting to see a doctor. I think this thing is true. Although 30,000 won't make much money, it will definitely appreciate in the future and will not lose money. If you lend me 30,000 and make a loan note, do you think it's?"

When the worker pretended to be a man, he thought to himself that he was a good person, but there were still many good people now.

Rural people are still relatively honest and simple. Unlike in the next few years, when rural areas develop rapidly, people's morality, world outlook, and outlook on life have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"If you really want to borrow money, don't regret it!" Zhou Xiaosheng saw Lin Luo being possessed by the demon and being fascinated by the fairy, and knew that nothing he said was useless. He just felt that the price was a bit too high. After all, throwing 30,000 yuan in was a waste of water.

If Zhou Xiaosheng hadn't also started to identify the porcelain bowl, he would have thought that thing was real, looking at Lin Luo.

But he didn't think much about it.

"No regrets." Lin Luo smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, I think it is true. Even if I finally slap it, I will admit it. At worst, I can work with you for two more years and pay off your debts!"

"Hey, you young man." Zhou Xiaosheng said speechlessly: "Wait for me here, I'll get you money and get the loan notes together. Just sign a letter."

If Lin Luo hadn't performed well before, the young man was very sensible and had a good character. Zhou Xiaosheng would definitely not lend him the 30,000 yuan. What if this kid borrowed money to buy the thing and knew it was a fake, he couldn't bear it and ran away?

Wouldn't my own money be ruined?

However, Zhou Xiaosheng was also in the martial arts world in his early years. He had a bit of a ecstasy and was so close to Lin Luo, otherwise he would not have fired Ma San, who was making trouble behind his back.

Since I decided to lend him money, there was no estimation.

Zhou Xiaosheng quickly walked out and handed three stacks of red banknotes to Lin Luo directly, "You count them and see if the number is right. If it is right, just sign the letter!"

Seeing three stacks of bright red old heads, the worker pretended to be an uncle, his eyes turned red, and he almost caught the money.

Lin Luo did not rush to get the money, but first took Zhou Xiaosheng's loan note, signed his name directly, bit his thumb and pressed the blood mark on it.

This was learned by Lin Luo from his grandfather Nie Yan. He inherited Nie Yan's memory and knew that when he was in the world, he was so down and borrowed money to live. This was how he did it.

Zhou Xiaosheng's eyes lit up when he saw it, but he didn't expect Lin Luo to be so straightforward and come to the world.

This kid is really brave. He doesn't take the money first, but signs the loan note first.

"No, Uncle Zhou, it's done, please see if there is any problem." Lin Luo handed the loan note to Zhou Xiaosheng. After Zhou Xiaosheng checked it correctly, he started to take the money and handed it to the worker pretending uncle, and said, "Please click carefully. If there is no problem, you can also collect a document. Even if there is anything in the future, you can explain it clearly."

Lin Luo found the receipt in the store, filled in the big words "Art porcelain" in the column of the purchase and sale items. After writing the price, he did not stamp the seal in the store, but signed his name, tore it off in duplicate, kept one for himself, and gave the worker a copy.

Lin Luo was also afraid that if he got lost, if this guy was a local mouse, he would pour out of the tomb. If he carried it and entered the bureau, he might have trouble. It would be better to put a letter to make a record.

Even if the story is revealed, it is just artistic porcelain, with black and white words, and it will not trap yourself.

Zhou Xiaosheng saw Lin Luo’s skillful movements, reasonable and well-founded, and traded with the worker pretending to be an uncle. Zhou Xiaosheng had some illusion at this moment. Could it be that this kid was really not out of his mind?

Is the celadon bowl real?

But then shook his head and said that he had already started to identify it. How could it be true?
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