It is said that being moved is worse than being moved. Since he has met the target, Wang Guan took an extra tea cup next to him and immediately called the owner to come.

“How to sell things?”

When the shop owner came, Wang Guan didn't say nonsense and asked for the price directly. However, when asking for the price, he made a contraction move with his left hand and highlighted the teacup on his right hand.

The shop owner was sharp-eyed and naturally noticed this action. He subconsciously felt that Wang Guan was hitting the world with a sound, and his right hand was just a test-testing thing, but he really wanted something in his left hand.

With this idea in mind, the shop owner smiled and said, "This is Jianzhan, a rare thing..."

"It's rare, otherwise how could the entire store be filled?" Wang Guan interrupted without hesitation. Although there was a smile on his face, there was a bit of mockery in his tone.

The owner doesn’t mind. When doing business, you must be thick-skinned, otherwise you can’t bear it if you’re just squeezing it out for a few words. Then what business is there? You can change your career quickly.

So the owner was not embarrassed at all, but said with confidence: "Young man's words are biased. The quality of things is not about the quantity or the quantity, but about the quality..."

"Boss, don't go around, hurry up and ask me to cut it." Wang Guan said bluntly, a bit like a naughty young man who is not in the world.

But it is understandable for young people. The owner thought to himself, and then smiled and said, "Fifty thousand."

"Fifty!" Wang Guan cut off his heel without thinking.

"The price is too low, you are not sincere, boy." The owner seemed to be complaining, but in fact there was no sign of anger.

Because in his heart, although Wang Guan was young, he was a person with some eyesight, so he was naturally not so easy to be confused. 50,000 was definitely a sky-high price, and he didn't expect it to be successful. In addition, the owner did not forget what Wang Guan had in his left hand and secretly raised his vigilance.

"You need sincerity, right? Then I will give you sincerity, just go ten or five hundred yuan."

At the right time, Wang Guan also handed it out with his left hand and said, "But I want two..."

As expected, a bright light flashed through the owner's eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, this is not possible. Two 500 yuan is equivalent to two hundred and five hundred each. If I agree, it will be really two hundred and five hundred."

"Then how much do you say?" Wang Guan said impatiently: "I definitely can't agree to 50,000."

If you don’t agree to 50,000, you should agree to 10,000 or 20,000.

The owner snickered in his heart, but said slowly on the surface: "Brother, I'm very embarrassed. The things in my store are sold according to one, and there is no rule to give them to you. If you really want them, then the teacup on your right hand can be sold to you for 500 yuan. As for the other one, you need to negotiate the price."

"You mean this five hundred?" Wang Guan frowned and raised the teacup on his right hand.

"Yes." The owner nodded and began to think about how much the other one should offer. Ten or 20,000 is too cheap, maybe it can be done if you open 30,000 or 40,000 or 40,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 or 30,000 or 30,

"Okay, I want this!"

At this moment, Wang Guan put down the teacup in his left hand, took out five hundred yuan and handed it to the shop owner. In an instant, the shop owner was a little confused, and then instinctively took the money over, which was considered a transaction.

After a while, when Hao Baolai walked out of the store, the owner woke up completely.

"No, I'm fooled!" The owner slapped his legs and screamed with a sad look: "This kid actually shot and played a trick of real and fake, fake..."

At the same time, Gao Dequan, who walked to the street outside, praised and smiled, "Wang Guan, you are getting more and more clever in bargaining. If it weren't for the end, I wouldn't know that your target was this teacup, and I thought it was another one."

"Learn from others." Wang Guan smiled and said, "When I was in the capital, some old men liked to play this trick. Putting two or three things out is not only a middle-sleeping, but also a series of things, so people can't guess what they fell in love with."

"Haha, it seems that ginger is still so spicy." Gao Dequan sighed and said curiously: "Wang Guan, that Jianzhan is not that good, why are you..."

"Ad!"

Gao Dequancai wanted to ask Wang Guan for the reason for purchasing Jianzhan, but suddenly heard a loud voice coming.

"Um?"

It felt as if he was calling him. Gao Dequan quickly looked for his reputation. After seeing the situation there, he felt happy on his face and responded quickly: "Old Yan!"

Wang Guan also looked over and saw a shop on the opposite street, but in front of the shop there was a big tree with lush branches and leaves, with stone tables and benches under the tree for people to rest.

At this time, several people were sitting around the stone table, as if they were drinking tea leisurely. Among them, the one who shouted Gao Dequan was an old man with silver beard and gray hair, wearing a delicate black silk shirt and a dragon-headed crutch in his hand, as if the old man from a big family in the TV series had an unusual temperament.

While walking towards the opposite street, Wang Guan whispered: "Uncle De, who is that old man?"

"Old Yan, the leading collector in Shanghai City." Gao Dequan whispered: "I used to be the director of the Shanghai City Museum, and my status in the world is very high..."

While explaining, the three of them also walked over. Not only did Gao Dequan greet him politely, but Hao Baolai was not as handsome as a big boss, and even felt a little respectful.

However, Mr. Yan ignored Hao Baolai and just smiled at Gao Dequan and said, "Ade, it's really you. I thought I was so confused that I was obscene and misjudged."

"Old Yan's eyes are like a torch, and he is even more powerful than young people. How could he read it wrong?" Gao Dequan said with a smile.

"I just knew to choose good things to say." Old Yan smiled, and he didn't need to signal. Someone next to him brought three stools to the store for Gao Dequan and the others to sit down.

The store runs tea sets and tea business. The boss is a relatively thick middle-aged man, but he is a little unspeakable and just pours tea and water for everyone with a smile. His attitude is very sincere, which naturally makes people feel good.

Perhaps this is why Mr. Yan doesn’t go to high-end teahouses, but prefers to drink tea here.

In addition to the shop owner, there were three or four people next to him, all of whom were shopkeepers of the nearby antique shop. Knowing Mr. Yan’s identity, he saw that the old man was coming and he stopped doing business. He hurried over to accompany him to have tea.

Of course, it is not really not to say that you don’t do business anymore, because Mr. Yan’s arrival is to buy things. Other people’s business can be ignored, but Mr. Yan’s business must not be neglected.

"What are Mr. Yan going to buy?" Gao Dequan was naturally a little curious.

"The Centennial Picture." Old Yan did not hide it, and then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that they don't have good enough on hand."

The shopkeepers next to him smiled awkwardly, but they were not easy to refute, or they did not dare to refute Mr. Yan.

At this time, Wang Guan's eyes moved and he also glanced at the scrolls that the shopkeepers had placed on the stone table. One of them was completely spread out, with a large red character "Shou" on it. However, inside the character "Shou" with different expressions mixed in it.

To put it bluntly, this 100-year-old character is an image composed of 100 different shapes of 100 characters with different shapes. There are several types of 10-year-old character, and some characters with small-year-old characters written in one 1-year-old character.

The shapes are different, but they are inseparable from the root. The hundred-life chart is composed of different shapes and characters.

It can often produce a unique artistic effect, giving people a magnificent and profound feeling.

Speaking of which, the Baishou Picture originated from the Southern Song Dynasty, and the 100 characters have their own advantages and fonts, and no one is the same. Needless to mention the most basic fonts of regular script, clerical script, seal script, running script, and cursive script, there are also various strange fonts such as oracle bone script, Shang Ding script, tadpole script, star-dou script, tree script, dragon script, phoenix script, treasure-catching script and other strange fonts.

The characters for longevity, which are composed of hundreds of different fonts, are all in one, and are naturally rare. Therefore, since the Southern Song Dynasty, whether it is the nobles of the court, the scholarly families, or even the common people, they have regarded the 100th birthday picture as a symbol of protecting the safety of their families and prolonging their lives. Of course, it is also a top-notch birthday celebration, and it has remained popular until now.

"It seems that Mr. Yan is also worried about Mr. Su's birthday gift." Gao Dequan smiled.

"Why, so are you?"

Mr. Yan stroked his beard and said, "Actually, I don't have high requirements, and I don't want the hundred-life pictures from the Song Dynasty. I just want to buy a hundred-life pictures from the cinnabar rubbings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but they fooled me with things from the Republic of China."

"Old Yan, how dare we fool you?" A shopkeeper called Qu, "It's just that what you always say is really hard to find, and we don't have any inventory."

"Yes, Mr. Yan." Another shopkeeper nodded quickly and said, "If you greet him ten days and half a month in advance, we can find ways to get it for you. But you are so anxious now that we can't do anything for a while."

Others agree that without inventory, it is impossible to become out of thin air.

"Oh, I know I can't blame you."

Mr. Yan sighed: "Actually, there was a picture of Zhu Tuo Baishou in my family yesterday, but when I was teasing my great-grandson, he was wet with his urine. The granddaughter-in-law was even more ignorant, so she quickly took a towel to wipe it, and the worse thing was..."

A group of people suddenly realized and understood why tomorrow was Mr. Su’s birthday party. Mr. Yan came to buy gifts today. It turned out that there was a reason for this.

Of course, smart people will definitely not blame Mr. Yan’s great-grandson. Instead, they envy him for his four generations living together, which is such a blessing...

Sure enough, Old Yan smiled a little more on his face and said indifferently: "Forget it, regret now is useless, so I have to give it a break. I guess Ruisheng won't care about this with me."

While speaking, Old Yan pointed to the picture of the centenary in the hand of the first person who was envious and said casually: "Just want this one. Go back and get a packaging gift box and then send it to my house..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, please put it on me." The shopkeeper was happy and slapped his chest in amid the envious and jealous eyes of other shopkeepers.
Chapter completed!