Hu Ke'er was wearing headphones, looking left and right. No matter what he looked at, it was just a quick glance, like an aimless tourist walking minding his own business.
Song Jinhao has been following Hu Ke'er, but Hu Ke'er is wearing headphones, and he doesn't know whether he really can't hear or is pretending not to hear. He is indifferent to everything he says and cannot communicate.
As for Rang Qingyun, she followed Song Jinhao closely, not hiding her admiration for him at all. From time to time, she pointed at an object and said: "Jin Hao, look at that..."
Hu Ke'er and the others were walking when, in a shop in front of them, a middle-aged man with a big gold watch on his wrist and a big gold chain around his neck was suddenly pushed out.
The middle-aged man looked sad and angry, pointed at the door of the store and yelled: "Don't you fool me into buying this gold ingot? You kept saying that Zheng He bought it from his voyages to the West, and that it only cost two yuan in total."
I believed your lie. There are at least ten shops selling the same gold ingots on this street!
Either I can't afford the money, or I'm so angry with you for treating me like a stupid grandson.
I don’t want this gold ingot, just go and get the ball!”
As he said that, the middle-aged man threw a gold ingot directly into the store, turned around and left, cursing!
He is not short of money, he just has it stuck in his heart and won’t spit it out!
It was a bargain for that shop, and the gold sold was actually thrown back!
It really complies with the saying, if it doesn't open for three years, it will last for three years if it opens.
Song Jinhao looked at the sad, angry and lonely figure of the middle-aged man, and his chest suddenly felt a little tight.
"Jin Hao..." Qingyun didn't know how to comfort Song Jinhao for a while.
Hu Ke'er couldn't help but smile, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "In the antique market, nine out of ten items are from high-end people. Who would believe the seller's lies so easily?
People’s asking price of five million is a lot of money, but it’s a good thing you don’t even negotiate a penny.”
As a descendant of the Xiling Sect, Hu Keer may not be good in other aspects, such as not knowing the hidden rules of the casino, never having barbecue, etc.
But she does know a lot about antiques and is considered a semi-expert in the antique business.
Song Jinhao, on the other hand, was not even as good as Hu Ke'er. He was the sole heir of a 16th-generation family of foreign scholars.
Before entering the Huaxia Mansion, he had barely made a living in society. He was full of knowledge, but he was a theoretical person.
For example, he clearly knew that when doing business, businessmen usually charge exorbitant prices and pay back the money on the spot, but when he actually bought something, he felt that the price charged was very reasonable.
For example, just now, my boss said that I can’t lose a penny. After I quoted the price, I drank tea leisurely, and it was obvious that I was not worried about selling.xdw8
For a few seconds, Song Jinhao even thought that he had to seize the opportunity and take advantage by buying it quickly.
As for Rang Qingyun, as the leader of the Five Poison Sects in Miao territory and the Miao king of a tribe, she also knows nothing about this antique business.
She just felt that the gold ingot Song Jinhao bought was too expensive, much more expensive than their tribe's gold.
But since Song Jinhao was happy, she felt it was worth the money.
In fact, to put it bluntly, these people are just a group of idiots who have their own abilities, but in society they have no social experience at all.
Even old people such as Master Pu Hui who are over fifty or even over seventy are the same.
Hearing Hu Keer ridiculing Song Jinhao like this, Qingyun felt a little unhappy and said with a snort: "Since you already knew that the gold ingot was fake, why didn't you warn and stop it earlier?
What’s the use of hindsight now?”
Song Jinhao's ugly face flashed away, he smiled forcefully, waved his hand and said: "Stop talking, it's not Ke'er's fault, it was my own choice."
Hu Keer said: "You really can't blame me. In the antique shop, the most taboo thing is for a third party to talk nonsense and cause disputes.
Those who don’t know how to do it should be persuaded to leave. Those who know how to do it should avoid it.
Because antique trading is not just a competition of price, but more importantly a competition of knowledge and vision.
Buyers may buy fake goods at a high price, and sellers may sell at a low price. Both buyers and sellers bear certain risks.
So since you dare to buy things here, you must be prepared to pay tuition."
Hearing what she said was reasonable, Qingyun snorted and said nothing.
Song Jinhao, however, felt like a spring breeze. This was the first time that Hu Keer had said so many words to him since they met, and it was extremely pleasant to his ears.
He smiled and said, "What Ke'er said is true, I just treat it as paying tuition."
After a pause, he quickly asked for advice: "Ke'er, what did you mean by Gao Laoba just now?"
Hu Keer said: "Gao Lao Ba is also called Ba Ye, which is a jargon in the antique industry. It generally refers to those objects that are made to look new and look like old ones."
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly lit up and she stared at a figure in front of her. She could no longer move her eyes away and ran over with a look of surprise on her face!
Far ahead, Fang Lin stood in front of a street stall, looking with interest at the golden gold ingot among the stall's goods.
"This little brother has great eyesight..."
When the boss saw that Fang Lin seemed to be interested in gold ingots, his eyes lit up. He stood up and lowered his voice and said, "This gold ingot of mine was really bought back from the West by Zheng He.
At that time, Zheng He bought back two pieces and gave them to Zhu Di as a filial piety. Later, they became the burial objects of a distinguished noble and were buried in the Taihe Mountain area..."
Seeing that Fang Lin didn't seem to believe it, he looked around, lowered his voice again, and said solemnly: "Actually, this gold ingot was made by one of my brothers. He didn't dare to sell it outside, so he kept it
It's over to me.
To tell you the truth, everything on the street is fake, but ours is the only one that is serious and real.
I think you are a real person, little brother. How about I give you a cool price of 3 million?"
Fang Lin was thoughtful, seemed to be moved by what he said, and asked in a low voice: "Can't it be cheaper?"
"Fang Lin!"
Just at this moment, Hu Ke'er came flying over, with a smile that couldn't be held back. It was so beautiful that it was so breathtaking that everyone around him was stunned for a moment.
Fang Lin glanced at her and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Master Pu Hui and I are here on a business trip."
Hu Keer explained, turning back and pointing at Song Jinhao and Rang Qingyun who were following behind: "They are also our colleagues."
"Oh." Fang Lin nodded and didn't care. He turned back to look at the boss and whispered, "Is it cheaper?"
At this time, Song Jinhao and Rang Qingyun also came over.
It can be said that Song Jinhao has heard of Fang Lin's name for a long time.
When Song Jinhao saw him in person, he immediately became puzzled.
Why would Hu Keer be interested in such an ordinary man?
