Two million! Fei Xiaohong was shocked and used her little finger to clean her ears, and she found that she looked like "I can't believe my ears," You didn't fool me, right? I bought most of the colorful December Flower God Cup for 100,000 yuan? Are you sure this is true? There is no mistake?" She was very ill-equipped, and she really took out a piece of yellow earwax from her ears and bounced it to the ground.

I opened the zipper lock of my schoolbag and gently put the cup inside, "Yes, it's exactly the same as the one in the Palace Museum."

Fei Xiaohong took a breath, "Then aren't you making money?"

"Make do it, finally, I smiled in a good mood. I tightened my back and carried my schoolbag first, crossed the street: "Let's go to the audition place again. I remember it will not be over until the afternoon. There should be a lot of things that can be picked up." I remembered something. I took back the brocade box that I just sent to Fei Xiaohong. "Uh, I should take this fake thing, I should take it. With this, I knew I was an amateur at first sight, so I could buy things."

Fei Xiaohong was so stingy. Li Fu stared at me and reached out to grab me: "You've given me all my gift!"

I was almost angry with her and hugged Jinbo and hid: "I'm dizzy. I even asked you to pick up an inkstone. Look at you so stingy!"

"One code is the same as one code! Hurry back it back! Otherwise I will bite you!" After fighting for a brocade box worth a hundred yuan, Fei Xiaohong was shocked and retracted her hand in disappointment. Her eyes rolled, and she didn't know what she had figured out. Suddenly, she changed her charming expression. She giggled and pieced it together with me, and said intimately: "Xiaojing. You see, you have made enough money, is it time for me? Well, let me point you a few more? It's best to be the same grade as this Flower God Cup."

Faced with Fei Xiaohong's shameless request, I rolled my eyes and crossed the street. I ignored her.

Fei Xiaohong pinched a flattering smile on her face, followed me closely, while hanging her back with one hand: "Is it comfortable? I will pinch you when I go back?" I ignored her and turned her head to look at her in the aftermath. Fei Xiaohong was whispering her lips, obviously saying bad things about me. When she saw me coming over, her expression immediately changed and she changed into a flattering smile: "Are you thirsty? Sister Hong bought you some water? Are you tired? Talking about it, there seems to be no chair here, it's okay, sit on Sister Hong's lap to rest for a while?"

I stopped and stood there and turned around and said, "There are millions of things on the spot, but the other party is aware of it, so I can pick up no vacancy.

Hearing this, Fei Xiaohong put the Xuande stove in her hand on the ground and hung my arms enthusiastically, "Hundreds of thousands or tens of thousands, and a little less, hehe, where? Point to Sister Hong? She is a nanny. Her massage technique is really comfortable, making my whole body numb.

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I thought, anyway, I had asked those people just now. Since the other party didn't sell me, it would be meaningless for me to ask again. It would be better to let Feihong try his luck. Besides, antiques worth tens of thousands of yuan. I really don't care so much. This will not have much impact on my total assets. So, I looked at the crowd and finally pointed to a few people and said to her: "I saw that the white-headed aunt wearing a vest. The one in her hand is a real bronze ware. It was from the Qing Dynasty, which can be worth about 30,000 yuan. You can try it, well, that person. The one wearing glasses is the landscape lamp of the Republic of China, which is worth 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Then there is that person,"

Fei Xiaohong pricked up her ears and listened hard. After I finished speaking, she grinned and ran away.

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I still have my business, so I didn't care about her anymore. I was in the crowd, looking around with my eyes.

It was already past ten o'clock, and the host was talking to the several people entering the rematch in front of the camera. The collectors talked one by one and asked them to go to the recording studio in the west to find experts to identify. In fact, the real rematch will only start tomorrow. The host only needs a shot, so that the later integration will be more coherent, and the collections on site today. In order not to affect the recording effect of the rematch, the collectors will not know in advance, and most experts will not tell them the authenticity of the collection.

Suddenly, a few conversations attracted my attention.

"Director, are you a purple clay pot? It's pretty good."

"Hey, I don't know. When I remembered, the pot was flirting at my house. I asked some elders, but I forgot where the pot came from."

"I heard that purple clay teapots are quite hot now, and there are tens of millions of dollars. What is your psychological price?

"All those who have exceeded one million are old pots. My this seems to be new. If you can be worth 100,000, you will be content."

I looked over my head and saw that the purple clay teapot that the slightly bald middle-aged man was dragging in his hand. I seemed to have seen it on TV, but I didn't remember it clearly. But based on the principle of "it would rather kill a thousand mistakenly than let one go", I walked in a little bit and observed it carefully from the surface. The purple clay teapot is different from antiques such as porcelain calligraphy and painting. It doesn't matter whether it is absolutely true or false. It mainly measures its value to look at several aspects. Who is the pot maker, age, pot shape, purple clay, etc., after Yan Wanru's training yesterday, I can probably tell a little bit.

"Huh? Little brother." The bald man glanced at the box in my hand: "Is this brocade box your collection?"

I withdrew my gaze that fell on the purple clay teapot and said, "No, the net received it from someone else. What's wrong?"

"How much?"

"A few thousand."

The bald man was frightened and stopped for a moment. He still whispered: "Then you're so fucking. This box is not worth a few thousand. Haha, I'm from a department store in Shijiazhuang.

This is the price of something, the price is 88. There is no curse even if the pattern is covered."

Another young man who had been chatting with him before said, "Oh, then hurry up and leave, it's a few thousand yuan."

I shook my head slowly: "Everyone is gone."

The bald man said, "Be careful next time. The antiques are deep, don't spend money easily, you have to understand them later.

I smiled without comment, "Uncle, can I see your purple clay pot?"

"Okay, give it." The bald man handed over the pot without even hesitation.

I held it in my hand, and only took a rough look at the signature, and my heart suddenly jumped!

Chen Zhongmei! It is actually the work of Chen Zhongmei, a famous purple clay artist in the late Ming Dynasty!

To be precise, this pot should be a "purple sand deer-shaped priest", with extremely vivid shape, with the deer antlers being held on the neck of the priest. The priest is in the form of a deer kneeling on the ground, with a restrained light, and the "Chen Zhongmei" engraved on the bottom, with a wide mouth, and the joint between the neck and the deer body of the mouth is relatively rough. It is the characteristic of making pots in the late Ming Dynasty. The knife method is concise in the carving details such as the nose and mouth, and it seems to pass by, but it shows a faint outline. The overall abstraction is extremely concrete and vivid, which is really amazing.

However, I was not overwhelmed by ecstasy, but repeatedly recalled the identification techniques that Yan Wanru taught me.

A few minutes later, from the analysis of the local performances of the pot mouth, carving, purple clay, etc., I was finally sure. This pot is definitely Chen Zhongmei’s work!

When I opened the lid of the pot, I couldn't help but feel secretly happy. There was still a circle of traces left in the inner wall of the pot that had been soaked by tea soup for a long time. I think he had been drinking tea at home before he came. In addition, the bald man gave me the pot casually, he obviously didn't know about this pot.

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,  Wanbi

Opportunity! Another opportunity!

The market price of this purple clay deer-shaped Zun 2 is more than 1.5 million yuan!

Fortunately, I learned a lot of knowledge about purple clay teapots from Sister Yan before coming, otherwise, even if I saw the signature of this teapot, I would definitely think that Chen Zhongmei was a relative of Chen Shimei!

Language was quickly organized in my mind, thinking about how to take down this purple clay teapot.

"Hey, can I show this pot to me?" A middle-aged woman's voice popped up next to her. The woman was not very beautiful, but she had a good temperament and was dressed very well.

The bald man was stunned, "Okay, let's see."

The woman took the purple clay pot from me without saying a word and fiddled with it, "Brother, is this your pot? Are you willing to sell it? Give it a price?" From her method of looking at the pot, she should be a person who knows pots.

I was a little anxious, but when she asked me first, I couldn't speak anymore.

Hey, Cheng Yaojin came out halfway, what's the matter?

The bald man didn't react for a while. When the woman asked him for a price, he said: 100,000?"

The woman said without thinking: "Okay, come with me to withdraw money."

The bald man and the young man next to him might not have thought that she would agree so happily and was stunned.

The woman took two steps and saw that no one followed behind her, she couldn't help but turn around and said strangely: "What's wrong?"

The bald man hesitated and said, "Sorry. I won't sell it."

The woman frowned and said, "Didn't you agree to be a hundred thousand? Then how much do you want to sell?"

"I won't sell it any more."

After tangling for a while, the woman shook her hand and left in a panic.

The young man said in surprise: "Brother, didn't you say that your psychological price is 100,000 yuan? Why didn't you sell her?"

The bald man was a little excited, "Didn't you see that she agreed so happily? This pot must be more than 100,000 yuan, and you won't lose if you sell it?" Everyone is like this. The party who sells things naturally wants to sell the thing to the highest price. I think even if the woman bids for another one million and a half million, the bald man will definitely not sell it. He will think that even if 1.5 million yuan can be sold, it will definitely be higher.

Seeing this, I didn't rush to make a bid, but chatted with them all over and over again.

The young man said: "Actually, I think 100,000 is enough."

The bald man smiled and said, "Look at her appearance. It's probably okay if I pay 150,000 yuan. Wait. Let the experts identify it. Maybe it's really an old pot, otherwise why would she spend so much money to buy it? That person is a person who specializes in playing pots."

I blinked my eyes: "This purple clay teapot is so good?"

The bald man has confidence, young man. You don’t understand, I have words on it. It must be this relationship."

I said oh, and tentatively said, "Then do you sell me?"

"You?" the bald man laughed in silence: "You don't understand, why are you buying it?"

I shrugged and said, "Don't that aunt understand just now? Since she paid 100,000 yuan, she would probably not be wrong. Well, you offer a price? If it is right, I will take it." I asked so many people at the audition site, and I have already grasped the subtle psychological changes between buying and selling well.

The bald man looked at me and his eyes moved. "Can you take out the 200,000 yuan?"

I smiled bitterly: "Is it too much? This pot is really worth so much?"

"That's not." The bald man said, "How about it? You have to have 200,000. Let's make a deal."

I shook my head with a pretentious intent to get, "It's too expensive."

"Don't worry, you will definitely not lose."

After pondering for a long time, I nodded hesitantly: "Then, okay."

The bald man smiled happily.

I couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Language is really an art. I only changed my speaking style for a little while, but the effect produced is completely different. Alas, how could Yue and Bu Yue'e meet Peng? The drama spread the sleek essence of her body. I don't know if it was a good thing to go around the curse... what happened.

Pay the money and deliver the goods in one hand.

After I took the purple clay teapot into my hand, I went to the roadside to buy a newspaper, wrapped it up, and put it in my schoolbag excitedly.

Huh! One million and a million are obtained! So fast!

"Jing! Xiaojing!"

In the distance, Fei Xiaohong smiled and waved to me. Her shoes rubbed the ground and walked over carelessly.

I glanced at her empty hands and said, "Where are your things?"

"Sold, all sold." Fei Xiaohong smiled and pinched my shoulders with her powerful fingers. "Hehe, you are so awesome. I took all the five people you pointed to me, three of them. Just like you said, when you went to the antique shop, the boss gave the money without saying a word. That was so satisfying, oh, didn't you say that Xuande Lu are fake? I also sold them at a low price. It was too tiring to hold them. Right, right, point me a few more. It's so satisfying!"

She looked at me with anticipation, and she worked harder.

I touched my nose: "I told you everything I can, no

"This is gone? Look for it again!"

"I have been looking for it for a long time, but I didn't even listen to my Sangzi asking if I was dumb?"
To be continued...