Chapter 252 A black peerless treasure

Author: Lao Yang loves to eat fish

Chapter 252 A black peerless treasure

The antique market has arrived. There are many stalls on weekends and there are many people shopping. The shops on both sides of the road are also open. There are many antiques in them, but Jiang Hanyan glanced at them and saw that half of them were fake.

There were a lot of things on the stall, and they were arranged in a mess. Jiang Hanyan walked around and found a dirty cup and an inkstone. The tentacles were cool and the ink in the inkstone could stay dry for a long time. It was a treasure.

There is also a jade snuff bottle with lifelike orchids carved inside. This is a work of the former Jin Dynasty master and is very rare.

Jiang Hanyan heard about the legend of Master Jin in his previous life. Even the royal family asked him to carve snuff bottles, which shows that he was famous. However, Master Jin offended the powerful and was deprived of his right hand. From then on, there was no more Master Jin.

The snuff bottle was introduced.

Therefore, Master Jin’s snuff bottles are extremely precious and have great collection value.

A porcelain cup, an inkstone, a snuff bottle, and a few copper coins. The harvest was okay, but he didn't find anything big. Jiang Hanyan was a little unwilling, so he took Lu Chen and started shopping again, maybe he could find something missing.

Woolen cloth.

After another round of shopping, Jiang Hanyan had no choice but to give up and prepare to go home, but saw a lot of people gathered in front of him, making it a bit noisy.

Lu Chen pushed through the crowd and squeezed in while holding Jiang Hanyan's hand. Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man, wearing glasses, thin and sallow, with white hair on his temples. He was wearing an old jacket and his glasses were broken on one side.

It was attached with white tape, and the whole person exuded the air of a downtrodden scholar.

The man was holding a dark jar in his arms, and there was a card in front of him that said -

Peerless antique, priced at 30,000!

"I think your broken jar is too small to use as a chamber pot, but you dare to ask for 30,000 yuan. It's really a big deal!"

"I don't even want 30 yuan. Even a blind person wouldn't be fooled by this piece of junk and it's a precious antique."

"Hey, go away quickly, don't act crazy here, no one will buy it."

The crowd was talking a lot and accusing the man, but the man remained silent, pursed his lips stubbornly, turned a deaf ear to these people's words, and hugged the jar tightly.

"Ten thousand yuan, I'll take it."

The person who spoke was a man wearing a Chinese tunic suit. When the others saw him, they immediately stepped aside respectfully. It was obvious that the man's identity was unusual.

"It's Boss Ma from Boguxuan. The most impressive store there is owned by Boss Ma. He also has a store in Hong Kong City, and he has a lot of money."

The crowd whispered, Jiang Hanyan heard them all, and also knew the identity of the man in Mao suit.

"Thirty thousand yuan, not a penny less. If my wife hadn't been seriously ill, I wouldn't have sold this jar for 300,000 yuan." The middle-aged man said proudly.

Boss Ma smiled and said calmly: "Tell me, what kind of antique is this jar?"

"I don't know, but it's very precious anyway."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.

"You don't even know what antiques are, and you still dare to come to Boss Ma to extort 30,000 yuan. You must be brave." Everyone laughed.

"This is an heirloom of my family, very precious."

The middle-aged man was angry, and what he told was all true. Before his mother died, she said that if she encountered any difficulties, she would sell the jar, and she also told him not to sell it at a lower price.

He knew nothing about antiques, but he trusted his mother that the 30,000 yuan was exactly his wife's medical expenses, and his family couldn't afford that much money, so he took the jar and sold it.

"Haha... Nine out of ten people who come here to sell things say they are family heirlooms, and you are coaxing a three-year-old child!"

The ridicule was harsh. The middle-aged man was thin-skinned and wanted to get up and leave several times, but thinking of his wife lying on the hospital bed, he endured it again and said to Boss Ma: "I have to sell this jar for 30,000 yuan. My wife

I have a serious illness and it costs 30,000 yuan to cure me. You won’t suffer any loss if you buy this jar, it’s really a treasure.”

"Can't you make up something new? Either my parents are sick or my wife is sick. Who will believe you?"

Someone in the crowd screamed in dissatisfaction, and others looked disbelieving. This man sounded like a liar at first glance, and anyone who bought it would be fooled.

"My wife is really sick. I won't make such a joke on my relatives," the man said angrily.

But everyone looked disdainful, obviously not believing him.

The man was angry and helpless. He looked at Boss Ma pleadingly, hoping that he would pay 30,000 yuan to buy the jar.

"Twenty thousand, I don't know if your jar is real. I have to take risks if I buy it. Let's just treat it as a good relationship for 20,000." Boss Ma is determined to get this jar.

He has been doing antiques for so many years, and he can tell at a glance that this jar is probably a rare treasure. If it is true, the 20,000 yuan he spent is so worth it. If it is auctioned at the Hong Kong City Auction House, it will definitely cost hundreds of times.

However, Boss Ma is not sure that it is genuine, but it is only 20,000 yuan, so it doesn’t matter if he misses it.

"No, I'll sell it for 30,000 yuan."

The man refused because 20,000 yuan could not save his wife.

Boss Ma frowned and looked unhappy. This man was too ignorant.

"I bought it for thirty thousand yuan."

Jiang Hanyan spoke, and she observed it for a long time. What the man said was indeed true. In fact, she couldn't tell what the jar was, but she could sense the rich aura on the jar, which must be something good.

The man was overjoyed, his dull eyes lit up, and he said impatiently: "It's best to settle it all at once."

"I'll give you cash."

Jiang Hanyan nodded and took out three bundles of cash from his bag, which he had specially gone to the bank to withdraw before coming here.

"The jar is given to you."

The man was overjoyed. After taking the money, he handed the jar over.

"I'll take the fifty thousand yuan." Boss Ma said coldly and glanced at Jiang Hanyan warningly.

The antique market is his territory, and no one has dared to go against him on this territory in these years.

"I have already sold it to this girl." The middle-aged man was unmoved. He only wanted 30,000 yuan so that his wife could get better.

"Isn't it because we haven't got enough money yet? I just follow the rules. I want this jar for 50,000 yuan." Boss Ma smiled with a cold expression.

"Already sold it."

The man was indifferent, handed the jar to Jiang Hanyan, stuffed 30,000 yuan into his bag, and was about to leave.

Boss Ma's expression was gloomy. Although there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, there was no smile in his eyes. He smiled slightly at Jiang Hanyan and said, "Girl, I'll take this jar for 50,000 yuan, how about it?"

Everyone gasped and were extremely envious. In just a few minutes, they could make a net profit of 20,000 yuan. This beautiful girl was going to make a fortune.

"Not for sale!"

Jiang Hanyan flatly refused, even if she paid five million, she wouldn't sell it. She dragged Lu Chen away. The smile on Boss Ma's face disappeared and he watched them leave gloomily.

He winked at his men, who understood and slowly followed Jiang Hanyan and the others.

The middle-aged man was followed by a few sneaky people, all of whom were pickpockets and were interested in the 30,000 yuan in the man's bag.

Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen followed closely behind the man. There were many pickpockets in the antique market, and they targeted the generous customers. This man had a huge sum of 30,000 yuan in his pocket, which attracted countless flies.
Chapter completed!