Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 91 The Antique Store's First Big Deal
For Morris's reaction, Duncan had expected it, and he just wanted to confirm this topic when he brought it up.

Just like the information he had obtained before, ordinary people like Morris had no idea of ​​the existence of the fire—the sea of ​​fire only existed in the memory of Nina and himself.

Or strictly speaking, until she took control of this body, that fire only existed in Nina's own memory.

This topic was quickly brought up, and Morris did not have any doubts because of this inexplicable topic. Then he introduced some information about Nina's studies and classes to Duncan, and asked some questions about Nina. family situation.

It can be seen that this old gentleman who cared about the students wanted to know this long ago, but Nina's uncle's previous miserable and depraved life delayed all this until today.

The memory Duncan inherited from his body is limited, and he is actually not very clear about many of the old man's problems, but fortunately he has a flexible mind and can deal with the past based on his existing memory and sufficient brain power. As for those who really can't deal with it ...Just push it to the fact that life was decadent and alcohol harmed people back then, and I will definitely reform myself in the future...

He has rich experience in "home visits", and knows the teacher's usual questioning habits and focus points. Although he has changed his identity in a different world, these experiences can still be used to some extent.

And when the "business" in this regard was finally finished, Mr. Morris's attention was unsurprisingly focused on his second concern.

The old man looked at the well-preserved antique dagger on the counter, and everyone could see the eagerness in his eyes: "Is this thing...for sale?"

Duncan smiled immediately: "This is an antique shop."

Antiques placed in antique shops are of course for sale.

He figured it out at this time, although this dagger came from the Lost Home, but after thinking about it, it seems that there is no hidden danger in selling it-there are many things on the Lost Home, and not all of them are related to the extraordinary, like this dagger Like this, if you throw it somewhere else, it's just an ordinary antique... What can't be sold?
Compared with the pile of fakes in the store, the warehouse of Lost Home is a good way to get money!
As soon as his thoughts were straightened out, Duncan suddenly felt that the world was wide open. He suddenly realized that he had always been sitting on a treasure house—those things he regarded as scrap metal were just treasures in the wrong place. Waiting for the rich and predestined person to come, look at the old Mr. Morris... Isn't this a predestined person?

Morris didn't know what was going on in the head of the antique store manager in front of him, his attention was all on the well-preserved dagger in front of him, he hesitated for a long time before he said cautiously: "How much? "

Duncan: "..."

The world is not wide, because he doesn't know how much to set.

Even if he inherits the memory of this body completely, he doesn't know how much he should pay - this store has never sold a real one since the day it opened... and there is no price standard for antiques, he is a thorough For a layman, how much is appropriate to shout at this time?
Duncan thought quickly, and first ruled out the option of giving 30 to 100 yuan based on the pile of price tags in the store—because even if the dagger is real and in excellent condition, it is only more than [-] years old. According to the situation revealed by the old man just now, although there are not many such daggers from a century ago, they are not considered orphans. Sailors used it as a tool knife back then... This is doomed to this thing. Value is limited.

It is relatively recent, not an isolated product, and has no special historical background. It is a modern product with excellent appearance but average collection and ornamental value. The old man seems to like it very much. This can raise the price a little, but there is no limit to how much it can be raised. ——She is still Nina's teacher, so this relationship has to be taken into consideration.

Duncan thought about it for a whole circle, and it took less than a few seconds in total. Finally, he shook his head and smiled: "You can make a price—Mr. Morris, you are Nina's most respected teacher. There is no way to ask prices like ordinary customers.”

He is clearly aware of the limitations of his knowledge. At this time, it is more difficult to get a reliable figure for his own price than to make the goat silent for the first three days. Steps, let the old gentleman in front of you help palm your eyes.

He believed that this Mr. Morris could probably guess his intentions.

As for whether this deal will suffer... Duncan is very optimistic.

Where can he lose money in a business without capital—he can get a windfall income without preparation, and he can also accumulate some experience by the way. Knowing a professional in the field of history is actually a profit anyway. of.

Morris thought about it seriously.

He didn't think about it too much, most of his attention is now on this dagger.

"Three thousand...three thousand four hundred soles, this is my estimate," Morris finally said, and he seemed to have considered the number a lot before setting the number, "Mr. Duncan, you may think that the price is too low A little bit, but you have to consider the age of the dagger itself and its historical positioning... This kind of non-orphan collection is very discounted in the market. Of course, it is in good condition, which is rare, but Also take into account that not all collectors will be interested in it..."

The old man seemed to be trying to explain the reason why he set the price. Duncan was listening, but he had already started to calculate quickly in his mind——

In the lower urban area, the total monthly expenses of an ordinary family of three are only more than 200 sola—and most civilians in the lower urban area have almost no balance in their monthly income and expenditure, and some have very little.

This dagger is almost equivalent to the income of an ordinary family in the lower city for one and a half years.

That's what a "genuine item" is worth here, and a less expensive "genuine item" at that.

He didn't know whether he should lament the state of the antique business that "has not opened for three years, but opened for three years", or whether he should lament the astonishing gap between the lives of ordinary people in the lower urban area and the so-called "decent hobbies of the upper class".

Maybe he should sigh that the old man in front of him is really rich.

"Deal." He exhaled lightly and said to the old gentleman with a smile on his face.

He didn't think about haggling to waste time.

In any case, this is a lot of money for Nina and him now-reporting a cult den is far less than that.

Not long ago, he was still thinking about ways to make money, but now he found that this matter seemed less urgent.

The world is impermanent.

Morris felt that Duncan agreed too happily, and he even apologized a little because of it: "Actually...you are at a disadvantage at this price. According to the normal valuation, judging from the current number and appearance of this dagger, it is at least worth it. It should be [-] to [-]% more expensive...but..."

The old gentleman rubbed his nose and seemed a little embarrassed: "I have spent a lot on collecting ancient relics recently, and I have a little money on hand..."

The old gentleman was more candid than Duncan imagined.

"I think this is a very good price, and the difference in the middle price will be regarded as 'fate'," Duncan said with a smile, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something, got up and walked behind the counter, "By the way, to celebrate this 'big deal' ', I have a gift."

Morris watched curiously and expectantly, and saw Duncan take out a small amethyst pendant from a grid behind the counter.

The old man had sharp eyes, and he saw at a glance that the label of a certain glass workshop on the pendant hadn't been removed.

Morris: "..."

"A pendant with the effect of calming the nerves and expelling evil spirits. The crystal has been blessed and can guide the correct direction in illusions and curses. Ancient hypnotists used it to protect their spirits and deal with hidden dangers in the dream world," Duncan pushed the pendant over with a serious expression, "It has protected generations of owners, and now it is destined for you..."

Morris hesitated and pointed to the label of the pendant: "But it said it was produced by Johnny Glass Workshop..."

"I know, I forgot to pick it off," Duncan took off the label expressionlessly, "This is a gift, how can there be so many genuine products in my store as gifts?"

Morris froze for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Well, that's right—thank you very much for the 'gift', with this thing... I hope my daughter can stop nagging me."

He took the pendant while talking, and then groped in his arms for a long time, and took out a checkbook: "I didn't bring that much cash when I went out-this check can be paid at Cross Street or Prand in Uptown. City-state bank cashing, do you think it’s okay?”

Duncan smiled: "Of course."

While saying this, his eyes fell on Morris' check.

When he first heard Nina mention his history teacher, he had some doubts. Today, after he really got in touch with Mr. Morris, his doubts surfaced again.

No matter in terms of his attire, his daily words and deeds, and his professionalism in history and cultural relics, this old gentleman is obviously not an ordinary person—even if he doesn’t know the situation in the upper city, Duncan can judge that this is the case. A scholar should be in an uptown college rather than a crossroads public school.

Even without considering other factors, there is an obvious problem:

Can an ordinary public school history teacher spend a year and a half of the income of an ordinary person in the downtown area so easily to buy a collection that just happens to be eye-catching?
(End of this chapter)