Picking up rubbish from the ex-marriage to help the brother-in-law

Chapter 192

There is an unspoken rule in Antique Street, if you don't tell the truth if you see it through, you can't offend your colleagues.

What Liu Fan said made the stall owner blush.

"Okay, okay, you are an expert, 3000 is 3000."

The boss said helplessly that they could only be considered unlucky if they met someone who was knowledgeable.

As he said that, he packed a box for Liu Fan.

Cui Zhigang was stunned as he watched from the sidelines. If he had bought the blue and white porcelain, he would have been cheated of ten thousand or twenty thousand.

And Liu Fan just asked the stall owner to take out the blue and white porcelain with just a few casual words, which is too capable!
In an instant, Cui Zhigang made a decision.

If you follow Liu Fan, you will definitely make money!

"Wait, boss, you earned 3000 too easily, I feel a bit at a loss, how about this, pack this cricket jar for me too."

Liu Fan frowned, pointed to a dusty gray jar in the corner and said, there were still a few brushes in the jar.

Hearing this, the boss immediately became alarmed and said: "Little brother, you are too greedy. I bought this jar at a high price. If you take 3000, you want to take it away and don't sell it!"

"Pull it down, this is a broken jar. If I didn't like cricket fighting, I wouldn't bother to ask for it. Since it's not for sale, I won't buy this blue and white porcelain either. It's a disappointment!"

Liu Fan sneered, stood up and was about to leave.

Cui Zhigang only thought that Liu Fan was unhappy, so he hurried to catch up.

Liu Fan thought to himself, "One, two, three!"

Sure enough, the next second.

"Hey, little brother, come back."

The stall owner really regretted it.

Liu Fan turned around triumphantly, and looked at the boss with puzzled eyes.

"I'm unlucky today, 3500, you take it away."

The boss took off his straw hat and fanned himself, he felt a little angry.

"3500, barely do it."

Liu Fan looked reluctant, transferred 3500, and traded on the spot.

"Brother Fan, is this worth 500?"

Cui Zhigang looked at the blackened cricket jar with distaste, "I have a lot of broken jars like this in my yard."

The implication is to lament that Liu Fan has lost money.

"Is it worth it, mainly because I like it."

The corner of Liu Fan's mouth raised slightly. In fact, how could he lose money when he has golden pupils?
He never cared about the blue and white porcelain, but this cricket jar was really valuable!

Just when Liu Fan got the cricket jar, a vicissitudes of life sounded.

"Boy, can I have a look at my cricket jar?"

Liu Fan looked up and followed the sound, but saw an old man with silver hair in a Tang suit, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the most special thing was that his ears were protruding ears.

He was leaning on a dragon-headed cane, followed by a middle-aged man in his 40s, dressed as a housekeeper.

"Old sir, what do you mean?"

Liu Fan pointed to the gray jar in his hand and asked.

Cui Zhigang and the stall owner next to him also looked over, curious in their hearts, this jar looks like an ordinary jar, is there something tricky in it?
The old man came over, smiled and said, "Young man, I like this cricket jar very much. I wonder if I can part with it?"

Liu Fan was startled, and thought to himself, it seems that he is not the only one who can see that this jar is special.

He nodded and asked, "I don't know what price the old man is willing to pay for it?"

The middle-aged man next to the old man stood up and said with a smile: "Little brother, this jar is very ordinary, but we are willing to pay a high price for it. How about 10 yuan?"

(End of this chapter)