Antique Dealer

Chapter 33
The old man gave it to me, and I thought to myself, since you picked it up, don't even think about giving it back to me!

Fang Hao took the bracelet and looked it over carefully, frowned and said, "Where is the damage?"

The old man played a rogue again: "No matter how much you say, you just don't want to pay!"

Fang Hao said coldly: "Then I still want to say, you just want to rely on me, what's the matter, I helped you and it was wrong!"

The old man vowed again that Fang Hao's help was not needed at all at that time, it was Fang Hao who was just looking for trouble!

"You old bastard, you're such a joke!" Li Mingchao couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed at the old man and began to curse.

The old man stared at Li Mingchao fiercely: "You dare to curse again!"

Li Mingchao was not to be outdone: "If you pay back what you just said, I will not only scold you, but also beat you!"

Fang Hao didn't expect that Li Mingchao, who looks very thin and hardly conflicts with others, would behave like this at this time. He felt warm in his heart and stopped Li Mingchao.

He said earnestly, "Master, let me ask you, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

The old man was as thick-skinned as a city wall. He said: "My conscience is very good. On the contrary, I want to ask you, will your conscience hurt if you bully an old man like this!"

Fang Hao nodded: "You just want me to buy this bracelet, okay, I bought the bracelet, but I can't buy it at the price you paid for it."

Li Mingchao winked at Fang Hao frequently, trying to persuade him not to agree to the old man, Fang Hao waved at him.

"Why!" exclaimed the old man.

Fang Hao sneered and said, "You think there is something wrong with this bracelet, and you want to go to the stall owner to return it. Do you think I will buy it at the original price?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "I blamed the boss just now, and didn't the boss also confirm that this is beeswax? 8000 yuan is really not expensive."

Fang Hao looked at him with a half-smile: "Oh, are you sure it's beeswax?"

The old man nodded heavily: "Yes, it's absolutely true, old beeswax!"

Fang Hao asked again: "Or old mewa?"

The old man insisted that it was old beeswax.

Fang Hao laughed: "Since it's Old Beeswax, are you willing to sell it to me at the original price of 8000 yuan?"

The old man immediately said: "I think you are a good guy, so you would agree to this price. If it were someone else, it would be more than doubled!"

The old man's shameless words disgusted the people around him, but at this moment the old man's eyes are only on money, all morality and IQ have been forgotten, and all he can think about is to get rid of the string and get the money back.

Fang Hao confirmed again: "Are you really willing to sell it to me for 8000 yuan?"

"Of course, my lords, every spittle is a nail!" The old man patted his chest, already a little bit overjoyed.

Fang Hao said: "Then let's sign an agreement, and don't go back on your word when the time comes."

The old man faintly felt that something was wrong, why did he still have to sign the agreement, it couldn't be something tricky!

Fang Hao crossed his arms: "If I don't sign it, I will definitely not buy it, or go to the police station to solve it, and you go to the court to sue."

"Tch, this kid was trying to scare me!"

The old man suddenly realized, and immediately said: "Okay, sign and sign!"

"Let's go, let's go over there, don't block others."

Fang Hao and his party of three came to a corner not far away and drafted an agreement in duplicate. Both parties confirmed that it was correct and signed their own names. Li Mingchao photographed the whole process.

After paying the money, Fang Hao smiled at the old man: "Master, thank you so much, I hope you won't regret it in two days!"

When the old man saw the account information on WeChat, he couldn't help being overjoyed. He didn't even hear what Fang Hao said: "Ah, what did you say?"

"Pretend I didn't say it." Fang Hao chuckled, and took Li Mingchao to continue the journey just now, feeling very happy in his heart.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The old man frowned. Although he had already got the money back, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what was wrong.

At this moment, he saw an old man in his 70s trotting towards Fang Hao. This man looked familiar. Thinking about it carefully, wasn't it Qiu Changrong, an expert in the miscellaneous group of the Beijing TV appraising program "Art Collection"?

Why did he come to Daliushu today, and ran towards Fang Hao so eagerly, why?
The old man’s face began to be cloudy, and when he recalled what happened just now, the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, but if the thing was genuine, the stall owner looked at it later, he didn’t see it, but a young man recognized it. Isn't this funny?
The old man shook his head, thinking that he must be wrong.

On the other side, Qiu Changrong trotted towards Fang Hao: "Little brother, can you wait a moment?"

The two turned their heads, and Li Mingchao said in surprise, "Hey, isn't this old Qiu Changrong?"

After being reminded, Fang Hao also recognized that this old Mr. Qiu treated people with kindness and amiability, and his appraisal was serious. Regardless of the authenticity, the reasons he gave were simple, clear and convincing. Popular experts.

"Old Qiu, did you call me just now?" Fang Hao greeted politely.

Qiu Changrong was getting old, and he ran in a hurry just now. When he stopped, he was a little out of breath. He gasped for a few breaths, nodded his head, and saw that everyone around him looked at him, and said, "Can we talk in another place?"

Fang Hao and the others said there was no problem, and they walked out of the ghost market together with Qiu Changrong.

"Old Qiu, why did you come to Daliushu today?" Li Mingchao asked.

Qiu Changrong said with a smile: "It just happened to be a show at Daliushu today. After dinner, I came here for a walk."

Li Mingchao said with a smile: "You must have gained a lot, right?"

Qiu Changrong pointed at himself, and said humorously: "What do you think I can gain by putting on this face?"

Both Fang Hao and Li Mingchao laughed. For a well-known antique expert, the chances of buying good things at a cheap price in the antique market are very low. Looking for him to sell the collection, and inviting him to a meeting, etc., the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

After chatting for a while, Qiu Changrong said to Fang Hao: "Fang Xiaoyou, I saw you got a beeswax bracelet just now, can you show me?"

Fang Hao immediately took out the bracelet.

Qiu Changrong picked up the bracelet that Fang Hao entrusted in his hand, and carefully observed it under the light. The bracelet is composed of thirteen barrel beads, each of which is full, simple and round in shape, pure and subtle in luster, orange in color, and delicate regolith on the body surface. , patina crispy.

After a while, he said with emotion: "It's really a good thing. Such a well-preserved Qing Dynasty old beeswax is rare. How about transferring it to me?"

Fang Hao agreed straight away. Anyway, if he wanted to sell it, he might as well sell it to Qiu Changrong to make a good relationship. After that, he asked for 40 yuan, which was not expensive. Qiu Changrong immediately agreed and took out his mobile phone to transfer the money to Fang Hao.

Li Mingchao said with a smile: "You are also very fashionable when you are old. You can even transfer money by mobile phone."

Qiu Changrong said while operating: "There is no way, now is the electronic society, we old guys have to learn, if we can't keep pace with the times, we can only be eliminated by the times! But these electronic devices are really a little bit for us old guys. It's not very friendly, I also learned it after pestering my granddaughter for a long time. Okay, it's finished, have you received the message?"

Fang Hao waited for a while, and the phone showed that the transfer information had been received.

Afterwards, the two parties exchanged contact information again, and Qiu Changrong hurried back. After all, it was an old man who couldn't bear it after going to bed late.

On the way back to the ghost market, Fang Hao saw the old man again. The old man looked at Fang Hao with dull eyes, and was still holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand.

(End of this chapter)