Great Power Army Reclamation

The stall owner who got the money quickly cleaned up his stall. The old man looked strange and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing here?"

The stall owner was a little panicked and quickly explained: "My grandpa is sick. I'll get him medicine quickly." After that, he disappeared in a flash.

Everyone understood that he was getting rid of the goods, and he was afraid that Ye Yuze and the others would cause trouble, so they hid. Although there is a saying in antique shops that there is no debt, but looking at the age of Ye Yuze and the others, I wonder whose child they are? The purchasing power of a large unity card is quite astonishing. You can buy ten pounds of pork without tickets. If his family comes to find him, it will be troublesome.

When the old man saw the stall owner leaving, he stopped wandering around, put down the satchel he was carrying, took out a piece of cloth, and then took out some copper coins, plus the bowl he just bought, and sat there to set up the stall. .

Ye Yuze couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. This brother was really good at finding every opportunity to exploit. But when I came here today, I said I wanted to see it, and asked Ye Yuze for a book package. Ye Yuze ignored him and continued to wander around.

Walking around a corner, suddenly a familiar voice came: "Take a look, it's the only snuff bottle that Emperor Guangxu left behind before he fled to the northeast. Don't miss it if you pass by!"

Ye Yuze followed the sound curiously and walked over, and unexpectedly saw Guo Yang sitting in front of a stall and shouting in a decent manner. Ye Yuze couldn't help laughing and scolding: "You are so quick to change your career, why don't you waste your tickets?"

Guo Yang saw it was him and stood up quickly. "Master Ye? It's been a long time. I haven't seen you for a long time. How is everything with you? Alas, there are fewer and fewer things for which you can use tickets. You can buy them with a little extra money. There is no future in that line of work. Why don't I try to make a living again? ?”

The reason why Ye Yuze doesn't hate this guy is because he has a sweet mouth. But the number of foreign exchange coupons later became too large and it was inconvenient to take him to play. But Guo Yang knew what happened later, but he had no other choice but to be jealous.

When he suddenly saw Ye Yuze today, he naturally wanted to fawn over him. He knew that a person like Ye Yuze could live with him for half a month.

Ye Yuze squatted down with a smile, picked up the snuff bottle he just shouted at and looked at it. This is obviously a small, flat bottle made of glass. What's amazing is that there are four kinds of plants, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, painted with colorful paint inside. They are so lifelike that Ye Yuze can't put them down at first sight.

The bottle is so small that it can fit in the palm of your hand. Ye Yuze raised his head and asked Guo Yang, "How much do you plan to sell Guangxu's snuff bottle for?"

Guo Yang felt a little bitter in his heart. This was his only appearance at the moment! They all relied on him to attract customers. Although there are a bunch of snuff bottles in his stall, none of them are as beautiful as this one.

But this man can't be offended. If someone likes him, he has to reluctantly part with him. So he quickly squeezed out a smile and said: "Master Ye, this is not valuable. If you like it, you can play with it. If you ask for money, aren't you slapping me in the face?"

Ye Yuze was too lazy to bother with him and asked impatiently: "How much is it? Am I the one who paid for that person's stuff? I like this thing, so I quickly negotiated the price."

Seeing that he really wanted to buy it, Guo Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Just give me twenty, plus travel expenses. I got this from somewhere else."

How could Ye Yuze take advantage of him? He just counted a hundred and threw it to him before leaving. Guo Yang shouted at him and insisted on giving him back eighty. How could Ye Yuze want it? Guo Yang saw that he had no choice but to take out another bottle and pour the black powder inside into Ye Yuze's snuff bottle.

"Master Ye, this is authentic snuff. You can't buy it on the market anymore. Please take some and try it."

After filling Ye Yuze with snuff and giving him the instructions for using it, he was willing to let Ye Yuze leave.

Ye Yuze strolled back to Laorou's stall and found that this guy was actually open. A circle of people gathered in front of the stall. Ye Yuze quickly squeezed in to see what was going on?

It turned out that an old man in his sixties was bargaining with the old meat there. The old man put out about thirty copper coins, but the old man actually wanted to pack it up and said that he would give him nine hundred and fifty yuan, but he insisted on one thousand yuan if he refused.

The market was full of idlers. The turnover at that time was quite scary, so everyone gathered around to watch the excitement. Although the old man was panicking when he saw so many people, he didn't give in when it came to money. It was a fixed price, no matter what the old man said.

A stall owner nearby couldn't help but persuaded: "Little brother, this man is the director of the Palace Museum. He accepts your things to give you face. Don't stretch your hair. If you have something in the future, let him give you something to look at." You’ll make a lot of money.”

Lao Rou was unconvinced and said: "My master's eyesight is not worse than his, there is no need to let him grow eyes."

The old man was also a little annoyed. He didn't care about the price, but someone said that he had better eyesight than him, so he couldn't stand it. The old man only lives to save face, and there is no one in the entire antique market who doesn't shout "Master!" when he sees him, but this wild boy dares to slap him in the face.

So he asked with a serious look: "Who is your master? Is he from the capital? What is his name?"

The old man raised his head proudly: "Of course he is from the capital. Where else can there be such a knowledgeable person besides the capital? His name is Na Wu, and he lives in Beihai."

The old man took a breath and looked at the old man with wide eyes, as if he didn't believe it. "You said that Wu is your master?"

The old man raised his head higher and answered without hesitation: "Master is of course Master, how can I still shout this?"

The old man stopped talking and neatly counted out a thousand yuan and handed it to the old man's hand. After giving the money, I suddenly saw the bowl and asked curiously. "Is this bowl yours too?"

Laorou nodded: "This is a treasure that has been passed down from my family for many generations. Doesn't my grandfather get sick and have to exchange it for money?"

Hearing this, not to mention Ye Yuze, the stall owners next to him almost vomited blood. You obviously just paid 10 yuan for this piece of shit, but why did it become an heirloom in the blink of an eye? Why didn't you add that your ancestor was a eunuch? The key point is that the ten yuan was given by the person who was with you. In exchange, you would only give him two kilograms of eggs.

The old man picked up the bowl and observed it carefully for a while, his eyes lit up. Maybe he was still a little worried, so he took out his gloves from his bag and put them on, and took out a magnifying glass to observe carefully for more than ten minutes.

Finally, the old man put down the magnifying glass and looked at the old man with bright eyes: "Brother, how much do you sell this bowl for?"

The old man was a little confused. Although he spent the whole night studying antiques last night, how could he know the market price? He looked at the thousand yuan in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted, "I won't sell it for less than a thousand yuan!"

Everyone was stunned, and Ye Yuze sighed secretly. Is this the brother who is said to be asking for money to death?

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