The years when I was an old man

He Songbai frowned, slightly displeased.

"Boss Zhou, do you know who Mike is? He is a specialized antique dealer. He bought so many antiques in Jinmen. In the end, he got them all abroad through various underground channels. This is in Jinmen. The antique circle is already an open secret..."

I found that this Mike is really thick-skinned.

No matter what He Songbai said, he was still on the sidelines.

Hehe giggled, and didn't answer.

But I know that he is definitely not stupid.

Otherwise, as a foreigner, how could he start this kind of antique business?

Zhou Lin didn't care at all, he showed a sly smile and said:

"Hey, Master He. I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm just a little boss who sells antiques. We'll sell to whoever pays the most..."

He Songbai's expression changed, and he looked at Zhou Lin dissatisfied.

"I know, you are a seller of antiques. But do you know that these things have gathered the painstaking efforts and wisdom of our ancestors for generations. They were weak back then, and were plundered by foreign guns and cannons. How many peerless treasures have been lost. Overseas. Now, they are using all kinds of despicable tricks to erode us a little bit..."

With that said, He Songbai sighed and continued:

"Boss Zhou, when I say this, I definitely don't want to label you. You want to sell at a high price, I understand and support it. But today, I only ask you for one thing!"

It can be felt that Mike's appearance made He Songbai feel very bad.

"Master He, tell me!"

Zhou Lin responded.

He Songbai looked stern, and said loudly:

"I just hope Boss Zhou can see that your father and I have some friendship. We are both from Jinmen. When the price is the same, you can give me these two bottles..."

I don't know the rules of the antique shop.

But He Songbai's request is absolutely not excessive.

Moreover, it also gave Mike the opportunity to raise the price.

I thought that Zhou Lin would definitely agree.

Unexpectedly, he chuckled and said perfunctorily:

"It's easy to say, easy to say! Let's look at things first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Lin turned around and went to another room.

After a while, he walked out cautiously holding a big box.

In the living room, put the box on the card table just now.

As soon as I opened it, I saw two very similar cyan binaural Guanyin bottles inside.

"See, in order to keep these two bottles safe, I bought a large safe and ordered such a crash box..."

As Zhou Lin said, he took out the bottle and put it on the table.

Then, he said to He Songbai and Mike:

"You two, let's take a look."

Mike and He Songbai were both very professional, and they put on white gloves almost at the same time.

Pick up a bottle respectively and watch carefully under the light.

And Zhou Lin was on the side, and said with a little satisfaction:

"When our old man left, he specifically explained that these two bottles were determined not to be sold. He said, although our bottles are not the original pair. There are still flaws and the size is not enough. It is still a Yongzheng imitation of the Northern Song Dynasty. But it is good. In the surviving Ru Kiln, there is no such kind of binaural Guanyin vase. At least our old man has seen these two from the day he entered the industry to the day he closed his eyes..."

As he spoke, Zhou Lin stretched out two fingers, and said with a smile:

"These are the only two in the world! How about I give them two, one for each?"

"No!"

Mike and He Songbai, who were looking at the bottle seriously, said in unison.

After the two exchanged bottles, they watched for a long time.

Then put the bottle on the table again.

He Songbai looked at Zhou Lin and said directly:

"Boss Zhou, make an offer!"

Zhou Lin gestured in front of the bottle with his hand, and said:

"No, two open. The one with the highest price, take it!"

It seems that Zhou Lin wanted the two to bid.

Mike thought for a moment, spoke first, and said:

"I paid 300 million for these two bottles last time, but Boss Zhou disagreed. Then this time, I'll add 30. 330 million, do you think it's okay?"

Zhou Lin didn't answer, looked at He Songbai, and said:

"Master He, what about you?"

"Just like him!"

He Songbai didn't dare to raise the price too much.

If that's the case, it will only be cheaper for Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin shook his head:

"No! Too little!"

Mike also frowned, and his eyes looked at the two bottles again.

I can feel that he likes these two bottles very much.

"Then I'll add another 20, 350 million. That's all right, Boss Zhou!"

Mike raised the price again, but Zhou Lin still shook his head.

This time, He Songbai and Mike stood on the same front.

"Boss Zhou, 350 million is already an extremely high price. These two bottles are not a pair. Moreover, they are still Yongzheng imitations of the Northern Song Dynasty. The glaze of the bottle is translucent, and there is a faint blue. It is not as good as the Ru kiln of the Song Dynasty." That kind of aesthetic feeling of 'after the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are broken'. The reason why the energy value is so high is because there is no such binaural Guanyin vase in the surviving Ru kiln!"

Zhou Lin smiled slightly, looked at the bottle, and suddenly asked:

"Master He, you know that I don't know much about antiques. Tell me, don't antiques become more valuable the less they survive?"

He Songbai nodded slightly, and explained:

"It's definitely an important factor. Still, it depends..."

Before he finished speaking, He Songbai suddenly stopped talking.

He looked at Zhou Lin suspiciously.

"Zhou Lin, what are you doing?"

At this time, Zhou Lin casually picked up a bottle and flipped it casually in his hand.

His movements are dangerous, and the bottle has a smooth exterior.

If one is not careful, the bottle may fall to the ground.

"I thought, how can I make it more valuable!"

The voice fell.Just heard a "pop".

A beautiful Ru kiln Guanyin vase was slammed to the ground by Zhou Lin.

Cyan tiles were splashed everywhere.

At this moment, everyone in the room widened their eyes in shock.

He Songbai and Mike opened their mouths at the same time, with disbelief on their faces.

Especially He Songbai, his expression was completely distorted.

He put his hands over his heart, as if his heart had also been broken.

And my heart couldn't help trembling.

Although I don't understand antiques, I know.

What is carried on this thing is history and culture.

It is even more beautiful, the civilization history of this country for thousands of years.

But now, this century-old porcelain has survived countless catastrophes and shows the civilization of this nation.

It was unexpectedly smashed to pieces by Zhou Lin.

This bastard is older than us.

More despicable, more bottomless.