Chapter 812
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"can't one hundred dollars do?"
Yang Zimei made a counter-offer.
"Three hundred dollars, one price, not a dime less."
The owner of the stall was angry that he had not cheated Yang Zimei's money just now. This painting was just a worthless thing he picked up in the garbage heap. The painting inside was crude, and it was a fake product. Therefore, he deliberately rolled it up to arouse the curiosity of customers. If he didn't give money or open it, he would cheat one by one.
"In case you buy something worthless, you will lose money."
Yang Zimei sighed deliberately, pretended to be casual, and picked up the statue of Buddha. "It's not worth a few dollars. It's OK to buy that painting for 300 yuan, but can it be tied up for sale? I'll take it back to deceive my brother and deceive him into saying it's antique."
The bronze Buddha statue is not valuable. It was collected by the stall owner for one yuan.
"Well, take it and meet you, a shrewd little girl, when I'm in big trouble today." The owner of the stall looks heartbroken. In fact, he has been happy for a long time.
It's not a small gain to earn 300 yuan today.
Yang Zimei took out 300 yuan for him, took the painting and the bronze Buddha statue in his hand, and grinned cunningly at the shopkeeper, "yes, you will lose a lot today. Wait for blood to vomit."
"What do you mean?"
The owner of the stall was spitting and rubbing to see if the money was real.
"No fun, ha ha."
Yang Zimei laughed, "and, uncle, playing psychedelic drugs on the antique street is very unethical. Sooner or later, someone will sue you to take off your pants."
With that, she didn't care what wonderful expression was on her face after the truth was exposed.
Put those two things in the storage ring and continue to look for other leaks.
It is indeed one of the best antique streets in China. Yang Zimei was lucky enough to find a blue glazed porcelain bowl of the Shang Dynasty. The glaze color was green.
This kind of porcelain is called primitive porcelain in antiquity. It takes kaolin as its body, and its firing temperature is as high as 1100 ~ 1200 degrees. The surface layer is fired at high temperature to form a glass glaze which is firmly combined with the matrix. The texture is hard and delicate, and the water absorption is very weak. There is a metal sound when tapping.
Because of its primitive craft, it is called "primitive porcelain" or "primitive celadon".
There are Zun, Dou, jar, urn, bowl and so on.
Yang Zimei took this celadon porcelain bowl. They were all very happy. I don't have to worry about the money in the near future.
As she continued to walk around, she could not help but look at the crisp and sweet voice of a girl Hawking in front of her.
her eyes were fixed!
The girl was about twelve years old. Her face was pretty, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyes were black and bright. Her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders. She was wearing a little old white skirt.
What attracted Yang Zimei's eyes was not the girl's lightness and delicacy, but a mahogany card hanging on her neck!
On the stall in front of her, there are some miscellaneous imitations.
Behind the stall, there is also a small table with a sixth grade math book and homework book on it.
The girl peddled for a while. Seeing no one coming, she squatted in front of the small table and took up her pen to do her homework.
As soon as a guest passed by, she immediately raised her head to sell.
Seeing that people were not interested in the objects on her stall, her bright big eyes were darkened and continued to do homework.
Seeing her like this, Yang Zimei's heart is a little bit painful, as if to see the previous life at a young age had to run for a livelihood of their own.
However, she was more curious about why the little girl also had mahogany cards.
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"can't one hundred dollars do?"
Yang Zimei made a counter-offer.
"Three hundred dollars, one price, not a dime less."
The owner of the stall was angry that he had not cheated Yang Zimei's money just now. This painting was just a worthless thing he picked up in the garbage heap. The painting inside was crude, and it was a fake product. Therefore, he deliberately rolled it up to arouse the curiosity of customers. If he didn't give money or open it, he would cheat one by one.
"In case you buy something worthless, you will lose money."
Yang Zimei sighed deliberately, pretended to be casual, and picked up the statue of Buddha. "It's not worth a few dollars. It's OK to buy that painting for 300 yuan, but can it be tied up for sale? I'll take it back to deceive my brother and deceive him into saying it's antique."
The bronze Buddha statue is not valuable. It was collected by the stall owner for one yuan.
"Well, take it and meet you, a shrewd little girl, when I'm in big trouble today." The owner of the stall looks heartbroken. In fact, he has been happy for a long time.
It's not a small gain to earn 300 yuan today.
Yang Zimei took out 300 yuan for him, took the painting and the bronze Buddha statue in his hand, and grinned cunningly at the shopkeeper, "yes, you will lose a lot today. Wait for blood to vomit."
"What do you mean?"
The owner of the stall was spitting and rubbing to see if the money was real.
"No fun, ha ha."
Yang Zimei laughed, "and, uncle, playing psychedelic drugs on the antique street is very unethical. Sooner or later, someone will sue you to take off your pants."
With that, she didn't care what wonderful expression was on her face after the truth was exposed.
Put those two things in the storage ring and continue to look for other leaks.
It is indeed one of the best antique streets in China. Yang Zimei was lucky enough to find a blue glazed porcelain bowl of the Shang Dynasty. The glaze color was green.
This kind of porcelain is called primitive porcelain in antiquity. It takes kaolin as its body, and its firing temperature is as high as 1100 ~ 1200 degrees. The surface layer is fired at high temperature to form a glass glaze which is firmly combined with the matrix. The texture is hard and delicate, and the water absorption is very weak. There is a metal sound when tapping.
Because of its primitive craft, it is called "primitive porcelain" or "primitive celadon".
There are Zun, Dou, jar, urn, bowl and so on.
Yang Zimei took this celadon porcelain bowl. They were all very happy. I don't have to worry about the money in the near future.
As she continued to walk around, she could not help but look at the crisp and sweet voice of a girl Hawking in front of her.
her eyes were fixed!
The girl was about twelve years old. Her face was pretty, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her eyes were black and bright. Her long black hair was scattered on her shoulders. She was wearing a little old white skirt.
What attracted Yang Zimei's eyes was not the girl's lightness and delicacy, but a mahogany card hanging on her neck!
On the stall in front of her, there are some miscellaneous imitations.
Behind the stall, there is also a small table with a sixth grade math book and homework book on it.
The girl peddled for a while. Seeing no one coming, she squatted in front of the small table and took up her pen to do her homework.
As soon as a guest passed by, she immediately raised her head to sell.
Seeing that people were not interested in the objects on her stall, her bright big eyes were darkened and continued to do homework.
Seeing her like this, Yang Zimei's heart is a little bit painful, as if to see the previous life at a young age had to run for a livelihood of their own.
However, she was more curious about why the little girl also had mahogany cards.
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