Gold Medal Son-in-Law (Stunning Allure)

Chapter 12 The Arrogant Shopkeeper

"Huh? There's something!" Ying Hao noticed a rustic aura on a porcelain bowl, so he picked it up and observed it carefully.

"Hey hey hey! Let me put it down! If you can't afford it, you still come here to get rid of it. If you touch it, can you afford it?"

Seeing that Ying Hao actually picked up the antique, the shopkeeper hurriedly slapped his hand and scolded him angrily.

Ying Hao frowned, pointed to those who picked up the antiques and looked at them carefully, and said, "They can pick them up and look at them, why can't I?"

"Cut! Dude!" The shopkeeper gave him a blank look: "They are all regular customers of our store, and their consumption with us has exceeded six figures, can you compare?"

"This porcelain bowl is from the Ming Dynasty, with a price tag of 15! Can you afford it?"

"Porcelain bowl from the Ming Dynasty?" Ying Hao put the bowl back to its original place, and smiled secretly in his heart. Although this thing has a simple and simple temperament, it is very small. It is definitely not an old object from the Ming Dynasty. It is probably an imitation, and it can sell at most A few hundred dollars, where is it worth 15?

"If you want me to tell you, don't come here to look at antiques, go directly to the roadside stalls, ten yuan or two!"

The shopkeeper hugged his chest and mocked mercilessly.

A bald man who happened to walk over also looked at Ying Hao and looked him up and down: "Aren't you the son-in-law of the Ling family?"

"You know me?" Ying Hao was a little surprised. His wedding was held in a very low-key way, and not many people knew about it. He didn't expect to meet another one here.

"Yes, yes, I am a friend of your father-in-law Ling Wenyuan!" The bald man nodded, his face suddenly changed:

"What are you doing here? As far as I know, you don't even have a job. Where do you get the money to buy antiques?"

"What? He is the son-in-law of the Ling family?"

"I didn't make any money, so I didn't steal money from my father-in-law's house, did I?"

The guests around either blamed or ridiculed Ying Hao.

Ying Hao didn't answer, suddenly his heart was shocked, but on the surface he picked up a piece of porcelain in the corner calmly: "How much is this thing?"

The store manager doesn't care where Ying Hao's money comes from. He glanced at the thing and said enthusiastically:

"This is the treasure of our store. It is a blue and white brush washer with dragon patterns made in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Look at it, it is beautiful in shape and shiny. I received it from a family. He said that his ancestors were eunuchs who served the emperor. After the Gengzi national disaster, he stole it from the Forbidden City..."

The shopkeeper is eloquent like a storytelling writer, and he swears in what he says, maybe after a while, the silly boy in front of him will wash his pen and buy it.

The brush washer is a kind of stationery utensil other than the four treasures of the study brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. It is specially used for washing brushes.

"Stop! Just tell me how much it is! Give me a real price!" Ying Hao stopped immediately. These people talked about people and talked nonsense, and he could hear calluses in his ears.

Besides, this man with a disheveled surface can't bear the words "shiny and bright".

"Happy! Let's make a thousand!" The shopkeeper pretended to be in pain, and said.

"Five hundred, no more!" Ying Hao interrupted him.

"Young man, you have to look carefully. The color of this wash is pure and translucent. It must be a genuine product from the Qianlong period. Besides, it is not easy for us to earn a living. How can we sell it for 500 yuan..."

"Four hundred! If you can do it, you can pull it down!"

"All right, let's sell it!" The shopkeeper sighed again and again: "If it weren't for you and me today, I would definitely sell it to you at a lower price!"

"Four hundred? I don't think forty is worth it!" A customer snorted.

"Oh, that thing looks like something no one wants, what a loss for this young man!"

The onlookers knew a little bit about it. If this brush washer was genuine, how could it be possible to get it for 400 yuan?

"Ignorant! If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes!" Seeing that Ying Hao didn't listen to his words at all, the bald man snorted angrily, and decided to complain to his father-in-law after returning home!

"Uh..." Ying Hao suddenly realized something, scratched his head, and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I don't have any cash on hand right now, can I get it later?"

He thought that there was 10 yuan in the card that Liang Yehui gave him, but he hadn't registered his information and bound his identity with the bank, so he definitely couldn't withdraw it now, so he had to go to the bank first.

"Hahaha, is this person here to be funny?"

"Shouldn't you realize that you've lost money buying this imitation product, and you want to run away?"

Everyone present laughed loudly, and looked at Ying Hao like a clown, extremely disdainful.

"Boy, I'll help you open your mind!" The bald man came over and looked at Ying Hao with pity: "Look at the bottom of the brush washer?"

Ying Hao turned over the bottom surface, and it was written on it: the year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty.

"Look at the middle of the word "Zi", there is no dot next to the word "clothes". Just because of this, this brush wash is a fake!"

Ying Hao took a closer look, and it was indeed missing that little bit.

"It's okay. I want to buy it back and keep it for collection. Have you brought any money? Why don't you lend me four hundred first?"

"You are really hopeless! How smart do you think you are? If this brush washer is genuine, how can I sell it to you for 400 yuan?" The bald man cursed angrily.

"That's right, isn't this young man crazy because he wants to pick up the leak?" an uncle said disdainfully.

"I just want to buy it, and I will learn a lot from it!"

The bald man was angry at first, but thinking of his friendship with Ling Wenyuan for decades, he lent him 400 yuan to buy a brush wash.

During the process of Ying Hao giving money, many good-for-nothings folded their arms and looked at Ying Hao mockingly. I have never seen such a person sent to his door to be slaughtered!

Ying Hao didn't want to explain too much. Just as he was about to leave after paying the money and getting the goods, a gray-haired old man suddenly walked out of the crowd, and made a suspicious voice: "The blue and white dragon pattern brush wash of the Qianlong Dynasty?"

Everyone followed the sound, and an old man wearing thick glasses walked over quickly, staring intently at the brush washer in Ying Hao's hand like a child seeing a lollipop, with surprise in his eyes.

The shopkeeper hugged his chest and said, "You're mistaken, it's a fake, only worth a few hundred dollars!" He couldn't help laughing when he saw an old man holding a fake.

The old man turned a deaf ear and said stubbornly: "Young man, can I take a closer look at this brush?"

After getting Ying Hao's permission, the old man took over the brush and began to observe carefully.

"Could it be that this old man doesn't know how to do it? It's obviously a fake, but he's fascinated by it!" Someone laughed.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be Mr. Liu Weixin!" The bald man's eyes lit up, and he said suddenly.

Liu Weixin is a professor in the History Department of Huaihai University. He focuses on the study of Qing history. He also has a deep research on antiques and jades. He is a frequent guest on many treasure appraisal programs on provincial TV stations.

"So it's Mr. Liu? He's been famous for a long time!" "I've only seen him on TV, but this is the first time I've seen him in real life!"

The man who laughed at Liu Weixin just now heard that the old man had such a great reputation, his cheeks flushed and he looked embarrassed.