Picandao Back Street, Smith Middle-aged Luxury Boutique Chain Store Headquarters.
"Hey! Mr. Ai! Long time no see! Why haven't you come to us recently? Our boss mentioned you a while ago."
Behind the glass counter of the second-hand business, the smart-eyed male salesperson greeted him enthusiastically, and almost rubbed his hands and paid for it from Avis's pocket: "Which one is here to look for today?"
"I won't buy it today, I'm here to sell it today, where is Lao Shi?"
Avis had his hands in his pants pocket, and a dust bag was hung on his right wrist. The smart-eyed male clerk judged that it was an exquisite female bag based on the shape and size of the bag.
"The boss is upstairs, you can go up right."
Since he didn't buy anything, the smart-eyed male clerk refused to come out of the counter to receive the reception. He pointed to the entrance at the end of the counter and signaled that Avis would deliver the goods to the boss to see.
In the past, Avis would always come to buy some goods, looking for luxury brands such as Hemoshi.
I bought basically the same style of broker equipment he broke. The goods from Smith's second-hand luxury goods store are cheaper than genuine brand stores and have the same styles.
Anber's family has decent requirements, which level of clothing to wear, which accessories to wear, and which series of bag decorations to use, are customized configurations by the family designer and are changed every quarter.
Ives often messes and loses things, especially small things, every time he restocks from Smith's second-hand luxury warehouse.
After the quarter, all used clothing, clothing, bags and shoes were idle and had no collection value, and were sold to Smith by Ivis.
Sometimes, I would bring some handbags or clothes that Lu Yisi used to deal with them at a low price.
Those things are samples given to Lu Yisi by the sponsor, such as scarves or headdresses and clothing. They do not need to be recycled, and Ivis saved them and brought them to the second-hand tycoon Smith.
The smart-eyed male clerk knew that Avis was here to find the boss to sell goods. After pointing the way, he no longer served enthusiastically and settled the accounts.
Uncle Smith used to be a person in the entertainment industry. He was not popular in the show, but he was very good at socializing and had dealt with people in the circle.
He is cheerful, well-informed, sleek, helpful, and business-minded. Many people in the circle are willing to sell him face.
Old Smith owns more than a dozen second-hand luxury goods stores, headquartered in the alleyway on the back of the Luxury Commercial Street.
Avis was familiar with the road and walked up the cramped three-fold staircase.
The second floor is where Uncle Smith receives his friends-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He is willing to buy second-hand goods at a high price, and the price is fair. He is especially willing to help out poor artists, buy their personal belongings, and place them on the website for auction and marketing, so Smith is very popular in the circle.
"Hey! Handsome guy! Why do you have time to see me?"
Uncle Smith is over 60 years old, and his thick short hair is dyed ink black. He meticulously combed it with hair wax, and all stand on his head, making him look tall and young.
I have been wearing windbreaker and scarf all year round, pretending to be the pussy of the old era, and I feel at ease.
"What are you doing?"
Avis got off the coffee table with a familiar touch, pulled out the tea bag in the drawer, and brewed a cup of tea on his own.
"I received a good thing last night. Come and take a look. Have you ever seen such a beautiful diamond? It's the second time I've seen you!"
Smith handed the single-tube magnifying glass on his hand to Ivis and asked him to see the diamond ring on the velvet cloth.
"I'll take a look!"
Avis leaned over and saw that the diamonds under the magnifying glass had a dense cutting surface, fine and neat, with rare angles and superb craftsmanship, which made the diamonds withstand the test of the magnifying glass, and the patterns were dazzling. "I haven't seen this craft before!" Avis said incredible.
"That's! FL-level, brightness, fire and flash are perfect! But this cutting process, from the bottom tip to the countertop, the arrows spiral upwards, until the countertop cone, I have only seen it once. I didn't expect that I could see it in my lifetime. Oh, so life..."
"Stop! Lao Shi! I'm here to sell goods today, another day! I'll hear you think about that year, I'll go back to sleep. I stayed up late last night, and it was still a bit scary!" Avis waved his hand quickly and cut the end of Smith's words.
"I took this diamond ring, and now I don't think of anything. You can take it down to Allen later and ask him to transfer the money to you."
Smith took back his single-tube magnifying glass, couldn't let go, and wore velvet gloves, and appreciated diamond rings from different directions.
"Diamonds are good things, but the ring ring and mount look quite old and the design is very old-fashioned." Avis said disgusted.
This caused dissatisfaction among the old fashion house Smith, and he said:
"You are old-fashioned! You know the new Hemoshi styles every day. I can't stand the new bags and clothing now! You said, it's obviously a high-end product with a long history, why should you follow the trend? What kind of commercial luxury goods are so popular with those nouveau riche? What kind of candy color and summer style are nonsense! This is the decline of high-end brands! You rich people now are just lazy and don't spend time studying real trends and fashions, just follow the trend! Follow the trend!"
"Heart! Lao Shi! You are outdated! Humans have evolved, and you are still in classic styles! You have been wearing your old leather shoes for 40 years!"
Old Smith shook his head, admired the top pigeon egg with a magnifying glass, and said deeply: "Classics will become popular again, classics will become new and gradually have time and historical value. Don't look at the ring rings and rings of this ring, you will definitely not be able to design this craft now. The development of machinery and artificial intelligence has caused many old crafts to be lost. The craftsmanship and historical value of this ring cannot be defined by carat numbers."
"Who sold it to you? Since it is so valuable to collect, isn't it nice to keep it as a heirloom?" asked Ivis.
"If you buy it, I can give you the appraisal, diamond qualification certificate, and original transaction certificate. You don't know the rules here. As long as the seller's goods are clean and the certificate can be provided, I will never disclose the seller's information to a third party."
"Then how much do you offer?" Avis looked at the dove egg diamond ring on the velvet cloth with his squint eyes.
He has no special hobbies about diamonds. If it is novel and fun, it doesn't matter if it is kept.
But this pigeon egg with superb craftsmanship is at least 6 carats. Ives is now shy and shy, just asking casually.
"I haven't thought about it yet. I'm hesitating whether to sell this? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk! The more I look at it, the less simple it is. I have only read this craft in the manuscript of the ancestor. Look at the black camellia under the ring. It is the clan emblem of a very ancient family in history. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t
Smith sighed.
Avis was glancing around, looking at the rags collected by Lao Shi on the shelf on the wall. He heard the words "Black Camellia" and his mind was short-circuited for a few seconds...
Black Camellia????
Very familiar...
Old objects...
Where have you seen black camellia?
Damn it!
Insufficient brain cells!
Ivis knocked on his forehead with his fingers and tried hard to recall, but he couldn't figure it out.
As I paced back and forth, I followed the jumping toy of the chain.
Finally, the black windbreaker that Smith hung on the corner of the eye was captured. In his unsightly mind, a flash of inspiration!
Yes! Black Camellia!
Bastard in black!
Chapter completed!