"Take off your mask, isn't it hot on this hot day?"

"It's okay, it's not very hot, you have air conditioning in your store."

"Ha... Juan'er, come and make a pot of good tea, and come to the distinguished guest."

The tea was served, and it was the best Longjing green tea. The fat black man took a sip, put down the cup and said, "Brother, let's open our eyes."

I directly unzipped the box, pulled open the wrapped newspaper, carried out a large jar, and placed it gently on the coffee table.

The fat black man exclaimed, pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, looked at the jar carefully, especially the bottom, and he flipped it up for five or six minutes.

I didn't wash these big white jars, and they were taken out of the tomb pit at that time, and there were soil milk in many places.

"This thing... with carved flowers, isn't this Dingyao brother?"

I said I had such a good eye, you are taking a closer look.

He looked at it again, then frowned and said, "This is the Northern Song Dynasty, the stern kiln or the Guangze kiln?"

I said it was the latter.

"It turned out to be the white porcelain of Guangze Kiln. No wonder, although it is a local kiln, there are not many things and it is difficult to see in the north."

"The old man from the East and West Northern Song dynasties, no problem."

He smiled and patted his belly: "I said it clearly, brother, I want it. Let's talk, let's start with tens of thousands."

This is the difference between eyesight and pattern. Dong Lei, who Ye Zi called, said 260 yuan, and I didn't want to pay attention to him.

"How many have you made in total? They are all full products?"

"There are 10 in total, the unit price... I want this number."

I compared four fingers to him, said with a frown, "One is 400,000."

When he heard that one of them costs 400,000, the fat black man laughed and said, "Come on, young people calm down their anger. The anger is too great, so it's impossible to negotiate. Juan'er, pour tea."

The beauty poured two more cups of tea and I drank it. He asked, "Are you less angry? Are you talking about the price?"

Didn’t I compare four fingers just now? I smiled and took one back and said 300,000 yuan each.

"Hey... look at you brother."

The fat black man grabbed two fingers and put them down, and now only one finger is left. He smiled and said, "This is the right thing to do, let's talk about this."

He means talking about it within 100,000 yuan, and the psychological price when I came was 50,000 yuan each, so there was room for it.

Even if I sell at least 50,000 yuan per person, ten cans can sell for 500,000 yuan.

From 2pm to 5pm, I smoked seven or eight cigarettes and drank a lot of tea, and finally got the talk.

One is 75,000 yuan, package discount, ten is 700,000 yuan.

At that time, the price could not be said to be high or low. It could only be said that he "buyed it appropriately". If these ancient porcelain jars were put to the present and sold for auction, it would be more than 700,000 yuan if they sold two, and the remaining 8 would be equivalent to free gifts.

Because the bank is closed and it is inconvenient to transfer money, I plan to find a place nearby for one night, and wait until the bank opens tomorrow and gets money and gets Ye Zi over the money.

I didn't dare to let Ye Zi know how much I sold. If he asked, I would say that I would sell it for a total of 200,000 yuan.

There is a regular hotel in the north of Yifa City. I live there and walk downstairs to buy food at night. Suddenly I saw an acquaintance on the side of the road.

It cannot be said that he is an acquaintance, but he is known, and he is called Ma Fengfeng.

I just sold the dyed chicks. She made a fortune in Experimental Primary School before, so why did she come here?

Because I was wearing a mask and baseball cap, she didn't recognize me at a distance.

There was a bicycle parked beside Ma Fengfeng, and there was a large bamboo basket in front of her. It was easy to think about it. There were dyed chicks inside.

At this moment, she was blushing and spitting, and was arguing with a man. Perhaps the spitting star splashed on the other person's face. The man was so angry that he suddenly kicked her in the stomach and kicked Ma Fengfeng down.

This kick was very heavy, and Ma Fengfeng couldn't get up while covering her stomach.

The man kicked her big bamboo basket over with another kick, and the dyed chickens scattered all over the floor, chirping non-stop.

Since it was on the side of the road, it was 7 o'clock in the evening and there were many people watching the fun, but no one cared about it.

Seeing that the chicks were running to the road, Ma Fengfeng forced herself to stand up while covering her stomach. She reached out to grab some.

The man laughed, kicked her again, and stamped several dyed chicks to death.

I just walked a few steps, suddenly!

There were a few motorcycles coming from afar, rumbling! Rumble!

It's a blink of an eye.

There were three motorcycles in total, and three people were on each car, all of which were young.

The leader was a young man with a flat head in a vest. He immediately threw down his motorcycle and ran over. His face turned pale and angry. He pointed at him and scolded: "Damn it! You guys dare to hit my sister! Brothers! Beat him to death!"

The man who kicked Ma Fengfeng and stepped on the chicken to death had not yet reacted, and in an instant! These young men surrounded him and beat him!

He fell down and was wearing hard rubber-soled shoes. The group kicked the man directly on the head, and the blood flowed all over the floor.

The man hugged his head with both hands and shouted, "Stop hitting! Brother, stop hitting! I was wrong!"

"Who the fuck is your brother!"

"Dog basket hit my sister! If I don't discount your legs today, my surname will not be Ma!"

The young man took a solid steel pipe from the motorcycle and rushed over angrily, seeing that the situation was going to come true.

Someone was watching around, and the young man held up the steel pipe and scolded: "Whatever you see! Get out of here!"

At this time, Ma Fengfeng ran over and grabbed the man, and said with a ugly expression: "Go away quickly and don't break the person. Do you want to make our father angry to death?"

"Sister! He bullies you! How can I ignore it!"

Ma Fengfeng's expression softened and said I'm fine, so let him go quickly.

Someone called the police just now in the crowd watching the fun, and a police car came over.

Brother Ma Fengfeng ran over quickly, lifted it with one foot, and stomped the man's head a few times.

Then he hugged his head with both hands and squatted down honestly.

"Whatever you do! What do you do! Stop!"

The ground was full of confusion. The police came over and called an ambulance on the intercom. He turned his head and looked at the young man who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, frowned and said, "Ma Jieyuan? It's you kid again, you don't want to come out, right?"

"Haha," the young man smiled with his head in his arms, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have hit someone."

Ma Fengfeng hurriedly explained: "Police Officer, this is my brother. He didn't hit someone on purpose. Someone bullied me just now. Please don't arrest him."

"I'm going back to the office and telling me that I'll send someone to the hospital first, and then do what I should do."

The young man was taken into the police car and he said, "Sister, come back. I'm over-defense. I'll come out after I go in for two days."

"you!"

Ma Fengfeng bit her lip tightly, and I don’t know if she was angry or anxious.

Two police cars came and took away the young men riding motorcycles.

The crowd dispersed, and the colorful dyed chicks ran around the ground. Ma Fengfeng grabbed the corner of her clothes and turned her head to look around at a loss.

In a moment.
Chapter completed!