Chapter 33: [011] Collecting leaks in the antique market (4)

Everyone looked at the flax wreath, it was almost like looking at the golden baby, anxious to take it home.
For those who like to collect antiques, owning a bronze object from the Shang Dynasty and the unprecedented gold-plating technology, it is simply a treasure.
Everyone looked envious and jealous.
Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei. "Little sister, you are too precious. You are still young. I want to discuss it with your adult. Will you resell it? Can you tell me now, your adult's phone number? "
He is a well-known and honest and honest man with a good business reputation. Just now, he could not admit the value of this hemp wreath, and then used a thousand or a few hundred yuan to pass off a child.
But he didn't do it because it violated his principle of life.
He is not assured to return such valuable things to Yang Zimei now, fearing that he will be snatched away by greed from a caring person, and he cannot directly trade with a five-year-old child.
"My dad is in the hospital, but you can talk to me about the price first." Yang Zimei knew here that Mo Xuan's appraiser Song Xuan was a well-known and reputable person, so she was very relieved about him of.
"Can you get your idea?"
"This is something I bought myself. How can I dispose of it, my dad won't control it. Master Song, please be honest. Give me a good price first. Then you can give my dad good money."
"This shop is small and small, can't afford a large price, it can only give up to 350,000." Song Xuan thought for a while. Although he is a sincere person, he is also a businessman. The price given is not high or low, and there is a lot of flexibility.
"I have 400,000!"
There was suddenly a slightly older voice outside. Everyone looked back and saw a slightly rich old man pulling a little boy in.
Seeing that little boy, Yang Zimei's brow jumped again.
This boy is not someone else, it is Min Gang who she had a crush on in the last life. I met in the car last time and did not expect to see it again here.
However, she came to see him with the soul of a 28-year-old mature woman, so it felt strange.
"Hee hee--"
Min Gang may also recognize her and playfully tongue out at her, making a face.
Yang Zi's eyebrows were sweating and he couldn't figure out why he put out his tongue and make a face every time he saw her.
"Mr. Min?" Although Song Xuan had dissatisfaction, he still showed politeness and respect. This Min Yulin is a retired old governor. The forces in City A are so insane that they cannot be offended.
Moreover, antique transactions have always been about high bidders.
Min Yulin's head nodded slightly, his eyes kept on the linen wreath in Song Xuan's hands.
He was a fan of bronze objects in the Shang Dynasty. He just heard from outside that this is a gold-plated bronze object that has never been recorded in the history of antiques. He naturally refuses to let such treasures go.
Moreover, in recent years, the prices of bronze objects in the Shang Dynasty have skyrocketed.
When hearing about 400,000 people, most onlookers couldn't help grunting and swallowed their mouths, their eyes lighted, and they hated themselves for not having such good luck.
It was calculated that forty-five million yuan, Song Xuan can still accept this price, after all, this thing may appreciate infinitely in the future, he can be regarded as a treasure of the town shop.
However, he also knew that Min Yulin's obsession with the bronze objects in the Shang dynasty. He also knew that this person was a bit narrow-minded, and he would report. If he and he were to raise the price, he would be retaliated.
Therefore, he had to give up, and said reluctantly: "This item belongs to this little sister. Mr. Min wants to buy it and can negotiate with her."