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Chapter 813 This is definitely the background
A real bottle was opened out of the fake bottle, which really opened Zhu Xiwen's eyes when he saw the new scene.

But the most eye-opening thing was that he saw a bottle he had never seen before.

The key is that this bottle is excellent in terms of glaze color, carving and other aspects of quality, no worse than the bottle he collected for 50 yuan, or even worse.

"Brother... No, sir, what, can I get started?"

At this time, Zhu Xiwen was very cautious, and treated Zhao Quan very respectfully.

Calling Mr. in the Wenwan industry is equivalent to the meaning of master.

In Zhu Xiwen's eyes, Zhao Quan, who can pick up the real bottle through the fake bottle, is absolutely worthy of the title of Mr.

After obtaining Zhao Quan's permission, Zhu Xiwen carefully put the pastel hollowed-out revolving bottle in his hand.

He hugged it with both hands and leaned tightly against his chest, lest he accidentally smash it to the ground.

After all kinds of hands-on and various considerations, Zhu Xiwen reluctantly returned it to Zhao Quan.

At the same time, he also pushed the five stacks of money on the trunk of the car to Zhao Quan.

"Sir, I, Zhu Xiwen, opened my eyes today. You are sir. I was blind just now, and I am here to apologize to you!"

Zhu Xiwen's attitude and performance undoubtedly prove that this thing is true.

Although the value is unclear, the scene in front of me is enough to shock the idlers watching the excitement.

"I'm going, did he really meet a dead mouse with a blind cat?"

"You know what a fart, what a blind cat meets a dead mouse, he is a master, master, do you understand?!"

"It's a big deal now. The person who kneels on the scale at home is designated as her wife, and it has to be the one with a shy smile!"

All kinds of admiration and admiration are quite different from the previous cynicism.

But the hardest one was Mao Xiaojun who personally sold the bottle to Zhao Quan.

He was about to cry right now, what the hell is this wicked smoking dog that hides the real bottle and the fake bottle.

Moreover, he has been immersed in the antique business for more than ten years, and he doesn't even need to get started. He can tell that this object is worth a lot just by looking at it.

Let's put it this way, the most valuable bottle he's ever seen is 80, but it's not worth as much as this bottle!

He had never seen this style and shape before, so he had to seek advice from experts or look up antique information.

Mao Xiaojun was in a hurry, and didn't care too much, he hurriedly broke through the crowd and rushed forward, reaching out to grab the bottle.

In the end, before he could get close, Zhao Quan kicked him and knocked him to the ground.

Holding the newly-opened pastel hollow heart-shaped bottle with one hand, Zhao Quan gestured to Mao Xiaojun's head, and Mao Xiaojun hurriedly covered his head in fright.He wasn't afraid of his head being smashed, he was afraid that the bottle would be broken, at least it would cost hundreds of thousands!
Zhu Xiwen next to him was also stunned. Isn't this Zhao Quan too trashy?Not to mention cherishing such a good bottle, but even mentioning it will smash people's heads, how many prodigal things can do this?

But they didn't know that Zhao Quan had seen a lot of this kind of Zhao Quan before.

There are millions, tens of millions, everything. Compared with those things, this bottle is nothing.

Zhu Xiwen comforted him from the side: "Sir, you should be more precious, this bottle is good, be careful not to break it."

Zhao Quan looked at the pastel hollowed-out revolving bottle in his hand, "It's just a small broken bottle with holes in it, what's so precious about me."

A small broken bottle with a hole in it, this adjective is used, it makes Zhu Xiwen have the urge to beat Zhao Quan's language teacher violently.

Next to him, Mao Xiaojun stood up with the support of the big dog.

Ignoring the big dog, Mao Xiaojun staggered to Zhao Quan, clutching his belly.

"I'll give you the 3000 yuan, but I won't sell this bottle, so give it back to me!"

Zhao Quan was overjoyed, "I've heard of forced buying and selling, but I haven't heard of forced three-guarantee returns. What's the matter, you're taking me for a fool and selling me a broken bottle made of Hongde porcelain. Do you want to buy it back again?"

Zhao Quan's words made everyone who watched the scene understand what was going on.

"This boss is a chicken thief. He doesn't discuss it when he cheats people, but he wants to buy it back when he finds it. Is there such a good thing in the world?"

"As far as I'm concerned, this is a fool. I'm afraid I won't be ashamed enough, so I hurried out and yelled."

"That's right, if it were me, I would have hid and looked for a place to cry. If someone asked me, I would still refuse to admit it. How embarrassing!"

People around pointed and pointed, saying that Mao Xiaojun's face turned red and white, which was embarrassing.

But compared to this bottle worth hundreds of thousands, shame is nothing!

The next moment, he began to play tricks, "I didn't want to sell this bottle to you at all. You threw down 3000 yuan to buy it. If I don't sell it, you just run out with the bottle while I'm not paying attention. One point, I have witnesses!"

As he said that, Mao Xiaojun pulled Big Dog over, "Big Dog, you were there at that time, don't you think so?"

The big dog immediately stepped forward, "No, Xiao Mao, don't talk nonsense, I wasn't there at all, and there was surveillance in the store, and you still liked me afterwards, saying that the more idiots like this, the better , A bottle of 200 yuan will sell him [-]."

The big dog bit back and stunned Mao Xiaojun.

It took him a long time to recover from the laughter of the people around him, and he remembered the words that his master said when he first entered the industry——

Colleagues are enemies!
He, Mao Xiaojun, has been standing tall and proud in Antique Street for many years. On the surface, everyone treats him respectfully, but in secret, they often scold him and envy him a lot.Today is finally in trouble, and you still want to send charcoal in the snow?Impossible, only to add insult to injury!
This big rock bored Mao Xiaojun, and he never moved again.

Angrily pointing at the big dog, without saying a word, Mao Xiaojun turned and left.

But at this time, the big dog started to yell at him, "Master Mao, why don't we go to drink and celebrate, don't go, I invite you!"

Mao Xiaojun staggered in anger, for the big dog, he really hated it to the point of itching...

The crowd of spectators dispersed, and the pastel hollowed-out revolving bottle was wrapped in newspaper again. Of course, the 5 yuan was not forgotten.

After tidying up everything, Zhao Quan was about to leave.

As a result, this time he still failed to make it, and was stopped by Zhu Xiwen.

"What's the matter, do you want to buy by force or rob by force? Speaking of which, I won't sell by force, and you can't beat me by force."

Zhao Quan was not polite at all, which made Zhu Xiwen more embarrassed.

"Sir, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that. Let me tell you this, my friend has a collection, and I want you to palm the eye. If there is a movement in the real palm, it's nothing to say, the industry rules, according to [-]% Give you a commission."

100% commission, that's okay, 10 million is 1000, 100 million is [-] million, this trip can go.

Qian Zhao Quan was not rare, but it was feasible to earn an extra [-] cents and take it back to smash Zuo Lan's old face again.Next time when she opens her mouth, she will just take the money and make her face full of flowers!
After Zhao Quan agreed, Zhu Xiwen quickly invited him to get in the car, and then suggested that Zhao Quan find a place to put the bottle down first.

Zhao Quan waved his hand directly, "No, it's just a broken bottle. If you want to snatch me, just smash it. It's easy."

Zhu Xiwen was shocked at that time, the background is definitely the background.

If I hadn't been used to this kind of thing, how could I have said such domineering words.

Damn, this person is too good at antiques, you have to make friends, you have to make friends!
Just as he was making up his mind, Zhu Xiwen's cell phone rang.

In the distance, he answered his father's phone.

"Well, I'm here... Oh, I know Dad, I don't understand, isn't it just a bad old man's birthday, what are you doing to curry favor with him... All right, all right, I will definitely go tomorrow night, sure go!"

(End of this chapter)