Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Now these sellers and buyers are starting to get lively.

I even went around soliciting customers to buy things. I really learned the essence of marketing.

Lin Ran originally didn't want to watch the quarrel.

But looking at the bargaining scenes, he couldn't help but want to join in the fun.

So he followed the crowd and walked that way.Lin Ran walked forward while observing the surrounding situation.

He found that although it was called an antique market, business was very good.

Not far away, there was a group of people gathered in a circle, as if they were watching something.

Lin Ran couldn't help but think of the scene when he met Wei Chengbin.

Lin Ran couldn't help but become curious and walked over.

Lin Ran pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward to check.

All I saw was a little girl crying on the spot.

Next to her, stood a middle-aged woman, about 40 years old, who looked like the mother of the little girl.

And on the ground in front of them, there was a broken bowl.

Already turned into pieces.

Lin Ran just glanced at it and saw that it was a porcelain plate.

The whole piece has a black glaze color, and the color can still be seen on the fragments.

However, it has now been broken into several pieces.

The girl's mother was arguing with the stall owner and seemed a little anxious.

This kind of thing happens often in antique streets and jewelry stores.

Children are playful and parents fail to take good care of them, so some tragedies will happen.

The people watching all around said: "Stall owner, you are not short of money, sell it cheaper."

The little girl cried louder.

Lin Ran couldn't help but laugh, and he understood instantly as he was well-informed.

These people are engaging in moral kidnapping.

The stall owner asked the woman in confusion: "What do you want to do with these broken porcelain?"

The woman asked: "Please tell me a price!"

In the antique street, this kind of thing happens quite often.

It's just that it's really rare for such a big fuss to happen, and most people are watching.

It is human nature to watch the excitement.

Regardless of whether they are true or false, everyone knows that anything that appears on street stalls may be ancient cultural relics.

The price is not easy to estimate.

The price of damaged cultural relics is even more difficult to judge.

So it's obviously not easy for both sides to reach an agreement.

Opposite the middle-aged woman, stood a male stall owner.

He looks young, about 30 years old, and somewhat bald.

He looks very strong and has a fierce appearance.

However, there was an aggrieved expression on his face: "Sister, your child damaged my antiques. Isn't it an exaggeration to ask you to pay 100 yuan in compensation?"

Upon hearing these words, the woman screamed instantly, looking quite fierce.

"What 100 yuan, just such a broken bowl!"

"How can you say it's a broken bowl? This is porcelain from the Ming Dynasty!"

The stall owner argued hard.

The two quarreled, and two children nearby were so noisy that they burst into tears.

At this time, Lin Ran came to a man who was explaining the ins and outs of the matter.

Lin Ran paused for a while and finally figured it out.

It turned out that when the mother and daughter were looking at something at the stall, the girl thought the black disk was beautiful and played with it in her hand. However, she lost her grip and the whole disk fell to the ground and shattered.

And this stall owner is a new stall owner. Although he has done nothing bad, he looks fierce and the people nearby are a little afraid of him.

They had a quarrel over the china.

A kind person nearby had already swept up the pieces of the plate and piled them aside.

The woman stood on the stall and kept crying, mumbling something.

"I don't know why I'm like this, I just feel sad."

At this time, the stall owner stood up, walked up to the girl and asked, "How much do you want to pay?"

The woman glanced at the fragments of the plate that were swept aside, and then said: "The fragments are all here. All you need to do is glue them together and sell them. I think you can pay two yuan for the glue."

The stall owner was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

The pieces of the plate were swept into a pile. It had nothing to do with the mother and daughter. It was really shameless.

The stall owner's face became angry, and the little girl was instantly frightened and burst into tears.

The woman directly held the little girl in her arms and comforted her.

At the same time, it arouses sympathy from those around you.

Naturally, the stall owner was not willing to give in and shouted: "Come on, everyone, they broke my plate, and they said they would pay two yuan and that would be the end of it?"

"Dear colleagues and customers, can you understand?"

The stall owner's eloquence was a bit poor and he missed the point.

Instead, he was criticized by the people around him.

"What do you care about with a child?"

"That's right, there are so many fakes now, whoever can prove it is real."

"It's enough to pay two or three yuan for a fake."

These people were very angry. Although they were not professional antique appraisers, they had some knowledge about antiques.

There was even an old man standing out, claiming to be an expert, especially on some porcelain from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

The black disc that fell on the ground was accused of being a fake, and other goods were not worth collecting by enthusiasts.

The stall owner couldn't stand the fact that his favorite collection was being criticized like this.

He roared angrily: "You just stand and talk without your back hurting!"

This kind of thing appeared, but it was judged to be fake even before it was appraised.

"Can't we sell fake ones?"

The stall owners all became incoherent.

Lin Ran knew that he was being pushed into a hurry, and he didn't seem to be a bad person.

And the price given by the mother and daughter was indeed outrageous, even two yuan.

Lin Ran initially judged that it should be the black glaze of the Ming Dynasty, and he had seen many of it.

Although this thing is not particularly valuable, it certainly cannot be purchased for just one or two yuan.

In any case, it is also a masterpiece of Ming Dynasty folk kilns.

The woman immediately asked: "Then tell me the price."

The stall owner said angrily: "At least you have to pay me 200 yuan!"

"200 yuan?" The woman's face turned pale upon hearing this.

"How can it be so expensive?"

Good guy, Lin Ran was watching from the side just now and felt that the stall owner was being bullied.

It turns out that it is not a good thing. Even the Ming Dynasty black glaze is not worth so much money.

It's completely like a lion opening its mouth.

They started arguing again, and the little girl was so frightened that she cried.

The stall owner gradually became excited. His stall sold some bronze knives. At this time, he directly picked up a bronze sword.

Seeing him holding the sword, everyone around him became nervous.

He said hurriedly: "Don't do this! You will be arrested."

The muscles on the stall owner's face were twisted into a ball. When it came to this kind of thing, no one was on his side, and he was obviously irritated.

The accusing woman said: "If you don't come up with money to compensate me, you can't leave!"

In an instant, the situation became serious.

Lin Ran originally didn't want to care about this matter, but now it seems that no one can look at the problem from a fair perspective.

And if this matter gets serious, Panjiayuan may have to suspend operations for rectification.

The idea of ​​visiting the ghost market by myself is about to go to waste.