Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

Feng Yao and Fang Ziwei turned around and ran away, and the bowl naturally fell into Song Qingyun's hands.After running not far away, Feng Yao looked at Fang Ziwei and smiled, then put her hand on her shoulder, "Okay, little sister! You have a very flexible mind, and you are as smart as my sister!"

Fang Ziwei was quite happy at first, but when she heard her call her sister, she couldn't help but pout, "We're not sure who is older, so why are you the sister?"

"Really?" Feng Yao smiled mischievously, came closer and stretched out her hand to pull up Fang Ziwei's collar, and looked inside, "Let's see, which one of us is bigger?"

"Hey! What are you doing!"

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Seeing Song Qingyun pick up the big bowl in front of him, Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief.Because the middle-aged man just now was very skilled in both the gestures he held while holding the antiques and the position he used to point his flashlight at the antiques. It seemed that he was quite experienced at first glance.

Now after Fang Ziwei and Feng Yao's quarrel, the antique was in Song Qingyun's hands. Chen Yang was finally relieved, so he squatted in front of the stall and looked at the ancient coins that Feng Yao had picked apart.

"Alas," the middle-aged man saw that the antique he had been studying for a long time was taken into the hands of others. He was extremely reluctant and pointed at Song Qingyun and said to the stall owner, "Boss, I kept looking at this bowl just now, and it was taken by someone else. That girl put it down after such a mix-up, now she should let me continue reading, right?"

"Then there's nothing I can do!" The stall owner didn't care about this kind of thing. "Who made you look here for more than half an hour without making up your mind?"

"Antiques are like this. Once they are put down and picked up by others, you can only watch from the side!"

"This..." The middle-aged man glanced at Song Qingyun, turned to the stall owner and said, "Well, didn't you just say this bowl was 500 yuan, now I want it!"

The stall owner rolled his eyes at him, "Then don't ask me, ask this gentleman. The things are in other people's hands and they have the final say!"

"Sir, look at this thing that I have been looking at just now. Now I am willing to pay 500 yuan to buy it. You..." The middle-aged man had no choice but to turn to Song Qingyun and ask.

Song Qingyun chuckled in his heart, a fool would give it to you, the fine Ming Xuande blue and white lotus seed bowl.

Song Qingyun didn't look at the middle-aged man at all, "Do you understand the rules of the antique shop? I'm watching now. If you want it, just wait until I put it down!"

After listening to Song Qingyun's words, the middle-aged man could only watch helplessly, wanting to wait for Song Qingyun to let go.

While Song Qingyun was looking at the bowl, Chen Yang squatted on the ground and looked at the stall owner's ancient coins. One of the silver coins caught Chen Yang's attention.

Chen Yang grabbed a few ancient coins and the silver dollar and rubbed them in his hands a few times.To be honest, I am not very good at ancient coins, because when I entered the antique market in my last life, ancient coins were already inundated.Although I have seen valuable ancient coins, I have very few opportunities to get hold of them.

"Boss, how do you sell these ancient coins?"

"Three for ten yuan, eight for you for 20 yuan!" The stall owner looked back at Chen Yang. Seeing that Chen Yang was so young, he waved and said without paying attention at all.

Most of these ancient coins on the ground are fake. The patina on them is either stained with glue or corroded with corrosive liquid. How can they be genuine?

Chen Yang picked up two ancient coins and put them together with the silver dollar. After paying the money, Song Qingyun also finished reading.

"Boss, how do you sell this bowl?"

"500!" Seeing that Song Qingyun wanted to buy this lotus pattern bowl, the stall owner extended his hand and said.

Song Qingyun frowned slightly, "The price is a bit high. Your bowl looks good, but it's not worth the price. How about 300 yuan?"

Chen Yang secretly laughed at the side. A Ming and Xuande blue and white lotus seed bowl was sold for 300 yuan. Boss Song thought it was not enough, so he even had to bargain for the price.

But if you think about it carefully, this is what picking up leaks is like. You always want to buy the most valuable things at the cheapest price. The battle of wits and courage in the middle is the most exciting. Without this link, picking up leaks will obviously be boring. , isn’t it the same for me?

The stall owner ignored Song Qingyun, pointed at the middle-aged man and said, "500 yuan is a lot. If you don't want it, put it down quickly, there are people who want it!"

When the middle-aged man saw that Song Qingyun wanted to sell and was bargaining, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Yes, if you don't want it, put it down quickly and I'll take a look!"

Song Qingyun smiled slightly and said to the stall owner, "Boss, it's getting late, you guys are going to close the market."

At this point, Song Qingyun pointed at the middle-aged man, "If I put it down and he picks it up and looks at it for half an hour without buying, you can just close the stall and leave! Let's discuss it again?"

After listening to Song Qingyun's words, the stall owner looked at the middle-aged man. Song Qingyun was right. This guy had been looking here for more than half an hour and didn't see anything. If he was asked to continue looking, the market would stop. , today is really in vain.

"That's it," the stall owner hesitated. The lowest price is 450 yuan. If you want it, take it! "

"350 yuan!" Song Qingyun said, never putting down the bowl in his hand, "350 yuan, I will take it directly, the money is right here!" Song Qingyun opened the wallet in his hand and let the stall owner see what was inside. Cash said.

"500!" The middle-aged man beside him was a little anxious, "Boss, as long as he puts it down, I will buy it immediately!"

After hearing what the middle-aged man said, the stall owner stared, "Do you know the rules? If you don't know the rules, just stay there!"

Today is really weird. Why did I meet someone who doesn't understand the rules?

"Give me the money and it's yours!"

Song Qingyun paid the money, and Chen Yang turned around and left the stall. At this time, their faces showed unconcealable excitement.

"Brother Chen, I'm absolutely right when I saw it. This blue and white lotus seed bowl belongs to Xuandenian. It's not gone!" Song Qingyun carefully put the bowl into his bag, "You can make sure later."

Both of them are antique dealers, so there is no need to explain the rules.Although Song Qingyun wanted Chen Yang to confirm it now, he was on the street and if the object was not stable, he believed that Chen Yang would not take over.

"How are you doing, Boss Song and Brother Chen?" Not far away, Boss Feng saw the two approaching and ran over excitedly and asked.

Song Qingyun took back his excitement and nodded slightly, "Go to the car and let me have a look!"

When they got into the car, Song Qingyun and Chen Yang sat in the back row. Song Qingyun carefully took out the bowl. Chen Yang held the bowl firmly with both hands, and Song Qingyun let go.

"That's right, the blue and white lotus seed bowl from Xuandenian!" Chen Yang confirmed, and then smiled at Boss Feng, "Boss Feng, you have made a fortune this time!"

"As long as it's true!" Boss Feng was obviously more excited than the two of them just now, "You decide the price!"

Boss Feng spent 5 yuan to take away the Ming Xuande blue and white lotus seed bowl, which did not include Song Qingyun's hard work.

The sky turned slightly white, and there were fewer and fewer people in the ghost market.On the way back, Chen Yang took out the silver dollar and handed it to Song Qingyun.

"Boss Song, look at this!"

Song Qingyun took the silver dollar, which was completely covered with oil, making it impossible to see the full picture.I rubbed it with my hands a few times, but still couldn't read the words clearly.Song Qingyun wanted to rub it hard, but he clearly felt some unevenness, which felt like words and patterns.

Then Song Qingyun touched it carefully a few more times. Suddenly his head buzzed and he looked at Chen Yang with wide eyes.