When the boss heard Yang Jing's words, his face immediately became happy and then directly gave a quotation of 15,000 yuan.

Yang Jing shook his head and said nothing.

The boss said anxiously: "Sir, this bottle was uploaded from my grandfather's generation. Even if it was not the blue and white porcelain of the Qianlong official kiln, it was at least a high imitation from the Republic of China period. This bottle is definitely worth the price."

Yang Jing asked with a smile: "Boss, your surname is your boss?"

The street stall owner was stunned and then said, "Oh, don't know, your surname is Wang."

Yang Jing thought to himself: "If your surname is Wu, maybe I would agree to the price, but your surname is Wang, and you have nothing to do with the fake Wu Tianming. How could this bottle be passed down by your grandfather's generation?"

Of course, this cannot be said, but Yang Jing said, "Boss Wang, I can be sure that this bottle was not uploaded from your grandfather's generation. Let me give you some science. This simplified Chinese character made only after liberation. Before liberation, the made products were always in traditional Chinese version, that is, one made on the top and one garment on the bottom. Therefore, the production period of this bottle is absolutely impossible to be earlier than in 1949. You, don't install any origin for this bottle. I understand all these things. I just want to buy a decorative bottle for the living room at home. You want the price so high, how can I buy it?"

The boss lowered his head and thought for a while before he raised his head and asked, "Then how much are you planning to pay?"

Yang Jing slowly stretched out his two fingers and shook them slightly.

The boss saw this gesture and immediately said loudly: "No, the price is absolutely not possible. The bottle has such a good quality, I won't sell it to you for two thousand yuan."

Yang Jing smiled and said, "Boss Wang, what I said is not two thousand yuan, but two hundred yuan!"

The street stall owner's face suddenly changed and he said angrily: "Brother, if you want to find someone to find happiness, please go to another stall. I won't let you find happiness here. Two hundred? Two hundred is not enough for me to purchase goods!"

As if he realized that his last sentence had leaked, the street stall owner immediately stopped talking.

Yang Jing shook his head and stretched out a slap and said, "Since the cost of 200 is not enough for you to purchase goods, I will add more to you. Five hundred yuan. If you agree, I will take this bottle away."

The boss looked at Yang Jing with a embarrassed look, and after thinking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Brother, this price is really too low, I can't match it."

When Yang Jing heard this, he turned his head and left without saying a word.

When the boss saw Yang Jing's situation, he quickly ran out of the stall, ran two steps and caught up with Yang Jing, grabbed Yang Jing's arm and whispered: "Brother, take care of the old brother's business. How much do you add more points? Just think it's hard for the old brother? Look at it, it's cold and there's still heavy fog. It's not easy for me, brother. Are you adding more points, six hundred, six hundred? Take the bottle of six hundred away!"

Yang Jing stopped, turned his head to look at the street stall owner, nodded after thinking a little, "Okay, six hundred is six hundred, it's not easy for you, brother who is cold, I want the bottle of six hundred yuan."

The two walked back to the street stall together. Yang Jing wanted to sign an agreement with this boss Wang, but this boss Wang set up a street stall. There was no agreement. In the end, he could only take out a piece of white paper and wrote with a pen: Purchase agreement, today Yang Jing, ID number: xxxxxx for six hundred yuan in the antique market of Shicheng Railway Station, capital: Lu Baiyuan, buy art from Wang Deyi, ID number: xxxxxx, a five-bat holding a longevity ear bottle.

Below are the signatures and dates of the two people, which are considered to have signed an agreement.

After signing the agreement, Yang Jing counted out six red old heads from his wallet and handed them to Boss Wang. Boss Wang took it and counted it. Then he found a cardboard box for Yang Jing with a smile on his face, stuffed some old newspapers into it, and then put the bottle in and handed it to Yang Jing.

Holding the bottle, Yang Jing had no intention of wandering around.

The bottle in his arms is very valuable. Yang Jing knew one piece of news, that is, at an auction held by CITIC in Macau in October last year, a bottle with a similar quality as this bottle was sold at a price of 6.9 million Hong Kong dollars. Although it is not very high among the blue and white porcelains of Qianlong official kilns, 6.9 million Hong Kong dollars is almost 5.8 million national coins.

Yang Jing was worried that the card was low, but someone gave him a pillow when he was sleepy.

Yang Jing did not expect that a heavy fog drove him off the highway, and then he followed a work car to the vicinity of the Shicheng Railway Station. He found this antique market and finally found this weird bottle here.

It seems like it is destined to be destined, and this bottle is just about to be taken away by itself.

Holding the bottle, Yang Jing walked back to his car and took out the bottle again in the car and looked at it carefully. However, after watching for a long time, he couldn't figure out how the bottle was faked.

Yang Jing took out his cell phone and wanted to call and ask his grandfather, but when he thought that his grandfather was not very proficient in porcelain, he thought about it again and then called his uncle and asked him that he was coming to the phone number of Mr. Yang Tianmin's house.

This old man Yang is extraordinary. He is not only proficient in calligraphy and painting, but also at the level of porcelain.

But when the call was called, the person who answered the call was the voice of a majestic middle-aged man.

"Who are you looking for?"

The majestic middle-aged man's voice from the phone stunned Yang Jing, and then he remembered that Mr. Yang's youngest son seemed to be a senior official in a district in Quancheng. He probably was Mr. Yang's youngest son.

So Yang Jing asked tentatively: "Is it Uncle Yang? I am Li Xingwen's grandson Yang Jing. I called Grandpa Yang today to ask about porcelain. I wonder if Grandpa Yang is convenient for answering the phone?"

"Oh, you are Yang Jing!" When the opposite side heard Yang Jing report to his house, his tone immediately calmed down, "Wait a moment, I'll call you my father."

Yang Jing held his cell phone and waited for a while, and then the familiar voice of Mr. Yang came from the phone.

"Xiao Jing, what's the matter with me old man?"

"Oh, Hello Grandpa Yang, I'm going to BJ today, but I encountered heavy fog on the way and got off the expressway at Lion City..." Yang Jing used as brief words as possible to tell the story of the five bat holding the longevity ear bottle I found today, and focused on his feelings about this bottle.

After Yang Jing finished speaking, Mr. Yang pondered for a long time before saying, "I'll ask your Uncle Yang to add your WeChat friend later. Take a few photos and send them here. I'll see what's going on first."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Jing waited for a while, his phone vibrated. After clicking on it, a strange account called "The Most Favorite Rice Porridge and Stewed Pickles" requested to add a friend...
Chapter completed!