"I'll want it for two hundred yuan." The young man took the bottle and looked carefully for a while before paying the price to Xiaoma.

"Okay, you'd better put it down." Xiaoma couldn't help frowning when she heard it, "I said brother, I can't even get 200 yuan. You want it, I want as much as I want. This bottle is an old thing."

After hearing this, the young man kept silent. The bottle kept playing with it in his hands for a while, frowned, as if he was making a decision, and said to Xiaoma: "Three hundred, up to three hundred yuan. If you want to sell it, I will buy it. If you don't sell it, forget it."

Xiaoma looked at the young man, shook his head, and said, "I think you really like this plum vase. Tell you the truth. Three hundred yuan is almost enough for me to get the goods, but you see, I have to give you some hard work, right? I don't even ask for the price of 2,000 yuan, or you can take it away."

As he said that, Xiaoma still looked like he didn't want to talk further, as if the price of one thousand yuan was already his bottom line.

"Let me take a good look." When the young man heard this, he had to carefully observe the bottle in his hand again.

"You can take a look. This thing is definitely old!" Xiaoma patted her chest and promised, "I tell you, in this area, you can ask for it. The price I offered by Xiaoma is definitely not black. I just collected this plum bottle from an old lady last week. It's been a while. Look at the patina, the glaze color, and the bottom, you can know it yourself..."

"I'll add another 100 yuan, four hundred yuan. I can't add it." The young man seemed to be a little fond of this bottle, otherwise why did he fall in love with this item when he was on the street stall? Moreover, after hearing Xiaoma's words, his heart, which was already a little hesitant, couldn't help but become a little active, "Look, there is still a small gap here."

As he said that, the young man handed the bottle in his hand to Xiaoma and pointed at a place at the mouth of the bottle. It was true that there was indeed a small hole.

"Okay, you've seen it carefully." Xiao Ma was not concerned, but said with a smile, "However, things that have been around for a long time are inevitably bumpy and bumpy, and there are some flaws. So, if you really want it, we will give it some, six hundred yuan, how about it? This price is not expensive at all. If you have to put this bottle in Ciyunzhai there, you will definitely not be able to get it if there is no more than a thousand yuan."

Following the direction of Xiaoma's finger, Jia Sidao saw a plaque of "Ciyunzhai", which could be vaguely seen as a store specializing in porcelain business. At this time, several people were walking in at the door of the store.

It seems that since Xiaoma used Ciyunzhai as an example, the store must have a good reputation.

The young man seemed to have known "Ciyunzhai" for a long time. He didn't look up at the moment. After hesitating for a while, he took out a stack of money from his pocket, counted it, and then looked at Xiaoma with some embarrassment and said, "Boss, look, I only cost 540 yuan in total, and I have to keep the fare for going back, right? 500 yuan, if you are willing to sell it, I will take it away."

"This," Xiao Ma seemed to be hesitating, looking at the bottle for a while, and then looking at the young man for a while.

"Xiaoma, you can't leave all the travel expenses for people to go back, right?" At this time, Asan, who was sitting next to watch this scene, said lightly, "If you can take action, please give up."

"Okay, I haven't opened yet yet, so I'll look at you. Five hundred is about five hundred." As she said that, Xiao Ma took the young man's money, counted it, and in a blink of an eye, she quickly put it in her pocket. Then she took out a few old newspapers from under the cushion, wrapped it with a plum bottle, and put it in the backpack behind the young man. This business was done.

Jia Sidao felt a little funny. It turned out that this antique business was similar to the business in small commodities.

Just like Jia Sidao's uncle, he is engaged in leather shoes business in a small commodity market in the provincial capital. Whenever a customer comes to ask for the price, the price always opens higher. In fact, after a bit of bargaining, the final price of the transaction is often about 20% or 30% of the price.

Even so, the seller still has high profits.

Jia Sidao heard my uncle say during the Chinese New Year that any shoes that are priced at 30 to 50 are basically priced at 3500 yuan. If you meet someone who doesn’t know how to bargain, you will naturally make a lot of money. Therefore, my uncle likes to meet people who pretend to be rich or young people who can’t afford to bargain. The most annoying thing is to meet those kind of petty aunts who can just spend most of their time with you for three or five yuan, as if their time is like not having money.

The young man just now obviously doesn't know how to talk about prices.

As for whether he really knows the plum vase he bought, or whether it is worth the price, it is unknown from Jia Sidao's perspective. However, what Jia Sidao is sure is that when Xiaoma collects the plum vase, it must be less than 500 yuan, and it is probably worth 200 yuan.

Sure enough, looking at the smile on Xiaoma's face, A San said to him very angrily: "You kid, you have harmed a novice in the antique industry."

"No, A San, you can't say that. He saw the things himself, and the price was voluntarily. I'm pretty good. If I meet an old broker, I guess the price will be more than 500 if I continue to tell a story." Xiaoma said, and he was happy.

"Is that thing fake?" Jia Sidao asked curiously. If it was a modern imitation, it would probably be worth a few dozen yuan. However, if this is the case, then Xiaoma would give two thousand yuan a price. Isn't it too cruel?

As if he had seen through Jia Sidao's thoughts, A San said with a smile: "We won't talk about the things right now. In this industry, it depends on knowledge and eyesight. No matter which master, or expert or other family, they have grown up through constant medicine, let alone a novice. However, you also see that person, starting from the time he was preparing to buy the plum bottle, at least until now, he must be in a good mood. Maybe he still feels that he has taken a big gap."

"Yes, this antique is actually just a fun thing." Xiaoma continued on the side, "A person like me who makes a living is cliché. However, the advantage is that he can make a living. If he wants to make a fortune with antiques all day long, that mentality will probably suffer a great loss."

In the following time, perhaps because he had just started a business and made a lot of money, Xiao Ma also opened up the conversation with Jia Sidao and A San, and said a lot of things that happened to him.

Let’s talk about the young man just now. In Jia Sidao’s opinion, the deal was clearly a loss. But in Xiaoma’s opinion, such things happen every day.

The young man just now would at least check whether the things he wanted to buy were incomplete. When he held the plum vase in his hand, the style was still a bit basic, and when he bargained, he even had some dough.

But some people dare to pay a lot of money to buy things when they don’t know anything at all.

What is it? Because of the word "greed".

The most proud deal that made Xiaoma the Ma proud was to weave an old-fashioned tear-jerking story with an old-fashioned three-color plum vase, and then sell it to a newbie who has just entered the industry at a high price. In theory, such tricks have no effect at all in today's era of highly developed information dissemination.

But Xiaoma made more than 20,000 yuan from it. Jia Sidao was stunned.
Chapter completed!