When the old man said the woman's eyes became brighter.

She looked at the porcelain bottle in her hand, and she really liked it the more she looked at it.

"Boss, how much does this porcelain bottle cost?"

"Haha, the beauty has such a good eye. This porcelain bottle is the best treasure in my stall. It's a small price, one million!"

The stall owner praised it first and then quoted the price.

"One million?"

The woman frowned slightly. Although she liked this porcelain bottle very much, is one million high?

"Beauty, this is the finest product of the official kilns of the Song Dynasty. Take a look. Apart from those antique shops, are there any official kiln plum vases with such good quality? If they are placed in the antique shop, the price of the plum vase will have to double again!"

The stall owner said seriously.

"Ms. Zhao, what he is telling the truth is that the plum vases from the official kilns in the Song Dynasty have such good looks, and it is hard to find now! However, I can lower the price and see if I can take it down!"

The old man whispered to the woman.

"Well, please don't worry, Sun is old."

The woman nodded.

"Small money, cheaper. This is my junior. Can the price of her be the same as that of others?"

The old man looked at the stall owner and said seriously.

"Old Sun, you are a sensible person on this street, and I dare not deceive you. You should be very clear about the value of plum vases in the official kilns of the Song Dynasty."

The stall owner smiled bitterly.

"One million, this price is really not expensive. It is because you brought it with me that I paid this price!"

"I know, but I think it's a little expensive, no matter how cheap you are, I can bring you there next time if there are customers."

The old man said slowly.

"this……"

The stall owner made a embarrassed look.

"Old Sun, even if I sell it to the antique shop inside, they can give me a million."

"Oh, then you can sell it to the antique store."

Suddenly, the woman spoke.

When he heard the woman's words, not only the stall owner was stunned, but even the old man surnamed Sun was stunned.

"Old Mr. Sun, let's go and have a walk."

The woman said, and planned to leave.

One million?

Antique shops?

She just wants to hehe!

Although she doesn’t understand antiques, she is not stupid as a businessman!

The stall owner was a little anxious when he saw the woman leaving.

"Hey, why is this beauty leaving?"

"You go and sell it to an antique shop."

The woman shook her head and said.

"No, beauty, the price is easy to discuss. You are the junior of Mr. Sun, can I get more?"

The stall owner stopped the woman and said.

"Ms. Zhao, don't leave first, I'll keep the price down... After all, it's hard to find such good official kiln porcelain in the Song Dynasty."

The old man also spoke.

"How much does it cost to sell it, give it a minimum price."

The woman looked at the stall owner and asked in a deep voice.

“Stay price…”

The stall owner looked at the woman and then at the old man. He gritted his teeth and seemed to have made some decisions.

"Okay, for Mr. Sun's sake, I'll sell it to you for 800,000! Beauty, 800,000, can't be lowered anymore. If it's lower, I can't even receive it!"

Hearing the stall owner's words, the woman looked at the old man.

When the old man saw the woman looking at him, he pondered for a moment and nodded: "Ms. Zhao, 800,000 yuan is really a low price. The porcelain from the official kiln is rare in daily life."

"Um."

The woman nodded, picked up the plum vase again, and looked carefully.

"Ms. Zhao, you have just come into contact with me and may not understand. Let me introduce you to me and take a look at this glaze..."

The old man stepped forward and introduced the woman to the woman.

"Um."

The woman nodded.

"Old Sun, are you sure this is genuine? I want to give it to someone, if..."

"Of course it's the authentic one. I've been in the antique street for many years. I still have this little vision, and it's definitely the authentic one!"

The old man said seriously without waiting for the woman to finish speaking.

"Um."

When the woman saw that the old man said so surely, she felt relieved.

"Okay, then just swipe your card to buy it."

Just as the woman took out the card and was about to swipe the card, a mockery voice rang behind her.

"Official kilns in the Song Dynasty? Haha, even a broken bottle would dare to sell 800,000 yuan?"

Hearing this voice, the woman paused with the bank card and subconsciously took it back.

The stall owner's face suddenly became gloomy and he turned his head to look.

"Xiao Tang?"

When a woman sees the person she is talking, she smiles in surprise.

"Why are you here?"

"Haha, Sister Zhao, I'm idle, I'm here to stroll around and just saw you ready to buy something."

Tang Luo looked at the woman and said with a smile.

In fact, he didn't expect to meet Xiaojia's mother, Zhao Yuefang, here.

"Well, I'll buy an antique and give it to someone as a gift."

Zhao Yuefang nodded and thought of something immediately.

"Xiao Tang, what did you say just now?"

"I said they were too dark, and a broken bottle sold for 800,000 yuan!"

Tang Luo glanced at the stall owner and said mockingly.

"Broken bottle?"

Zhao Yuefang widened her eyes.

"What do you mean?!"

The stall owner stared at Tang Luo and was furious.

"Ms. Zhao, who is this?"

The old man also frowned and asked.

"He is..."

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is... You just want to cheat my sister at 800,000 yuan with just a broken bottle?"

Before Zhao Yuefang could finish speaking, Tang Luo sneered.

When Zhao Yuefang heard Tang Luo's words, he was stunned, while the old man and the stall owner's face changed.

"Boy, are you looking for death?"

The stall owner stared at Tang Luo and said angrily.

"What, want to fight?"

Tang Luo smiled contemptuously.
To be continued...