The next day, before Li Kuiyong could be seen, Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong hurriedly entered the commissioning business. The old man in charge of the acquisition put on reading glasses and looked at it for a long time, then found a magnifying glass to carefully study the patterns on the porcelain bottle.

Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong felt ecstatic. Look at the old man's appearance, this bottle is right and must be worth it.

As a result, the old man sighed and said:

"The things are pretty good, but there are too many porcelains in the Ming Dynasty that are not very valuable. Let's do this. If you are willing to sell them for fifty dollars, we can make a deal."

Yuan Jun was overjoyed. He thought that fifty yuan was already a huge sum of money, so he couldn't wait to take out his household registration book to make a deal. However, Zheng Tong was furious. He thought that this old guy was pretending to be a grandson and that the porcelain from the official kiln in the Ming Dynasty had to be given at least one or two hundred yuan, and fifty yuan was simply a beggar.

Zheng Tong sneered:

"Old man, your drum-beating business is inherited from the ancestors, right?"

The old man asked in surprise:

"Young man, are you not simple, you know how to play drums?"

Zheng Tong joked:

"My ancestors have opened pawn shops for generations, otherwise why would you feel like you are kissing me when I see you? My grandfather talked to me in his sleep back then, a torn leather jacket, a hairless board. Don't say that, my grandfather is just this problem. He has nothing good in his eyes. You even bring the emperor's golden chamber pot, and he also shouted, "A broken chamber pot, with a hole without mouth..."

The old man has a good temper and said happily:

"Young man, you really have a good mouth. Unfortunately, you are not good at playing drums now. Otherwise, I would not have to accept you as your apprentice. I ask you, do you know how many years was the fifth year of Chongzhen? How many years is this year? If you answer correctly, I personally buy your porcelain bottle for 200 yuan."

Zheng Tong didn't know this. He didn't want to talk nonsense to the old man. He put away the porcelain bottle angrily and said to him on the back of his head:

"You should keep the fifty dollars for retirement. I won't sell this porcelain bottle anymore. I'll keep it as a chamber pot for you when you go home..."

Li Kuiyong's voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"The fifth year of Chongzhen was in 1632 AD, and this year was 336. Old man, we will not sell this bottle anymore. Are you aware of it, and you don't feel shivering if you bully the younger generation?"

He walked in with one hand and pulled two people away.

The old man was stunned for a moment and hurriedly chased him out, but they had already walked away and looked for a long time before shook their heads and went back.

After leaving the entrusted business, Yuan Jun complained:

"Fifty yuan is not bad, Kui Yong has raised it to 200, you are still greedy, now, you are not even fifty!"

Zheng Tong was impatient:

"If you nag me, I will smash the bottle."

Yuan Jun said:

"If you don't hit you, you're a grandson!"

Zheng Tong raised the porcelain bottle to threaten, but Yuan Jun was unmoved. Li Kuiyong watched the show with a smile. Zheng Tong didn't know how to end it. At this time, an old man patted his shoulder:

"Young man, I saw it just now. I want this porcelain bottle, you can offer it."

The old man was wearing a light gray Maopi Lis Zhongshan outfit, with a rosy complexion and majestic appearance. He looked like a person with status at first glance.

Zheng Tong was about to speak, but Li Kuiyong took the lead:

"Uncle, we still have a lot of porcelain here. You can offer it first. If it is fair, we will give it to you. These days, fewer and fewer people know about it, and it is difficult to deal with things."

The old man nodded and smiled:

"Young man, you have some internal organs. How about a thousand dollars?"

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun were both confused, opened their mouths and stared at them, unable to speak for a moment.

But Li Kuiyong shook his head:

"You are bullying people. Since you don't have such sincerity, we won't talk about future matters anymore. I'm a little older, so I can't let anyone mess with you!"

What a joke, the pen holder of Chongzhen in five years can be sold for more than two million yuan in two thousand years, not to mention that this is a pair of vases. Even if it is 50 times inflation, it now has a value of at least 40,000 yuan, and a thousand yuan is not even one tenth!

After saying that, he pulled the two of them away.

The old man followed again and whispered:

"It's up to 3,000 yuan. It's up to you to have something to do. Besides, I didn't bring much money. No matter how high it is, even if I don't have this fate..."

Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun's chins were almost falling off, but Li Kuiyong's face did not change. He turned around and looked at the old man with a smile, but did not agree. He asked first:

"How can I find you in the future? If you can't eat it in one bite, I can't agree to the price. Let those bottles continue to sleep in the cellar!"

The old man shook his head and chuckled:

"You don't have to worry about this. I often come to this commissioned business. If you come here with a bottle, I can see it naturally and will come out to find you."

As he said that, he took out three stacks of banknotes from his bag and handed them over:

"Young man, please take a look."

Li Kuiyong took it over and counted it, looked like he was so painful, took the porcelain bottle from Zheng Tong, who was stunned and handed it to the old man and said:

"Uncle, you have to keep your word. Remember to wait for us here. If we can't find you another day, you will lose a lot!"

The old man took the porcelain bottle and said with a smile:

"No, those who do our business must be trustworthy. If you have good things, come to me..."

He waved to the three brothers and left with a porcelain bottle with a smile.

Li Kuiyong threw the money to the two of them. Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun had never seen so much money. They couldn't count it after counting it, and their eyes were blurred.

Yuan Jun divided a stack and handed it to Li Kuiyong:

"Kuiyong, if it weren't for you and Zheng Tong today, I would have been blind. I sold it to the old man for fifty dollars. The three of us have divided the money, one thousand per person!"

Li Kuiyong shook his head:

"I don't want it. This is yours. If you sell it, it will be yours."

Yuan Jun said unhappily:

"Kuiyong, are you not a brother? Look at Zheng Tong, you put it in your pocket. This is your own buddy. Our brothers are not brothers, but better than brothers. I'll leave this, do you want it?"

Li Kuiyong had no choice but to take the money over and said helplessly:

"Okay, can't I just accept it?"

Only then did Yuan Jun smile happily, dividing his stack into three parts, hiding the thick stack close to his body, leaving two stacks, stuffing them into his top pocket and trouser pocket respectively.

Zheng Tong suddenly asked:

"Kuiyong, you are not the old man, are we still porcelain?"

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"This is not simple. Director Yuan has porcelain at home. Does other directors have no more? If we have this skill, we will naturally have to carry forward it, right?"

Zheng Tong was stunned and said in dismay:

"Kuiyong, this is not like you anymore. Aren't you the most righteous? This time we are still helping Yuan Jun go home to get things, but when we go to someone else's house, it's really stealing. This is..."

Li Kuiyong raised the banknotes in his hand and showed a devilish smile:
Chapter completed!