Chapter 282 A Blind Cat Meets a Dead Mouse

The good things that Master Sun had collected before were all shipped to the port city, and the good things that he had collected recently were all put away by Master Qian, leaving only ordinary antiques in the store. Of course, the only things behind the counter in the store are genuine goods, and the things on the ground are all from the Republic of China or handicrafts.

Lu Jiaxin looked around and didn't find anything she liked, so she took Gu Wenfeng and the others to the antique market. While shopping, she saw a colorful oil painting at a stall.

The stall owner saw that she was interested and said with a smile: "Little girl, this painting came from the West, and it only costs two hundred yuan."

Lu Jiaxin smiled and said: "Ten yuan."

The stall owner didn't chase her away, but just said that he couldn't sell it at this price, and asked her to look at the others: "These are all the ones I spent a lot of effort to collect, and they are all good goods."

Lu Jiaxin looked around and saw an enamel peony purse-shaped snuff bottle. She picked it up and looked at it, and thought that the color of the snuff bottle was very good: "Boss, how much is this?"

"This is the snuff bottle used by Emperor Yongzheng, one thousand yuan, no bargaining."

This is a sky-high price. If someone who doesn't know the business comes, he will be ripped off. However, in the antique business, you have to buy it and leave it. No matter how high the price is, as long as you buy it, you can't find the seller even if it is identified as a fake. Of course, private revenge is another matter.

Lu Jiaxin said: "I really like this snuff bottle, give me a real price."

The stall owner said that he was talking about the real price.

Lu Jiaxin smiled and said, "Don't tell me about the snuff bottle used by Emperor Yongzheng. If it was really used by the emperor, ten thousand would be no problem. But can a snuff bottle used by the emperor be sold at your stall?"

"Fifty yuan, I'll buy it if you want, forget it if you don't want."

The stall owner saw her put down the snuff bottle and said, "Five hundred, five hundred for you."

Lu Jiaxin stood up and asked the bodyguard to leave. The stall owner hesitated and said, "One hundred, one hundred for you. Little girl, I spent eighty to buy it, you have to let me make some money!"

Lu Jiaxin really liked this snuff bottle and thought it was very delicately made. Even if she knew it was fake, it was worth a hundred yuan.

After spending most of the day in the antique market, Lu Jiaxin bought a lot of things. When they returned to the store, Master Qian saw what she bought and asked Shopkeeper Sun: "Which of these things of our boss are real?"

Lu Jiaxin smiled and said: "I don't know much about antiques, I just bought them because I liked them."

At first, she was still thinking of finding a bargain, but after being hit twice, she gave up. It would be better to make more money and buy the real ones directly.

Master Sun looked at the things she bought very seriously, and finally picked out the enamel peony purse-shaped snuff bottle. After looking at it for a while, he smiled and said: "Boss, this snuff bottle is real."

Lu Jiaxin was surprised: "The stall owner said it was used by Emperor Yongzheng, is it real?"

Master Sun also took a magnifying glass to look at it, and after looking at it, he said: "There is a mark of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but it may not be used by the emperor. It may also be awarded to royal relatives or powerful officials."

Lu Jiaxin didn't understand it either, but it was quite interesting to find a bargain.

Master Qian thought Lu Jiaxin had good fortune, so he asked curiously, "How much can this snuff bottle sell for?"

When he was young, he saw that antiques made money, so he wanted to do this business and asked an old court official to judge. But the old court official said that he couldn't do this business and didn't want to work for him, so he had no choice but to give up.

Master Sun said, "Snuff bottles like this in the mainland cost about 500 yuan, but I'm not sure about Hong Kong."

Lu Jiaxin didn't know the market for antiques in Hong Kong, so she said, "I like the pattern on it very much, but I won't sell it."

Master Qian smiled and said, "It's also because the small boss is rich, otherwise the store would have closed down long ago."

Speaking of this, Lu Jiaxin thought that Shopkeeper Sun was quite rare. When all the good goods were left unsold, he was able to break even last year. But today, it won't work, and he will definitely lose money.

Master Qian said, "Boss, you made such a big profit today, can you treat me to a braised pig's head?"

"Braised pig's head?"

Master Qian said that there was a braised dish in the next street, and the braised meat was so fragrant that people could swallow their tongues together: "It tastes good, but it's too expensive. Even the pig's head meat costs six yuan a pound."

Now meat is about one yuan and twenty-three yuan, and pig's head is even cheaper. Braised pig's head meat costs six yuan a pound, and other things are even more expensive. However, no matter which dynasty, there is no shortage of rich people, and people can sell so expensively without worrying about customers.

Lu Jiaxin generously gave fifty yuan for an additional meal, and then went back. She didn't have anything to hide, but Old Man Sun and the children were uncomfortable here.

In the next three days, Lu Jiaxin went to the city wall and other places in the ancient capital, and took a lot of photos every time she went to a place. Even in the streets and alleys, she would take pictures non-stop when she was in a bad mood. In the past, this was all Gu Wenfeng's business. After knowing that Zong Jinghua had specially learned photography for his daughter, this glorious task was given to him.

On the fourth day, Gu Wenfeng said, "Jiaxin, the higher-ups have approved you to go see the Terracotta Warriors."

Lu Jiaxin was very happy and asked, "When can I go?"

She had seen the Terracotta Warriors in her previous life, but now the Terracotta Warriors are not open to the public, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. She thought it was very meaningful, so she mentioned it to Gu Wenfeng, but she didn't expect that she could really enter.

Gu Wenfeng reminded, "Jiaxin, it's okay if you want to see the Terracotta Warriors, but you can't touch them and you can't affect the staff."

Lu Jiaxin asked, "Can I take pictures?"

Gu Wenfeng specifically asked this question and got a negative answer: "It is still in the excavation stage. According to the rules, outsiders cannot take photos."

"Okay."

The next day, Lu Jiaxin went, but only Gu Wenfeng followed. Zong Jinghua was impatient to stay at home to guard the house, so he told Qian Xiaoxiao that he wanted to go to the antique market to have a look.

Qian Xiaoxiao said: "Brother Hua, don't think about picking up bargains. I tell you, it's very difficult. There is a one in ten thousand chance that our boss is a blind cat that encounters a dead mouse and buys a real snuff bottle. If you go, you will be cheated of all your pants."

How could Zong Jinghua pick up bargains? He knows nothing about these things: "Last time I saw a stall selling dolls. There were two porcelain dolls that were particularly cute. I wanted to buy them for my daughter. She will definitely like them."

"Why didn't you buy them yesterday?"

Zong Jinghua said: "Yesterday I had to keep an eye on the surroundings to protect the boss and couldn't be distracted."

Yesterday was working time and I couldn't be absent-minded. Today's rest situation is naturally different.

Considering his fatherly love, Qian Xiaoxiao said, "I'll take you to buy it! Otherwise, with your Hong Kong accent, those vendors will treat you as a fat sheep."

Zong Jinghua smiled and said, "I don't have money."

Even if he wanted to rip him off, he couldn't. He was very poor now and couldn't afford it because it was too expensive.