In the 1990s, the boss's cannon fodder ex-wife awakened

Chapter 252 A Black Peerless Treasure

The antique market is here. There are many stalls and many people shopping on weekends. The shops on both sides of the road are also open. There are a lot of antique antiques inside, but Jiang Hanyan glanced at them, and half of them are fake.

There were a lot of things on the stall, which were arranged in a mess. Jiang Hanyan walked around and found a dirty cup and an inkstone, which was cool to the touch. The ink could stay dry for a long time in the inkstone, which was a treasure.

There is also a jade snuff bottle with lifelike orchids carved inside, which is the work of the former Jin master, which is very rare.

Jiang Hanyan heard about the legend of Master Jin in his previous life. Even the royal family asked him to carve snuff bottles, which shows that his reputation has grown. However, Master Jin offended the powerful and his right hand was deposed. Since then, there has been no such thing as Master Jin. The snuff bottle was born.

Therefore, Master Jin's snuff bottles are extremely precious and valuable for collection.

A porcelain cup, an inkstone, a snuff bottle, and a few copper coins. The harvest was okay, but Jiang Hanyan was a little reconciled when he didn't find a big one. He dragged Lu Chen to go shopping again, maybe he could pick up the leak Woolen cloth.

After another round of shopping, the results were empty, Jiang Hanyan had no choice but to give up and was about to go home, but saw a lot of people around the front, which was a bit noisy.

Chase Lu pushed aside the crowd and led Jiang Hanyan to squeeze in. A middle-aged man sat in the middle, wearing glasses, thin, with a sallow complexion, white hair at the temples, wearing an old jacket, and one side of the glasses was broken. It was stuck on with white tape, and the whole person was full of down-and-out bookishness.

The man was holding a black jar in his arms, and there was a card in front of him, with tens of thousands written on it——

A peerless antique, priced at yuan!

"I think your crappy pot is too small for a chamber pot, and you dare to ask for , what a lion!"

"I don't even want 30 yuan. It's just a piece of crap and a precious antique. Even a blind person won't be fooled."

"Hey, hurry up and go, don't pretend to be crazy here, no one will buy it."

The crowd was discussing and accusing the man, but the man remained silent, stubbornly pursed his lips, turned a deaf ear to what these people said, and held the jar tightly.

"1 yuan, I'll take it."

The person who spoke was a man in a Chinese tunic suit. When other people saw him, they immediately stepped aside respectfully. Obviously, the man's status was unusual.

"It's Boguxuan's Boss Ma, who owns the most prestigious shop over there. He also has a shop in Hong Kong City, and he has a lot of money."

The crowd whispered, Jiang Hanyan heard them all, and knew the identity of the man in the tunic suit.

"3 yuan, not a penny less. If my wife hadn't been seriously ill, I wouldn't have sold this pot for 30 yuan." The middle-aged man said proudly.

Boss Ma smiled and said unhurriedly: "Then tell me, what kind of antique is this jar?"

"I don't know, it's very precious anyway."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, everyone roared with laughter.

"I don't even know any antiques, but I dare to come to Ma Boss to extort 3 yuan. You must be so brave." Everyone laughed.

"It's a family heirloom in my family and it's very precious."

The middle-aged man was angry, and he was telling the truth. When his mother was dying, she said that if she encountered difficulties, she would sell the jar, and told him not to sell it at a lower price.

He didn't know anything about antiques, but he believed in his mother, and the 3 yuan happened to be his wife's medical expenses. The family couldn't afford such a large amount of money, so he sold the jar with his arms.

"Haha... Nine out of ten people who come here to sell things say they are heirlooms. You are coaxing a three-year-old child!"

The ridicule was harsh. The middle-aged man was thin-skinned. He wanted to get up and leave several times, but when he thought of his wife lying on the hospital bed, he endured it again and said to Boss Ma: "I must sell this pot for 3 yuan. My wife I got a serious illness and it cost 3 yuan to be cured. You won’t lose money if you buy this jar, it’s really a treasure.”

"Can't you make up some fresh ones? Either the parents are sick, or the wife is sick, who will believe you!"

Some people in the crowd shouted in dissatisfaction, and the expressions of the others did not believe it. The man's words sounded like a liar, and whoever bought it would be fooled.

"My wife is really sick. I won't make fun of my relatives." The man said angrily.

But everyone looked disdainful, obviously not believing him.

Angry and helpless, the man looked at Boss Ma pleadingly, hoping that he would pay 3 yuan to buy the jar.

"2 yuan. I don't know if your jar is real. I will take a risk if I buy it. yuan will be a good relationship between us." Boss Ma is determined to get this jar.

He has been engaged in antiques for so many years, and he can tell at a glance that this jar is likely to be a rare treasure. If it is true, his 2 yuan is too worthwhile. If it is auctioned at the Hong Kong City Auction House, it will definitely cost hundreds of times.

However, Boss Ma is not sure that it is genuine, but it is only 2 yuan, even if he misses it, it is nothing.

"No, I'll sell it for 3 yuan."

The man refused, and 2 yuan could not save his wife.

Boss Ma frowned, looking displeased, this man is too ignorant.

"I bought it for 3 yuan."

Jiang Hanyan made a sound, she observed for a long time, the man was telling the truth, in fact, she couldn't see what the jar was, but she could sense the strong aura on the jar, it must be a good thing.

The man was overjoyed, his gloomy eyes lit up, and he said impatiently, "It's best to settle it all at once."

"I'll give you cash."

Jiang Hanyan nodded, and took out three bundles of cash from his bag, which he specially went to the bank to collect before he came.

"Here's the jar for you."

The man was overjoyed, and after receiving the money, he handed over the jar.

"I'll take the 5 yuan." Boss Ma said coldly, and gave Jiang Hanyan a warning look.

The antique market is his territory, and no one has dared to fight against him on this territory in these years.

"I've already sold it to this girl." The middle-aged man was unmoved. He only wanted 3 yuan and his wife could get better.

"Isn't it worth the money and the goods? I'm following the rules. I want this jar for 5 yuan." Boss Ma smiled with a smile on his face, with cold eyes.

"Already sold it."

The man remained indifferent, handed the jar to Jiang Hanyan, stuffed 3 yuan into his bag, and was about to leave.

Boss Ma looked gloomy. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was no smile in his eyes. He smiled slightly at Jiang Hanyan and said, "Girl, I will accept 5 yuan for this jar. How about it?"

The big guy gasped and was extremely envious. In just a few minutes, he could make a net profit of 2 yuan. This beautiful girl is about to get rich.

"Do not sell!"

Jiang Hanyan flatly refused, even if she offered 500 million yuan, she would not sell it. She dragged Lu Chen away. The smile on Boss Ma's face disappeared, and he watched them leave sullenly.

He winked at his subordinates, who understood, and slowly followed behind Jiang Hanyan and the others.

The middle-aged man was also followed by a few sneaky people, all of whom were pickpockets, who took a fancy to the 3 yuan in the man's bag.

Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen followed closely behind the man. There were many pickpockets in the antique market, and they specially watched for the generous customers. The man had a huge sum of 3 yuan on him, which attracted countless flies.

(End of this chapter)