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Chapter 57 Bargaining
Xu's father repeatedly said "It's alright," which made Xu Ziyang's expression change repeatedly.

Why is my own father being so polite to Song You'an? This is too unbelievable!

Just as he was about to speak, the saleswoman returned: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, miss. I just confirmed with the manager that there is indeed one small unit left in the prime location, but it's almost 20,000 yuan more expensive per square meter than the other units. If you want it, you'll have to make a decision today."

The prime real estate is always in high demand. Song You'an nodded knowingly, then turned to Chen Fei and said, "Mr. Chen, look, the price is going up again before I've even bought it."

Chen Fei was both amused and exasperated: "Miss Song, don't try to fool me. My penthouse has a clearly marked price, it's not like I'm just raising the price on the spot."

Xu's father, listening to the two haggling, found it amusing and laughed along.

Song Youan shrugged helplessly: "Alright, then I won't make things difficult for Mr. Chen."

She felt a little regretful because she really wanted a discount, since even with a sufficient budget, the houses here were indeed a bit expensive.

However, when it comes to buying a house, it's best to go for the best one from the start. This neighborhood has a good location and good amenities, so there's a reason it's expensive.

Besides, she didn't feel any remorse at all about spending money on her father.

“How about Miss Song sells me the other one? I can consider giving you a discount,” Chen Fei suddenly said.

Song Youan was taken aback. Another one? A purple chrysanthemum?
He shook his head almost without thinking: "Forget it, I can't bear to part with it either."

She took exceptionally good care of the purple chrysanthemums; they bloomed profusely and were brightly colored. Looking at them every day made her feel better.

Chen Fei was visibly disappointed upon hearing this, but then Song Youan's eyes lit up: "Mr. Chen, I do have some other good things, would you like to take a look?"

"What good stuff?"

Seeing that Chen Fei was interested, Song Youan didn't keep him in suspense any longer: "Mr. Chen, you must have heard of Fuguang Kiln, right?"

"Da Zhao Fu Guang Kiln?" Chen Fei exclaimed in surprise, and quickly asked, "Miss Song, do you have Da Zhao Fu Guang Kiln items? Are they intact? Are they cups? Bowls? Or something else?"

Chen Fei was somewhat excited, and his eyes visibly brightened as he spoke.

This guy is really a connoisseur of antiques!

Song Youan calmly said, "It's a vase, about the length of a forearm, which is quite rare!"

One sentence brought a big smile to Chen Fei's face: "A vase from Fuguang Kiln, how rare is that, Miss Song? It's practically a rare find."

"It seems Mr. Chen is quite interested. Give me a discount, and I'll personally deliver it to Mr. Chen's office so he can have a look at it." Song You'an's words were concise, clearly aiming to save money.

"Mr. Chen, you are an expert in antiques. What is this 'Fuguang Kiln'?" Mr. Xu had been listening for a while, and when the words "Fuguang Kiln" were mentioned, Mr. Chen, who was usually calm and reserved, suddenly became excited, and Mr. Xu couldn't help but feel curious.

Chen Fei casually recounted: "The Fuguang Kiln was a landmark product of the heyday of Dazhao porcelain, signifying a qualitative leap in Dazhao porcelain firing technology. Moreover, the Fuguang Kiln was only operated by the government, not by the people, because neither the technology nor the materials were something that ordinary people could master."

"However, the Fuguang kiln was only fired in Dazhao for less than ten years. Later, Emperor Zhaoxiang advocated frugality and prohibited the official kilns from spending a lot of time and money to produce Fuguang kilns. Since then, the Fuguang kiln has become history in Dazhao."

"Although the firing technique of the Fuguang kiln was passed down to later dynasties such as the Northern Shang and the Ming Dynasty, it seems there was a technological barrier. The Fuguang kiln produced in later generations no longer changed color when exposed to light, thus losing the meaning of the word 'Fuguang' and becoming indistinguishable from ordinary porcelain."

"I see." Mr. Xu nodded in understanding. "No wonder Mr. Chen was so interested in this Fuguang Kiln. Now that Mr. Chen has explained it, I understand."

Song Youan listened from the side, learning something new as well. "Miss Song, are you selling?" Chen Fei asked, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

Song Youan shook her head: "I won't sell it. Mr. Chen knows how precious this thing is. I have to keep it for myself."

Chen Fei hesitated for a moment before saying, "97% off, that's the lowest discount I can offer Miss Song."

Mr. Xu, standing to the side, looked slightly surprised. To be able to pry open Mr. Chen's mouth and get a 97% discount was no ordinary discount!
Song Youan raised an eyebrow slightly. Based on the price of the small apartments in the penthouse, this discount of one million yuan was achievable.

Mr. Chen is really generous; he's willing to pay over a million yuan for a ticket just to see the Fuguang Kiln.

"How about a 95% discount? I'll bring two more authentic works by famous artists for Mr. Chen to take a look," Song Youan said.

Since we're going to make this trip anyway, we might as well save a little money.

"Miss Song, you're pulling this trick on me again!"

"Mr. Chen is a businessman, and he should understand the principle that you should never easily reveal all your cards to the other party."

Seeing the growing interest in Song You'an's eyes, Xu's father turned to Chen Fei and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, you've been completely outmaneuvered by Miss Song."

Chen Fei sighed deeply. There was nothing he could do; it was just what he liked.

He couldn't see Miss Song's hand, but the other party knew his own hand very well!

"Then, Miss Song, tell me, whose original work is it? I want to see if it's worth the 95% discount." Chen Fei had already given up struggling and was completely led by Song Youan.

“Liu Fengyan’s courtesy name,” Song Youan said.

Chen Fei looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Miss Song has been to my office. I wonder if you noticed that I have a genuine work by Liu Fengyan hanging on my wall. As the foremost master of seven-character poems, Liu Fengyan left behind quite a few genuine works that have been passed down through generations. Although they are precious, they are not considered rare."

Song Youan nodded slightly. She hadn't noticed that there was an original work by Liu Fengyan in Chen Fei's office; she only remembered looking up and seeing a painting by Wang Chongwen.

"Of course I know that. Liu Fengyan's calligraphy was just something I did casually. What I really want to show President Chen is Han Mo's calligraphy!"

Upon hearing the name Han Mo, Liu Fengyan's expression froze, and then he slowly looked at Song You'an with an incredulous expression.

He had been studying antiques for nearly ten years, and the only time he had ever seen Han Mo's original work was at the Nanyang Museum. The calligraphy was hanging high in a glass room, and he could only catch a glimpse of it from afar.

Compared to Liu Fengyan, Han Mo left behind very few calligraphic works, perhaps even fewer than those from Fuguang Kiln!
"Miss Song, why don't you just tell me what other good stuff you have?" Chen Fei came to his senses, only hoping that Song You'an would give him a quick answer.

Song Youan just smiled and said, "That's no fun. Maybe we can work with Mr. Chen in the future."

Chen Fei took a light breath, a feeling of displeasure rising in her heart.

Miss Song knew his preferences all too well, and he couldn't resist the temptation, so he could only let her take the lead.

This made him, as a seasoned businessman in a high position, feel somewhat uncomfortable. To be honest, he didn't like this feeling.

(End of this chapter)