Chapter 1381
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The thicker autumn scenery, the Wutong leaves in front of the gate fell down one story after another.
On this day, the idle and boring Pockmarked Li took some river crabs and crayfish to my shop to taste Shaoxing yellow rice wine. When we were drinking, the door creaked open.
We turned around and saw a foreigner with yellow hair and blue eyes. He came in with a smile on his face. Then he looked back stealthily and closed the door tightly.
"Hello!" The guy waved at us and said hello to us in a half baked Chinese.
"Hey, man, did you go the wrong way?" Pockmarked Li glanced at him and said, "I don't want to see you.".
"Yes, yes, I'm here to sell." After the foreigner finished, he felt a small box in his arms and shook it in front of us: "I heard that you collect some strange gadgets here, to see if you are interested in it."
"I'm not interested. What's a good weapon you foreigner can have?" Pockmarked Li took up his glass and said with disapproval.
"Let's see." The foreigner was not angry at all. He came up patiently, put the small box on the table and slowly opened it.
The box was only as big as the fist and was gray black, as if it had just been picked up from some dump.
After opening, there is a little man standing inside.
The little man was dressed in a European style long mop dress, with elegant corners on both hands. He raised his head slightly, as if she were a little girl singing loudly.
This thing is not good in appearance. It has lost paint in many places. It also has a sour smell. Pockmarked Li lost interest immediately.
"What a mess!" He glanced at us with disdain: "do you really treat us as fools? No one is willing to ask for this crap on the road. Do you want to sell it at a high price? "
"Don't worry." The foreigner said with a big smile and twisted it at the back of the box.
Crunching
With a whirring sound, the box suddenly turned.
At the same time, the little man moved.
First, I took a step forward with my skirts in my hands, then I bent down slowly and made a bow.
And then they started singing.
The sound is very loud and melodious, as if a dozen stereos were suddenly installed in my room. And it's very pleasant, sometimes euphemistic, sometimes high pitched.
Along with the singing, the villain is still doing all kinds of actions, stretching arms and waving hands, kicking and rotating legs, sometimes throwing kisses, squeezing eyes, lifelike, just like a real concert in front of us.
Hearing this, Pockmarked Li was fascinated. He stared at the box with two small eyes. He forgot to eat the spicy shrimp balls.
The villain continued to rotate and sing, as if they were all national songs of foreign countries, and the end of one song was another.
After listening to four or five songs in succession, the foreigner slapped the box on and asked with a smile, "how is it? Isn't it good? Are you interested? "
Pockmarked Li glanced at me and looked at the foreigner again: "this thing is not so good. Besides, it's broken like this. It's worth a fart! But it's fun. What price would you like to sell it? "
As soon as he said that, I understood that Pockmarked Li wanted it very much.
There is a saying in this line: it's called picking the wrong buyer.
All that is said about how things are not good and where there are defects, it must be the prelude to deliberate selling and starting to bargain!
However, the foreigner was obviously not a layman either. He smiled: "boss, what we want to trade is antiques. The older the antiques, the better. I want one million of your Chinese grandpa Mao."
"A million, I think you're crazy about money?" Said Pockmarked Li, throwing the shrimp ball in his hand into his mouth and squinting at him: "I think it's quite interesting. It's good to make a decoration at home. 100000 yuan. You can stay if you want."
"No, no, No." The foreigner waved his hand repeatedly: "one hundred thousand is too little. I can think about nine hundred thousand."
"Two hundred thousand." Pockmarked Li also increased his buy it now price.
"No, no, no, the price is too low. You are insincere..."
"I can't accept 900000. How much is it, really!" Pockmarked Li struck me hard under the table while haggling with him.
After kicking me, he lightly clicked three times, secretly discussing with me to help him grow eyes.
He estimated that 700000 people could start with it.
Li Mazi's eyesight is very good. It's a 17th century wind up music box. It's also called rotating wind up.
It uses the principle of clockwork to drive the little people inside to rotate, and adds a miniature record. It was a rare luxury even in the upper class society at that time. It is rare that it can be spread so far. The normal price of Panjiayuan in old Beijing almost doubled.
However, this thing seems to be a little evil!
From the moment the box was opened, I felt a kind of extreme uneasiness, but I couldn't tell what made me uneasy."Open it again and let me see." I pushed all the plates on the table to one side and hit the spirit of 12 points.
The foreigner was very reluctant, but he still opened the box, just didn't twist the spring.
I lie on the table and stare at the little man. I suddenly find that there are many small black spots on her white dress. I take out the magnifying glass from the drawer and look carefully. It's blood!
The blood has already dried up and turned black. It's hard to find if you don't look at it carefully, and there's an indescribable Yin Qi around.
"How did you get this?" I raised my head and asked the foreigner.
"Friend, I want to sell it. You want to buy it. It doesn't matter where it comes from, does it?" The foreigner smiled and refused to reveal the truth.
"Well then." I put away the magnifying glass and said, "let's not buy it. You can find another home."
Before the foreigner said anything, Pockmarked Li quickly kicked me several feet under the table and kept winking at me. He came close to my ear and whispered, "no, brother Zhangjia! The friends in the circle said that there will be an antique auction in Sydney next month. It is said that most of the auction items are European medieval aristocrats' things. We can definitely have a big price if we toss this thing over! More than ten or twenty times! Do you think this thing is true or not? "
If we say that it's not as good as me to distinguish the true and false antiques, but if we say that antiques are valued and sold for resale, then limazi is much more professional than me.
Since he knew that at the Sydney auction, this kind of thing was a hot one, he would definitely sell it at a good price, and he would not give up the fat meat.
"It's really true, but it's a little evil. I doubt it's a shady thing. I advise you not to buy it."
Hearing this, Pockmarked Li said with a smile: "little brother, how can you be more and more timid? What business do we do? What is not evil? Which one is not weird? Besides, even if it's weird, isn't it you? As long as your antique shop is here, what if this music box is in trouble? This money has been sent to the hand. There is no reason to extrapolate. "
"I've got the capital, and I'll take it as I earn it!" After that, he slapped the foreigner: "I don't want to write with you, only 500000. If you can sell it, I will stay. If you can't sell it, you can keep it away, and don't delay our brothers' drinking - let me tell you that! If someone knows that you are from us and have no goods left, then you can't sell them in Wuhan. "
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The thicker autumn scenery, the Wutong leaves in front of the gate fell down one story after another.
On this day, the idle and boring Pockmarked Li took some river crabs and crayfish to my shop to taste Shaoxing yellow rice wine. When we were drinking, the door creaked open.
We turned around and saw a foreigner with yellow hair and blue eyes. He came in with a smile on his face. Then he looked back stealthily and closed the door tightly.
"Hello!" The guy waved at us and said hello to us in a half baked Chinese.
"Hey, man, did you go the wrong way?" Pockmarked Li glanced at him and said, "I don't want to see you.".
"Yes, yes, I'm here to sell." After the foreigner finished, he felt a small box in his arms and shook it in front of us: "I heard that you collect some strange gadgets here, to see if you are interested in it."
"I'm not interested. What's a good weapon you foreigner can have?" Pockmarked Li took up his glass and said with disapproval.
"Let's see." The foreigner was not angry at all. He came up patiently, put the small box on the table and slowly opened it.
The box was only as big as the fist and was gray black, as if it had just been picked up from some dump.
After opening, there is a little man standing inside.
The little man was dressed in a European style long mop dress, with elegant corners on both hands. He raised his head slightly, as if she were a little girl singing loudly.
This thing is not good in appearance. It has lost paint in many places. It also has a sour smell. Pockmarked Li lost interest immediately.
"What a mess!" He glanced at us with disdain: "do you really treat us as fools? No one is willing to ask for this crap on the road. Do you want to sell it at a high price? "
"Don't worry." The foreigner said with a big smile and twisted it at the back of the box.
Crunching
With a whirring sound, the box suddenly turned.
At the same time, the little man moved.
First, I took a step forward with my skirts in my hands, then I bent down slowly and made a bow.
And then they started singing.
The sound is very loud and melodious, as if a dozen stereos were suddenly installed in my room. And it's very pleasant, sometimes euphemistic, sometimes high pitched.
Along with the singing, the villain is still doing all kinds of actions, stretching arms and waving hands, kicking and rotating legs, sometimes throwing kisses, squeezing eyes, lifelike, just like a real concert in front of us.
Hearing this, Pockmarked Li was fascinated. He stared at the box with two small eyes. He forgot to eat the spicy shrimp balls.
The villain continued to rotate and sing, as if they were all national songs of foreign countries, and the end of one song was another.
After listening to four or five songs in succession, the foreigner slapped the box on and asked with a smile, "how is it? Isn't it good? Are you interested? "
Pockmarked Li glanced at me and looked at the foreigner again: "this thing is not so good. Besides, it's broken like this. It's worth a fart! But it's fun. What price would you like to sell it? "
As soon as he said that, I understood that Pockmarked Li wanted it very much.
There is a saying in this line: it's called picking the wrong buyer.
All that is said about how things are not good and where there are defects, it must be the prelude to deliberate selling and starting to bargain!
However, the foreigner was obviously not a layman either. He smiled: "boss, what we want to trade is antiques. The older the antiques, the better. I want one million of your Chinese grandpa Mao."
"A million, I think you're crazy about money?" Said Pockmarked Li, throwing the shrimp ball in his hand into his mouth and squinting at him: "I think it's quite interesting. It's good to make a decoration at home. 100000 yuan. You can stay if you want."
"No, no, No." The foreigner waved his hand repeatedly: "one hundred thousand is too little. I can think about nine hundred thousand."
"Two hundred thousand." Pockmarked Li also increased his buy it now price.
"No, no, no, the price is too low. You are insincere..."
"I can't accept 900000. How much is it, really!" Pockmarked Li struck me hard under the table while haggling with him.
After kicking me, he lightly clicked three times, secretly discussing with me to help him grow eyes.
He estimated that 700000 people could start with it.
Li Mazi's eyesight is very good. It's a 17th century wind up music box. It's also called rotating wind up.
It uses the principle of clockwork to drive the little people inside to rotate, and adds a miniature record. It was a rare luxury even in the upper class society at that time. It is rare that it can be spread so far. The normal price of Panjiayuan in old Beijing almost doubled.
However, this thing seems to be a little evil!
From the moment the box was opened, I felt a kind of extreme uneasiness, but I couldn't tell what made me uneasy."Open it again and let me see." I pushed all the plates on the table to one side and hit the spirit of 12 points.
The foreigner was very reluctant, but he still opened the box, just didn't twist the spring.
I lie on the table and stare at the little man. I suddenly find that there are many small black spots on her white dress. I take out the magnifying glass from the drawer and look carefully. It's blood!
The blood has already dried up and turned black. It's hard to find if you don't look at it carefully, and there's an indescribable Yin Qi around.
"How did you get this?" I raised my head and asked the foreigner.
"Friend, I want to sell it. You want to buy it. It doesn't matter where it comes from, does it?" The foreigner smiled and refused to reveal the truth.
"Well then." I put away the magnifying glass and said, "let's not buy it. You can find another home."
Before the foreigner said anything, Pockmarked Li quickly kicked me several feet under the table and kept winking at me. He came close to my ear and whispered, "no, brother Zhangjia! The friends in the circle said that there will be an antique auction in Sydney next month. It is said that most of the auction items are European medieval aristocrats' things. We can definitely have a big price if we toss this thing over! More than ten or twenty times! Do you think this thing is true or not? "
If we say that it's not as good as me to distinguish the true and false antiques, but if we say that antiques are valued and sold for resale, then limazi is much more professional than me.
Since he knew that at the Sydney auction, this kind of thing was a hot one, he would definitely sell it at a good price, and he would not give up the fat meat.
"It's really true, but it's a little evil. I doubt it's a shady thing. I advise you not to buy it."
Hearing this, Pockmarked Li said with a smile: "little brother, how can you be more and more timid? What business do we do? What is not evil? Which one is not weird? Besides, even if it's weird, isn't it you? As long as your antique shop is here, what if this music box is in trouble? This money has been sent to the hand. There is no reason to extrapolate. "
"I've got the capital, and I'll take it as I earn it!" After that, he slapped the foreigner: "I don't want to write with you, only 500000. If you can sell it, I will stay. If you can't sell it, you can keep it away, and don't delay our brothers' drinking - let me tell you that! If someone knows that you are from us and have no goods left, then you can't sell them in Wuhan. "
The thicker autumn scenery, the Wutong leaves in front of the gate fell down one story after another. On this day, the idle and boring Pockmarked Li took some river crabs and crayfish to my shop to taste Shaoxing yellow rice wine. When we were drinking, the door creaked open. We turned around and saw a foreigner with yellow hair and blue eyes. He came in with a smile on his face. Then he looked back stealthily and closed the door tightly. "Hello!" The guy waved at us and said hello to us in a half baked Chinese. "Hey, man, did you go the wrong way?" Pockmarked Li glanced at him and said, "I don't want to see you.". "Yes, yes, I'm here to sell." After the foreigner finished, he felt a small box in his arms and shook it in front of us: "I heard that you collect some strange gadgets here, to see if you are interested in it." "I'm not interested. What's a good weapon you foreigner can have?" Pockmarked Li took up his glass and said with disapproval. "Let's see." The foreigner was not angry at all. He came up patiently, put the small box on the table and slowly opened it. The box was only as big as the fist and was gray black, as if it had just been picked up from some dump. After opening, there is a little man standing inside. The little man was dressed in a European style long mop dress, with elegant corners on both hands. He raised his head slightly, as if she were a little girl singing loudly. This thing is not good in appearance. It has lost paint in many places. It also has a sour smell. Pockmarked Li lost interest immediately. "What a mess!" He glanced at us with disdain: "do you really treat us as fools? No one is willing to ask for this crap on the road. Do you want to sell it at a high price? " "Don't worry." The foreigner said with a big smile and twisted it at the back of the box. Crunching With a whirring sound, the box suddenly turned. At the same time, the little man moved. First, I took a step forward with my skirts in my hands, then I bent down slowly and made a bow. And then they started singing. The sound is very loud and melodious, as if a dozen stereos were suddenly installed in my room. And it's very pleasant, sometimes euphemistic, sometimes high pitched. Along with the singing, the villain is still doing all kinds of actions, stretching arms and waving hands, kicking and rotating legs, sometimes throwing kisses, squeezing eyes, lifelike, just like a real concert in front of us. Hearing this, Pockmarked Li was fascinated. He stared at the box with two small eyes. He forgot to eat the spicy shrimp balls. The villain continued to rotate and sing, as if they were all national songs of foreign countries, and the end of one song was another. After listening to four or five songs in succession, the foreigner slapped the box on and asked with a smile, "how is it? Isn't it good? Are you interested? " Pockmarked Li glanced at me and looked at the foreigner again: "this thing is not so good. Besides, it's broken like this. It's worth a fart! But it's fun. What price would you like to sell it? " As soon as he said that, I understood that Pockmarked Li wanted it very much. There is a saying in this line: it's called picking the wrong buyer. All that is said about how things are not good and where there are defects, it must be the prelude to deliberate selling and starting to bargain! However, the foreigner was obviously not a layman either. He smiled: "boss, what we want to trade is antiques. The older the antiques, the better. I want one million of your Chinese grandpa Mao." "A million, I think you're crazy about money?" Said Pockmarked Li, throwing the shrimp ball in his hand into his mouth and squinting at him: "I think it's quite interesting. It's good to make a decoration at home. 100000 yuan. You can stay if you want." "No, no, No." The foreigner waved his hand repeatedly: "one hundred thousand is too little. I can think about nine hundred thousand." "Two hundred thousand." Pockmarked Li also increased his buy it now price. "No, no, no, the price is too low. You are insincere..." "I can't accept 900000. How much is it, really!" Pockmarked Li struck me hard under the table while haggling with him. After kicking me, he lightly clicked three times, secretly discussing with me to help him grow eyes. He estimated that 700000 people could start with it. Li Mazi's eyesight is very good. It's a 17th century wind up music box. It's also called rotating wind up. It uses the principle of clockwork to drive the little people inside to rotate, and adds a miniature record. It was a rare luxury even in the upper class society at that time. It is rare that it can be spread so far. The normal price of Panjiayuan in old Beijing almost doubled. However, this thing seems to be a little evil! From the moment the box was opened, I felt a kind of extreme uneasiness, but I couldn't tell what made me uneasy."Open it again and let me see." I pushed all the plates on the table to one side and hit the spirit of 12 points. The foreigner was very reluctant, but he still opened the box, just didn't twist the spring. I lie on the table and stare at the little man. I suddenly find that there are many small black spots on her white dress. I take out the magnifying glass from the drawer and look carefully. It's blood! The blood has already dried up and turned black. It's hard to find if you don't look at it carefully, and there's an indescribable Yin Qi around. "How did you get this?" I raised my head and asked the foreigner. "Friend, I want to sell it. You want to buy it. It doesn't matter where it comes from, does it?" The foreigner smiled and refused to reveal the truth. "Well then." I put away the magnifying glass and said, "let's not buy it. You can find another home." Before the foreigner said anything, Pockmarked Li quickly kicked me several feet under the table and kept winking at me. He came close to my ear and whispered, "no, brother Zhangjia! The friends in the circle said that there will be an antique auction in Sydney next month. It is said that most of the auction items are European medieval aristocrats' things. We can definitely have a big price if we toss this thing over! More than ten or twenty times! Do you think this thing is true or not? " If we say that it's not as good as me to distinguish the true and false antiques, but if we say that antiques are valued and sold for resale, then limazi is much more professional than me. Since he knew that at the Sydney auction, this kind of thing was a hot one, he would definitely sell it at a good price, and he would not give up the fat meat. "It's really true, but it's a little evil. I doubt it's a shady thing. I advise you not to buy it." Hearing this, Pockmarked Li said with a smile: "little brother, how can you be more and more timid? What business do we do? What is not evil? Which one is not weird? Besides, even if it's weird, isn't it you? As long as your antique shop is here, what if this music box is in trouble? This money has been sent to the hand. There is no reason to extrapolate. " "I've got the capital, and I'll take it as I earn it!" After that, he slapped the foreigner: "I don't want to write with you, only 500000. If you can sell it, I will stay. If you can't sell it, you can keep it away, and don't delay our brothers' drinking - let me tell you that! If someone knows that you are from us and have no goods left, then you can't sell them in Wuhan. "
