Jian Bao: I Can Communicate With Everything

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Four: Hasty

Lin Chen was not in a hurry, hehe smiled.

"Master, ignore them, I really like this pink gadget."

"However, in terms of price, can it be cheaper?"

Hearing this, the uncle's expression eased a bit.

"Okay, anyway, this is also from my family's ancestors. Take 20,000 yuan!"

"One price, two hundred!"

Lin Chen bargained directly!

"Okay, deal!"

The uncle nodded happily, a treacherous smile appeared on his old face.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The stall owners around are almost laughing crazy.

Lin Chen was stunned.

He didn't expect the uncle to be so happy...

Is the quote I just made a bit sloppy?

The treasure friends in the live broadcast room were taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Your uncle is your uncle!"

"You are on the third floor, thinking that the uncle is on the first floor, who knows that the uncle is in the atmosphere!"

"Don't talk about it, this wave of operations, uncle, earn 199 in blood!"

"This uncle is so funny, I wonder, what a thick old face is, I dared to ask for 30,000 before!"

"Look! The anchor is dumbfounded, with a dumbfounded look!"

"Haha, since I followed the anchor, I saw him pick up the leaks, and finally lost it once."

[Anchor Blood Loss] Send a rocket!

[I am a woman the anchor will never get] Send a rocket.

[The depression that has plagued me for many years was cured by the anchor] Open aristocratic membership!

...

The presents waved after wave. Seeing Lin Chen's deflated appearance, the friends all laughed madly.

Lin Chen gave a wry smile.

The price is high!

The uncle looked at Lin Chen with a smug look, don't think I am uneducated, you still hold it tightly.

"Look at me for what? You bought this stuff for two hundred yuan, it's a big leak! This is emerald."

Lin Chen glanced at him, "Jade is heavier than this, it can't be jade."

"Moreover, the smell of chicken shit on it is fresh. If I'm not mistaken, you just picked it up in the morning, right?"

The uncle was dumbfounded by what was said, and he cast a sideways glance at Lin Chen.

"What are you going to do? You just bid two hundred, and now you want to go back?"

"So many people are watching, they can testify to me."

When these words came out, everyone around them shook their heads and said they hadn't heard them.

"I don't know!"

"Yeah, the boy didn't report two hundred just now, right? It seems to be twenty."

"Your heart is too dark, you dare to ask for two hundred for such a thing!"

"Young man, this thing is not fake anymore, go quickly, don't get used to him."

Uncle's face was blue and purple, and he was about to get angry, so Lin Chen hurried two steps forward.

"Two hundred, I want this thing."

"It's also good to put it at home as a decoration."

The uncle was stunned, hehe smiled, "You guys have a vision."

"If you really like this stuff, I'll bring you something in tomorrow."

This self-destructive speech caused another burst of laughter.

The passing Tibetan friends and stall owners looked at Lin Chen as if they were idiots.

There were also several stall owners nearby, reaching out to greet Lin Chen.

"Young man, come and take a look at me, I have something better."

"Little boss, come and see my goods."

"Look at me."

Two hundred yuan to buy a shit with chicken shit is either stupid or triumphant.

People are stupid and have a lot of money.

Lin Chen smiled slightly, waved his hand, and just about to leave, suddenly a joking voice came out.

"Yeah, why is this so lively."

"Old Zhang Tou, have you sold another fake?"

Upon hearing this, the uncle suddenly looked like a mouse and a cat, and his face suddenly changed.

The stall owners around also all looked over.

The visitor is a handsome young man, his hair is tied into a small braid, and he looks girlish. He wears a generous emerald brand on his neck, high ice and sun green, and the starting price is more than one million yuan.

There is also a pull finger on his finger, which is warm and white, and the head is full of water.

The uncle turned around to close the stall and leave, but the young man grabbed his neck and carried him over.

"It's a bit too much to not say hello when you see me."

The uncle smiled stiffly, "Master He, I didn't recognize it as you..."

The young man tweeted, "Do you recognize it now?"

"Recognized, recognized."

The uncle nodded quickly.

"Just sold a fake? Point it, let me see."

The young man glanced at him, and he smiled honestly.

"Oh, Master He, it's been almost two months, and you are still holding on to me. This is a bit unreasonable."

The uncle nodded and bowed, and kept moving back.

"Ha ha."

The young man sneered, "Don't say two months, two years will not work."

"You old man, sold me a fan, saying that Zhu Zhishan used it. Laozi paid 60,000 yuan for believing your evil talent!"

"As a result, when I went out to show off, I was laughed into a silly fork!"

"Old Zhang, don't say that there are some of these, please point me to me!"

The uncle dared not say anything, and pointed to the chubby thing on the ground.

"This is it."

"I asked for thirty thousand. The young man killed two hundred, which was too cruel."

"Two hundred? Twenty is too much for you."

The young man glanced at him contemptuously, put on a pair of gloves, and took the chubby thing in his hand.

"Fuck, it smells so irritating."

"Which idiot has taken a fancy to this thing, there is shit in the brain."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly let out a surprise!

After that, he lifted the orb and shone it against the sun.

"Hey, no, can Mr. Zhang still produce old things?"

Hearing this, the uncle was slightly surprised.

"Master He, what did you just say?"

Don't look at this Young Master He who is only in his twenties, but he still has goods in his stomach.

People will come to the Antique Street to go shopping every three hours, and they don’t go empty-handed every time they go. If there is no mine at home, who would dare to toss like this?

As soon as he came, the appraisers and shopkeepers of those antique shops all came out to greet them as if they were Chinese New Year.

He has a good eye for frequent contact with such people.

This is also recognized by many stall owners in Antique Street.

At this time, many people were surprised to see Young Master He's posture.

They have stayed here for a long time, and they know the old Zhang Tou well.

You can even find out where the goods are purchased from and how much the purchase price is.

If it is really an old thing, then the old Zhangtou is really out of luck.

"Um?"

At this moment, Young Master He frowned and looked at it over and over.

While watching, he kept muttering.

"It's not like jade..."

"Is it agate? It doesn't look like it..."

"glass?"

"The engraver is good. At first glance, it is made by a famous craftsman, but the material can't be seen..."

He also followed a lot of friends, friends and friends, every one of them took a look at it, and they couldn't come to a conclusion.

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