Zhou Hao sighed as he walked,"Where's the most basic trust between people?"
Ignoring the merchants who were selling melons and boasting, Zhou Hao used his Advanced Appraisal Skill to look at the items on the stall.
It was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was fat and covered in grease. In front of him, there were more than ten kinds of objects. There were copper coins, books, calligraphy, and so on.
Among these items, there was one that caught Zhou Hao's attention.
It was a lousy book. It was more like a manuscript than a book.
Yuan Mei's Poetry Manuscript
Producer: Yuan Mei, 60 years of Qianlong of Qing Dynasty.
Year:1795
[Value: 550,000]
Yuan Mei? Who was it? Looking at the information sent by the appraisal skill, Zhou Hao was a little confused. He had never heard of this Yuan Mei before, let alone know who he was!
However, this was the era of technology. He didn't know who it was. He could just look it up online!
Zhou Hao took out his phone and searched for Yuan Mei. Only then did he realize who she was.
Yuan Mei (March 25, 1716-January 3, 1798), also known as Zicai, was known as Jianzhai. In his later years, he called himself Cangshan Jushi and Suiyuan Master. His ancestral home was Cixi, Zhejiang Province. He was born in Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province). He was a poet, essayist, literary critic, and gourmet during the Qianjia period of the Qing Dynasty. One of the three masters of Qianlong, one of the three masters of Xingling School, and Ji Yun called "Southern Yuan and Northern Ji"
At this point, Zhou Hao finally understood who Yuan Mei was. To be able to call her " Southern Yuan and Northern Ji " together with Ji Yun, he wanted to know her social status at that time.
Ji Yun, also known as Ji Xiaolan, was very familiar to everyone. The TV series " Iron Teeth Bronze Teeth Ji Xiaolan " made Ji Xiaolan famous.
He walked to the stall owner and casually looked around.
"Uncle! How much is this book?" Zhou Hao didn't pick up Yuan Mei's manuscript. Instead, he picked up a book that was written by an unknown person. He looked at the yellowed pages of the book, as if it was an antique.
"This book! This book was a collection of poems written by Emperor Qianlong himself. Qianlong was the emperor who reigned for the longest time in the Qing Dynasty. He also lived the longest. It is very valuable for collection. You have to at least have this amount!”
As the stall owner spoke, he stretched out five fingers and waved them, indicating the number.
"Fifty?" Zhou Hao probed.
"Fifty? You must be joking! This is Qianlong's poetry collection. How can it be fifty? I said fifty thousand!”The stall owner's voice immediately raised as he said in exasperation.
Zhou Hao's mouth twitched. Damn it, do you really think I'm a sucker? 50,000 yuan, why don't you go rob me!
Although he knew that the stall owners in the antique street often cheated foreigners, especially foreigners who didn't know anything about antiques, foreigners were their favorite targets.
"Fifty thousand? It's too expensive." Zhou Hao shook his head, put down the book, and picked up another book.
"Uncle! What about this book?"
The stall owner's uncle raised his eyelids and took a look. He casually said,"This is a book written by Liang Qichao during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty." Twenty thousand!"
Zhou Hao…
"What about this one?" This time, Zhou Hao picked up Yuan Mei's manuscript. F * ck, if he continued to ask, it would still be the same, asking for an exorbitant price.
"This book, 10,000." Perhaps the stall owner could tell that Zhou Hao didn't have much money, so he asked for a much lower price this time.
"500, are you selling?" If you dare to ask for an exorbitant price, I'll pay you back.
"Nine thousand! This is the least!" The stall owner could tell that Zhou Hao wanted to buy it, so he quickly became formal.
"Six hundred, no more." Zhou Hao mentioned a little.
"Eight thousand!"
"Seven hundred!"
"Seven thousand!"
"Eight hundred!"
"Six thousand!"
"Nine hundred!"
"Five thousand!"
"A thousand!"
"Deal!" The stall owner shouted loudly and the deal was made.
Zhou Hao was stunned. That was it? He thought that he would have to continue talking for a while.
Seeing Zhou Hao in a daze, the stall owner called out to him.
"Sigh! Sigh! Little brother, how about the money?"
Zhou Hao recovered from his shock and quickly took out a thousand yuan and handed it to the stall owner.
As the uncle paid the money, he said," Little brother, this is your first time here, right?”
" Uncle, how do you know?" Zhou Hao asked in confusion.”
The stall owner glanced at Zhou Hao." People who come here often know how to bargain. They always bargain once. If they don't bargain, they turn around and leave. There is no one like you who increases it time and time again.”
"Sigh! Little brother, where did this book come from? Uncle, I've asked someone to appraise it before, but they all said that this book is worthless. Tell me about it."
Looking at the stall owner, Zhou Hao thought for a while and said," Uncle, this book is a collection of poems written by Yuan Mei from the Qing Dynasty.”
After saying that, Zhou Hao turned around and left. He was also afraid that the stall owner would react and go back on his word.
The stall owner was stunned. Yuan Mei? Who was it? He took out his phone and searched. After reading it, the stall owner's face instantly turned pale.
When she turned around to look for Zhou Hao, he was nowhere to be seen.
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