Fatty Han quickly stopped the tricycle, and Ye Chuan jumped off as well.
"Sir, what are you selling?"
The old man was thin and had a goatee. His white hair was combed back neatly and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"You guys are from the material recycling company, right?”The old man asked worriedly.
"Yes, state-owned. The price is fair!”Fatty Han said.
"That's good. Someone help me move it.”The old man turned around and walked into the courtyard. Although he was old, his footsteps were steady.
"Brother Ye, you stay here and watch the car. I'll go and get it for you.”
Ye Chuan nodded, leaned against the tricycle, took out a cigarette, and lit it.
After a while, Fatty Han came out with a big bag. The old man followed behind him with a stack of books.
The big bag was filled with some scrap metal and dozens of toothpaste tubes, which fell to the ground.
As a lot of things poured out of the big bag, Ye Chuan saw one of the items at a glance, but he didn't say anything.
Fatty Han took out a magnet from his pocket and started to suck the last disc-shaped object. The magnet couldn't suck it up at all, so he threw it aside in disgust.
Ye Chuan took the old book from the old man and weighed it. Fatty Han was about to calculate the price.
The old man picked up the disc on the ground and said anxiously,""And this!"
Fatty Han didn't even lift his head and said,"I won't accept this!"”
Hearing Fatty Han's words, the old man was disappointed.
"Sir, what is this?" Ye Chuan said.
Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head and said,"I don't know either. There was a bird carved on it. I thought it looked pretty, so I kept it. I thought it was made of iron, but it turned out not to be.”
Ye Chuan took a closer look at the round plate. Due to the age, the upper layer had turned black and looked dirty. However, through the black, he saw green bronze rust.
Both sides were a little black. He thought that he had made a mistake, so he used the Elementary Appraisal Technique.
"Tang Dynasty bronze mirror!" A set of information entered his mind.
Finished?
Ye Chuan was still waiting for the next sentence, but there was no more.
Could it be that the primary appraisal skill could only identify the authenticity and age of the item, and not other information?
However, it was much easier to confirm that this was a bronze mirror from the Tang Dynasty. Ye Chuan's initial judgment was also a bronze mirror, but the blackness on both sides made him a little hesitant.
From the results, it was inferred that this item had been placed for a long time and had not been cherished. Therefore, the bronze had some mold on it. Over time, it had become like this, covering the original color.
"Sir, how much do you want to sell it for? Why don't I take it personally?" Ye Chuan pretended not to care.
The old man thought for a moment and then extended five fingers.
Five yuan?
Ye Chuan felt that he could accept this price. He just needed to go home and deal with it a little. Just now, he used his nails to dig it out. He could dig it out with a little force.
Just as he was about to agree to the price, Fatty Han, who was standing beside him, suddenly said,"
"Sir, aren't you too black-hearted? How dare he ask for 50 cents for this lousy thing? At most 20 cents!"
What?
Ye Chuan was stunned!
Not five yuan? But fifty cents?
A Tang Dynasty bronze mirror only cost fifty cents?
The old man thought that 20 cents could buy a pound of noodles in the black market, enough for the whole family to eat for a day, but this price was still a little low.
"40 cents! I can't go any lower!"
"30 cents! If you don't sell it, we'll leave!"
"Deal!" the old man said quickly.
The two of them quickly bargained, and Ye Chuan didn't have the chance to speak at all. By the time he reacted, the price had already reached 30 cents.
He numbly took out three cents and handed it to the old man. Then, he sat in the back seat of the tricycle with the Tang Dynasty bronze mirror in his hand.
Fatty Han stood in front of Ye Chuan and stared at the mirror with all his might. Ye Chuan held the mirror and looked at it carefully. The mirror was not exquisite at all. It was all black. Only the front of the mirror could be vaguely seen. It seemed to be the head of all birds, the phoenix.
He stared at the phoenix without blinking, wanting to see its original form. Suddenly, the copper mirror in his hand flashed with colorful light. In an instant, it disappeared again, returning to its previous appearance as a lump of iron.
Ye Chuan blinked his eyes, thinking that he had seen wrongly. However, he had a standard 5.0 vision, so he could not have been mistaken about that dazzling scene.
However, it was just a flash. If he couldn't figure it out, then so be it. Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Fatty Han rode his bicycle back to the service point.
Ye Chuan parked the tricycle at the right spot and jumped out of the car. He saw a group of people gathered not far away. They must be colleagues from other teams.
These people did not care about their image at all. Their clothes were dirty, unbuttoned, and their hair was messy. They gathered together to smoke and spit on the ground from time to time.
Ye Chuan smiled bitterly. It was these people's slovenly appearance that made the common people look down on people who went to the streets to collect waste.
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