Chapter: 141

Ye Chen waved his palm in front of the old man: "This price."

"How about five thousand?" the old man asked with wide eyes.

Ye Chen shook his head: "No, it's fifty dollars."

The old man looked at Ye Chen like he was looking at an alien, staring at him for several seconds before suddenly shouting: "Do you know the value of goods? This is my grandfather's antique, a genuine treasure, and city folks are too cunning!"

Shi Changkun was also anxious, pulling Ye Chen and saying, "Don't just talk nonsense, you're going to mess up the business."

Ye Chen smiled slightly, picked up the bottle and flipped it over, using his hand to sweep away the yellow mud stuck to the bottom of the bottle, pointing at a narrow crevice in between, saying, "Dad, take a look at this."

"Made in China."

Shi Changkun was taken aback, his mouth open so wide it could fit an egg, and he didn't respond for half a day.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, pointing at the boss's face and calling out loudly.

"You, you're swindling people!!"

Ye Chen, holding a wine jug, shook his head at the naive boss and said, "Manufacturers don't dare openly counterfeit antiques on purpose. They intentionally wrote this label, and you're clever enough to know how to cover it up with mud. In short, thirty yuan, are you going to sell or not?"

"This......"

The boss was taken aback for a moment, and then his naive expression completely disappeared as he slapped his forehead and laughed in a ridiculous manner.

"Two bosses, I'm in a hurry today and grabbed the wrong bottle."

"What's wrong?" Ye Chen smiled, picked up a nose-shaped pipe filled with mud, smoothed out the dirt on the bottle mouth under the sunlight, and said seriously: "This one didn't grab wrong, it's from Suzhou."

Inside the pipe was a row of transparent small characters.

"Made in Suzhou Craftsmanship Factory."

"I don't know how to read, who knows what nonsense is written above." The boss saw through the trick, stopped doing business, and wrapped himself with an oil paper while thinking about wiping his foot clean.

Now, Xiao Changkun was completely taken aback, his face flushed, and he spent half a day feeling like a monkey being played with.

He grabbed the boss tightly, shouting:

"You scoundrel, return my money."

"What money, I've never seen you before." The boss struggled fiercely, with coins and fake jade horses dropping from the oil paper he was holding.

The horse figurine that fell to the ground surprisingly didn't break; it seemed to be made of hard plastic.

"I won't return the money, I'll call the police!" Xiao Changkun yelled at the top of his lungs, his anger almost choking him.

As the two men struggled, something suddenly dropped from the boss's waist. JrNovels.com