Chapter: 6329

"Ah, hell." Shao Congkun hastily said, "Let's get someone to take the item back as quickly as possible."

Zhang Ermao bit his lip and told Shao Congkun, "Shao, no matter what he intends to do, whether to play us or leave evidence behind, as long as we can get him to pay up, we'll win. Ultimately, it's just about getting him to pay up. Even if he doesn't expose himself, we'll still expose him."

He pulled out another phone and sent a WeChat message to his younger brother.

His younger brother's phone rang, and after looking at the message, he put it back down and told Zhou Liangyun, "Boss, I'm really not waiting anymore. If I wait any longer, this thing will no longer be mine. I don't care if it's from the Ming dynasty or the Song dynasty or the Tang dynasty. Today, I want to sell it off for 500,000 yuan. Do you want it or not? If you do, take it away. If you don't, I'll switch to another one."

Shao Congkun in the car asked Zhang Ermao, "Will it work? He's already seen through our trick, and he still wants to spend money on it?"

Zhang Ermao spoke casually, "A dead horse can be treated as if it were alive, let's take a step back and say that just in case this kid really thinks it's from the Northern Song dynasty? He'll probably be fooled again. We're already at this point, so why not ask him directly whether he wants to buy or not? If he doesn't want to buy, we can just leave with the goods. Don't worry about selling it, I'll give you 200,000 yuan personally."

Shao Congkun let out a sigh of relief but quickly added, "This isn't all about money..."

Just then, Zhou Liangyun looked at his little brother and said, "You'd better think carefully, this is an item worth hundreds of thousands. Are you really willing to sell it for 50,000 yuan?"

The younger brother nodded firmly and said, "Forget whether it's tens of thousands or hundreds of millions. I just want to get rid of it today at 50,000!"

Zhou Liangyun sighed and said, "Honestly, I really do want to buy this item from you, but my hands are tied because I don't have that much cash on hand. Look around my store, there's nothing here. The apartment upstairs where I live hasn't been sold yet, so I need to keep 100,000 to 180,000 yuan in reserve. That means I can only put out 20-30,000 yuan."

As he was speaking, he proposed a fair suggestion to the other person, "Why don't we do it like this? This item will be considered my share. I'll give you 25,000 yuan and then we can make an agreement that we'll both take 50% of the profits if we sell it. Whatever the price is, you'll get half."

"Share?"

The person heard this and immediately went blank, thinking, "What kind of ridiculous proposal is this? It's like going to take a driver's test but ending up with a cooking exam. I won't be able to do these questions at all... It feels like I'm going crazy!"

"Xiao Changkun said, 'I'm getting more and more unclear about what this bastard is thinking. Does he really want to give me twenty-five thousand yuan?'"

"Zhang Erma hummed and said, 'Maybe this kid is fishing for something. You think, if we agree, wouldn't we have to leave our contact information behind? Wouldn't that be a way to get us in trouble?'"

"'If we go ahead, what if he really reports it to the police? He says he sold it for one million yuan and we're supposed to take the remaining five hundred thousand yuan. Are we going to go back and get him again, then get caught up in this mess again? This...this is like hitting our heads against a brick wall!'"

"'We should just leave it alone. If we really do get into trouble, wouldn't that be a big deal? We're collectors, and if we get caught with fake goods, our reputation will be ruined. Who would dare to report to the police?'..."

"He pointed at Zhou Liangyun on the screen and cursed, 'But we can't help it when someone doesn't follow the rules!'"

"When he got to this point, Zhang Erma's emotions were a bit intense. He opened his mouth and said, 'Xiao will know this. Nowadays, people with holes in their heads are really not rare. Just the other day, my junior went to Chang'an to buy some stuff, clearly added a lock but didn't want to pay the key fee for the seller...'"

"'What are we going to do? Let him take it back?'"

Zhang Erma muttered, "If he's intentionally trying to scam us, we can't take that risk for 25,000 yuan. There's no need to get tangled up with someone just for 25,000 yuan, but if he really thinks the teacher-made goods are from the Northern Song dynasty, then we might have a chance to play him again."

Xiao Changkun asked, "How do we play him?"

Zhang Erma took out his phone and typed another message.

After a while, the young assistant in the store looked anxious and said, "Oh no, it can't be done. My big brother is sending me a WeChat message to come back and count the goods. I definitely can't keep this stuff or let him know about it. Boss, you don't need to tell me how much it's worth or anything about investing in it. I just want to sell it. How about this? I'll give you 10,000 yuan, and you take away 40,000 yuan. Is that okay?"

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