He walked to Zhang Ermao's booth calmly and asked him, "Boss, are you Zhang Ermao?"

Zhang Ermao nodded and said casually, "It's me, what's the matter?"

Chang Shengbo smiled slightly, and said, "Hi, I met your little brother at the airport just now, and I happened to see a finger wrench in his hand, so I asked him specifically, and came to talk to you. "

Zhang Ermao looked at Chang Shengbo with some vigilance, and said, "Oh, you are the one who is willing to spend three million for that finger puller?"

"It's me." Uncle Chang Sheng nodded and said with a smile, "I'll offer three million, no counter-offering."

Zhang Ermao asked curiously: "Do you like antique literature and entertainment very much?"

Chang Shengbo subconsciously said, "That's right, I like it very much."

Zhang Ermao frowned and asked: "If you like it very much, then you should be more knowledgeable. That finger pull is not worth three million. If my brother asks you for three million, you are willing to buy it? I think you are sent by Leizi." Fuck me?"

"Uh..." Chang Shengbo was stunned for a moment.

He has practiced in closed doors all these years, and he doesn't know much about the market price of antiques.

In addition, I haven't been to China for 20 years, and I don't quite understand the prices in China.

But to be honest, the asking price of three million yuan for a Qing Dynasty jade ring finger, and it was of ordinary quality, seemed a little outrageous to him.

But fortunately, I was not short of this little money, and I really wanted that magic weapon, so I was in a hurry to get it, so I didn't think about it carefully.

Hearing Zhang Ermao's rhetorical question now, he stopped himself from asking.

And what he didn't expect was that he didn't doubt Zhang Ermao, but Zhang Ermao suspected him instead.

After thinking for a while, Chang Shengbo said with a little embarrassment: "Boss, you have misunderstood. I am an overseas Chinese who has returned from overseas to visit relatives. I am not a joke, and I really like that jade wrench. The price is higher for me. It doesn't matter."

Zhang Ermao snorted, snorted and said with a smile: "I think you are not too young, how can you open your mouth to lie? Who will believe what you said, just pull your fingers and put it in the antique market, it will be about 30,000 yuan. If you really like it, can you give me 50,000 yuan? The price of 3 million yuan is only you who don�t understand antiques and Leizi can just open their mouths and agree!"

When Chang Shengbo heard this, he was dumbfounded.

He didn't know that this was the latest script Ye Chen arranged for Zhang Ermao, so he could only explain palely and innocently: "Boss, I'm really not a thunderclap..."

"Stop talking." Zhang Ermao waved his hand, and said impatiently: "To tell you the truth, I asked him to quote three million, just to use this price to find Leizi, but anyone who really understands antiques will hear this The offer is absolutely scolding, only the plainclothes Lei Zi who wants to dig up clues will agree to it, and then take the opportunity to find more clues."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ermao said again: "But let me tell you, your trick is useless with me!"

For a moment, Chang Sheng Bo felt that he was really beyond words.

He really didn't expect that the other party's offer of three million yuan was originally the intention.

Combined with Chang Shengbo's speculation before, he believed that this group of people was a gang that specialized in robbing tombs and selling the stolen antiques, so he believed even more in Zhang Ermao's words.

Because he feels that this kind of criminal gang can survive forever, it must be very cautious and cunning, and there are countless anti-investigation methods. Pseudo-affirmations are also necessary.

Combined with the more stringent and prudent organizational structure of the CCP, Chang Shengbo has almost no doubts about Zhang Ermao's performance.

The more this happened, the more he was afraid that Zhang Ermao would misunderstand him, so he quickly said with a smile: "Boss, you really misunderstood me. I am not Lei Zi. I really want to buy some good things I like..."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Ermao said perfunctorily: "You can say anything, you like good things, don't you? If you like it, just go shopping in Antique Street and buy more. Don't delay my business."

Seeing that Zhang Ermao didn't listen to his explanation, and even wanted to drive people away, Chang Shengbo was extremely annoyed in his heart, and wished to slap Zhang Ermao to death here. JrNovels.com