Chapter 2095 Good Harvest
The stall owner selling vases was an expert at growing cotton. He looked at Chu Heng standing in front of the stall and frowned subconsciously.
As a businessman, he has a good eye for people.
When they first met, he could already tell from Chu Heng’s movements and expressions that he was a Chinese. In this era, most Chinese people were poor, stingy, and especially good at bargaining for their products. The business doesn't make much money at all, so it's not very popular in the market.
But if you don’t make much, it’s better than not making much at all, right?
The stall owner licked his thick lips with an unlucky look, then smiled warmly and introduced: "Sir, I think you can see that this is a Chinese antique vase, which was left behind by my great-grandfather. The inheritance is said to be from more than three hundred years ago. , so the price is not cheap, you need to pay a thousand francs to take it.”
“One hundred, at most one hundred, if you can, I will pay directly, if not, I will turn around and leave.” The story made Chu Heng couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He also knows something about foreign exchange porcelain. The vase in his hand should have been sold in the 1950s, and it only cost ten or twenty yuan at that time.
A thousand francs?
Thinking about money is crazy!
One hundred francs is a high price.
After hearing his quotation, the stall owner's face immediately darkened. He had seen people bargaining hard, but never such a cruel person. He cut directly from the top of his head to his heel with a knife.
But he couldn't bear to refuse. Although the knife was very severe, he could still make a small profit of thirty francs. So the stall owner hesitated for a moment and nodded sadly: "Deal, it's It's yours!"
"Thank you." Chu Heng quickly took out the money and put it into the stall owner's hand. He refused the other party's offer to wrap it in straw, turned around and left with the bottle.
After he walked around in the crowd, the bottle in his hand had been thrown into the portable warehouse, and Chu Heng, who was empty-handed again, began to wander around the market again.
His goal this time was still clear, he was going to find a vase similar to the blue and white plum vase from the official kiln.
After searching for more than ten minutes, he couldn't find the vase. Instead, he found a jade inkstone from the Song Dynasty. After tentatively asking the price, the shopkeeper quoted 30 francs, which was so cheap that he even sent it to his grandma's house. He didn't even pay the price, just paid and left.
This situation is actually not surprising here. After all, cultural relics in China are not as popular as in later generations, and most of the things in the hands of many stall owners were stolen from China by some people's ancestors. , most of them don’t know their value, so the possibility of missing something is quite high.
Ever since, after Chu Heng had visited most of the market, he already had more than a dozen antiques in his hands.
And it didn’t cost much.
The most valuable one was a piece of jade from the Han Dynasty, which only cost him thirty francs. The others were similar. The most expensive one was a blue and white glaze Guanyin statue from the Song Dynasty, but it only cost him 112 francs.
It almost made him happy.
“This trip is really worth it, even if we don’t find the vase in the end.” Chu Heng smiled and held an early Qing Dynasty white jade hairpin that he just bought for twenty-five francs, full of heart. Heading expectantly to the next stall.
Perhaps his luck ran out. He visited more than ten stalls in succession, but still gained nothing.
Finally, he came to a stall selling woodware and stood in front of it. There were a lot of things on the stall, mostly Western-style furniture, and a few handicrafts.
Chu Heng walked around and finally fixed his eyes on a walnut wood statue of a naked woman, planning to use it as a gift for him to visit Benshamin tomorrow. He didn't understand Western antiques, but he could tell from the patina of this wooden sculpture, which was about the length of an adult's forearm. It should be a hundred years old, not too long, but not too short either. It's also very good. I think it should be of some value, so it would be suitable as a gift.
So he talked with the stall owner and finally bought the items for five hundred yuan, then found a place to put away the items and continued shopping.
After harvesting three antiques from China that were lost overseas, Chu Heng finally found the bottle he wanted that was similar to the plum bottle in the hotel. He happily bought it for 60 yuan. He walked around the market again, and after seeing nothing of interest, he headed back to camp.
It took him three hours to visit the market, but he went back much faster. He returned to the entrance in less than half an hour.
The car arranged by the hotel parked quietly not far away. Chu Heng strolled over carrying a bulging leather bag. As he approached, the driver hurriedly got out of the car, opened the back door for him, and asked with a smile: " It seems that your harvest is very good, sir."
"Yes, I met a few things I like." Chu Heng shook his bag and bent down to get into the car.
Cen Hao had come back a long time ago. After Chu Heng sat down, the driver confirmed his intention to return and immediately started the car and drove back.
Chu Heng casually threw the leather bag he had brought back at his feet, looked at Cen Hao with a slumped face, and asked casually: "What did you buy?"
"I didn't buy anything. "Cen Hao shook his head and took out a handful of money from his pocket and gave it to him: "I don't need it, I'll give it to you."
Looking at the banknotes that were obviously much more than before, Chu Heng couldn't help but be startled. He took them and counted them. There were seven hundred yuan. He asked in surprise: "Why are there so many more?"
Cen Hao has a dark face Said: "I met a foreign girl in there. I couldn't understand what she was saying. I could tell that she wanted to sleep with her gestures. I saw that she had a good figure, so I followed her to a hotel. After she finished, she Got it I’m two hundred.”
“Oh shit! How many times has this happened? I think you can change your career to become a young master.”
Cen Hao burst into tears. The facial lines are very hard, and he always has a straight face, which often gives people the impression that he is not a good person. There is no market in China, but he is very popular in the West. He has captured many foreign girls and also shot them by mistake. I made quick money a few times by accident.
"If you laugh again, do you believe that I will go back and tell my sister-in-law about your keeping an illegitimate wife?" Cen Hao looked at him coldly, feeling extremely angry, thinking that he was a dignified man of seven feet, and that he was too tall. The nineteenth direct descendant was actually regarded as a young master, and more than once. If this matter spread, it would bring shame to the sect.
"Don't laugh, don't laugh." Chu Heng suppressed his laughter, put his arm around Cen Hao, and comforted him. After returning to the hotel, in order to make up for his brother's mental trauma, the two of them ate After having a big meal and resting for a while, when night fell, we went to the famous Montmartre.
The legendary holy place where most of the female Buddhas in Paris gathered.
The two brothers played until midnight before returning, and Cen Hao also let out a bad breath...
"Jingle bell clang."
Full of makeup and powder. Chu Heng carried two bottles of alcohol Xing Brandy returned to the room, and before entering the bedroom, she suddenly turned to Cen Hao, who was pale and swaying, and warned him: "Sleep peacefully tonight, and don't come out if you hear any noise."
"I know." Cen Hao, who was so tired that his head drooped, entered the bedroom without looking back and closed the door forcefully.