Chapter 57 Bargaining
Xu's father said "It doesn't matter", which made Xu Ziyang's expression change again and again.
Is his father so polite to Song Youan? This thing is too fantasy!
He was about to speak, but the sales lady came back at this moment: "Miss, I have kept you waiting for a long time. I just confirmed with the supervisor that the king of the building does have a small apartment, but the single-level apartment is larger than the one in other locations." It’s nearly 20,000 yuan more expensive. If you want it, you have to make a reservation today.”
The building king is always in demand. Song You'an nodded understandingly, then turned to Chen Fei and said, "Mr. Chen, look, I haven't bought it yet and the price is going to go up again."
Chen Fei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Miss Song, don't try to fool me. The price of my building is clearly stated, and it is not just raising the price."
Father Xu, who was listening to the bargaining between the two, also found it interesting and laughed.
Song You'an shrugged helplessly: "Okay, then I won't embarrass Mr. Chen."
She felt a little pity in her heart. She really wanted a discount, because even if she had a sufficient budget, the houses here were indeed a bit expensive.
However, when it comes to buying a house, it is better to do it in one step. The location of this community is good and the configuration is good. It is expensive for a reason.
Besides, she didn't feel bad at all about spending money on her father.
"How about Miss Song sell the other one to me? Then I can consider giving you a discount." Chen Fei suddenly said.
Song Youan was stunned, another one? Purpurea?
He shook his head almost without thinking: "Forget it, I can't bear it either."
The golden chrysanthemum was taken care of very well by her. The flowers bloomed in full bloom and the colors were bright. Looking at it every day made me feel better.
Chen Fei was visibly disappointed when he heard this. Unexpectedly, a flash occurred in Song You'an's mind, and then his eyes lit up: "Mr. Chen, I have other good things, do you want to see them?"
"What good stuff?"
Seeing Chen Fei's interest, Song You'an didn't show off: "Mr. Chen of Fuguang Kiln must have heard of it, right?"
"Dazhao Fuguang Kiln?" Chen Fei was surprised and said quickly: "Miss Song has the Dazhao Fuguang Kiln in her hand? Is it intact? Is it a cup? A dish? Or something else?"
Chen Fei was a little excited, and his eyes clearly lit up when he spoke.
This man is really an antiques addict!
Song You'an said calmly: "It's a vase, and the forearms are long and short, which is rare!"
With one sentence, a big smile gradually appeared on Chen Fei's face: "Vasees from Fuguang kiln are rare, Miss Song. They are simply rare."
"It seems that Mr. Chen is very interested. Give me a discount. I will personally deliver the things to Mr. Chen's office for Mr. Chen to play with." Song You spoke concisely, just to save money.
"Mr. Chen, you are an expert in antiques. What is this Fuguang Kiln?" Father Xu listened for a long time. Until the words "Fuguang Kiln" came out, Mr. Chen, who had always been calm and reserved, suddenly became excited. My father couldn't help but feel curious.
Chen Fei said this in passing: "This Fuguang kiln is a landmark product during the heyday of Dazhao porcelain. It heralds a qualitative leap in Dazhao porcelain firing technology. Moreover, Fuguang kiln only has an official system and no civilian system, because Neither the technology nor the materials used are within the grasp of ordinary people. ”
"However, this Fuguang kiln was only fired in Dazhao for less than ten years. Later, Emperor Zhaoxiang promoted frugality and prohibited official kilns from spending a lot of time and money on making Fuguang kilns. Since then, Fuguang kiln has become history in Dazhao. .”
"Although the firing technology of this fuguang kiln was later passed down to later dynasties such as the Northern Shang and Ming dynasties, there seemed to be technical barriers. The fuguang kilns fired in later generations no longer change color when exposed to light, thus losing this "fuguang kiln" The meaning of the word "light" is no different from that of ordinary porcelain. ”
"That's it." Father Xu nodded with understanding: "No wonder Mr. Chen is so interested in this fuguang kiln. After Mr. Chen explained it, I understand."
Song Youan listened on the sidelines and also gained knowledge. "Miss Song, are you selling it?" Chen Fei asked with a thought.
Song Youan shook his head: "I won't sell it. Mr. Chen also knows how precious this thing is. I have to keep it for myself."
Chen Fei's expression was a little tangled when he heard this. After a long while, he said: "93% off, the lowest discount I can give Miss Song."
Father Xu on the side looked slightly shocked. He was able to pry open Mr. Chen's mouth and get a 93% discount. This is no ordinary discount!
Song You'an raised her eyebrows slightly. According to the price of Lou Wang's small apartment, this discount of one million can be saved.
Mr. Chen is really willing to give up. Just to let him take a look at the Fuguang Kiln, he is willing to pay more than one million yuan as a ticket.
"95% off, can I bring two more authentic works by famous artists to show Mr. Chen?" Song Youan said.
Anyway, it would be nice to save a little more on this trip.
"Miss Song, you do this to me again!"
"Mr. Chen is a businessman and should understand not to show all his cards to the other party easily at any time."
Father Xu looked at Song You'an's eyes with deeper interest, then turned to Chen Fei and smiled: "Mr. Chen, you have been completely manipulated by Miss Song."
Chen Fei sighed deeply, he had no choice but to make him like this.
I can't see Miss Song's trump card, but the opponent knows my trump card very well!
"Tell me, Miss Song, whose original work is it? I want to see if it's worth the 95% discount." Chen Fei had given up struggling and was completely led by Song You'an.
"Liu Fengyan's words." Song Youan said.
Chen Fei looked embarrassed, hesitated for a moment and then said: "Miss Song has been to my office. I wonder if you have noticed that I have an authentic work of Liu Fengyan hanging on the wall. As the first person of Qiyan, Liu Fengyan left an authentic work that has been handed down from generation to generation. Not a few, although rare but not rare.”
Song You'an nodded lightly. She didn't notice that there was Liu Fengyan's original work in Chen Fei's office. She only remembered that she looked up and saw a painting by Wang Chongwen.
"Of course I know this. Liu Fengyan's handwriting is just convenient. What I really want to show Mr. Chen is Han Mo's handwriting!"
As soon as the word "Han Mo" came out, the expression on Liu Fengyan's face froze, and then he slowly looked at Song You'an with an incredulous expression.
He has been studying antiques for nearly ten years, and the only time he saw Han Mo's original work was in the Nanyang Museum. The calligraphy hung high in the glass room, and he could only take a look at it from a distance.
Compared with Liu Fengyan, the calligraphy treasures left by Han Mo are really rare, maybe even less than those from the Fuguang Kiln!
"Miss Song, if you have any other good things to say, why don't you just tell them?" Chen Fei came back to his senses and just asked Song You'an to give him a good time.
Song You'an just smiled: "That's boring. Maybe we can cooperate with Mr. Chen in the future."
Chen Fei took a deep breath, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.
Miss Song knew his preferences too well, and she couldn't resist this temptation, so she could only let her take the dominant position.
This made him feel a little psychologically uncomfortable as a veteran in the market. To be fair, he didn't like this feeling.
(End of chapter)