Judging from the appearance and coating alone, Zhuang Rui could not tell the age of these objects. However, under the observation of Ling Qi, it was naturally difficult to hide the authenticity of these objects. Zhuang Rui did not expect that such counterfeiting and piracy were also found in Europe.

Is it so popular?

Walking to the back of the store, there are some works from the Renaissance period at the end of the 12th century. The most eye-catching ones are of course the oil paintings by Leonardo da Vinci and Raphael, but even if you think about it, you can tell that these things are definitely fake.

In addition, under the oil paintings hanging on the wall, there are many clocks that appear to be from the 18th or 19th centuries, including pocket watches and wall clocks. There are various styles, about fifty or sixty of them. On each watch, there is a

A small label with the price written on it.

"Huh? This watch is good..."

Zhuang Rui pointed to a pocket watch with a silver chain in the glass cabinet, and said in English to the middle-aged French man who had been looking at him: "Can you understand English? Please take out that watch.

I want to take a look..."

"Of course I understand, sir, I will be happy to help you..."

The middle-aged man bent down to Zhuang Rui politely, took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the glass cabinet, and took out the pocket watch Zhuang Rui wanted to see.

This middle-aged man’s name is Renault. This store existed during his grandfather’s generation. It’s been almost a century now. Renault can be considered a foreign antique dealer. He first entered the store when Zhuang Rui first entered the store.

, he noticed that this young-looking young man should be an expert.

Since entering the 21st century, China's consumption power has greatly improved. Nowadays, foreign businessmen no longer think that the Japanese are the ones who are generous. On the contrary, many foreign businessmen have now learned a few words in Chinese to use with those people.

Chinese high-rollers communicate.

Zhuang Rui naturally didn't know what the middle-aged shop owner was planning. His attention was focused on this pocket watch at the moment.

The silver chain on the pocket watch has become dull and slightly gray due to oxidation. On the surface of the pocket watch, there is an enamel filigree figure pattern in three colors: red, black and yellow. The figure on it is wearing an eighteenth-century

Gentleman's uniform, the image is extremely realistic.

After Zhuang Rui pressed the mechanism on the top of the pocket watch, the cover popped up. It was very sensitive and had not become dull due to the passage of time. It seemed that it was well maintained. Of course, the hands inside had stopped rotating.

Because this is indeed an antique pocket watch.

"Twenty thousand euros?"

Looking at the price on the silver chain, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but frowned. He could see with his spiritual energy that although this watch contained spiritual energy, it was just white and not very thick. In other words, the value was not very high.

.

In China, there are also Western watches that were not left over from the Kangxi and Qianlong years. The prices are generally around 100,000 RMB. This watch is priced at 20,000 Euros, which is somewhat beyond Zhuang Rui's psychological price. In jargon, although this is a "

There is a "glance" object, but the asking price is sky-high.

“Can this thing be cheaper?”

Zhuang Rui raised the enamel filigree Western watch in his hand and asked Renault.

Renault shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and said: "Oh, no, sir, this watch was left by my grandfather. It costs at least 20,000 euros. It really can't be cheaper..."

"Damn, why do you have the same tone as those profiteers in China? Either your ancestor or your grandfather. Has this foreigner ever set up a street stall in Panjiayuan and received professional training?"

When Zhuang Rui heard Renault's English with a French accent, he cursed in his heart. He must have started his career as a stall holder and was an authentic French cultural relic dealer.

"Well, since it was left by your grandfather, and a gentleman doesn't take what others like, I won't buy it. You can keep it to commemorate your grandfather..."

Zhuang Rui shook his head and handed the pocket watch to Renault. He was here to pick up leaks, not garbage. This thing is only worth about 100,000 yuan at home. If he spent 200,000 yuan to buy it abroad, isn't he sick?

"Oh, sir, if you really want it, the price can still be negotiated. I believe that my grandfather is in heaven, and I hope that the things he likes can have a good home..."

When Renault saw Zhuang Rui, he returned the pocket watch to him without hesitation. Knowing that the price of 20,000 euros frightened Zhuang Rui, he knew in his heart that although this thing was from the 18th or 19th century, it was left over in Europe.

There are many, and the price is actually not very high, that is, about four to five thousand euros.

"No... no, you can't say that. If your grandfather knew that you sold this thing, he would definitely scold his grandson for being unfilial..."

After Zhuang Rui heard Renault's words, he almost burst out laughing. His balls ached, and now that he was holding back his anger, he decided to just entertain him.

Zhuang Rui has heard before that foreigners never take their own family seriously. If you praise his mother's beauty and want to have some super-friendly relationship with his mother, I guess the foreigner will rush to sell you. Now

It seems that is indeed the case.

Zhuang Rui's words were spoken in English, and Renault couldn't tell that his grandson was swearing. He took his pocket watch and said: "Ten thousand euros, sir, this is the lowest price..."

Zhuang Rui shook his head. He really didn't have much interest in this thing. If he bought it for 10,000 euros and could buy it for 1 million rmb when he returned home, Zhuang Rui would consider it, but with a price difference of tens of thousands, he might still lose it.

Here, Zhuang Rui would not do this kind of business.

Just when he was about to refuse, Zhuang Rui suddenly remembered something and said, "We will discuss this later. Are these the only things in your store? Are there any older objects? Or

Are they some damaged paintings, books, etc.?"

Zhuang Rui suddenly thought that in Panjiayuan, people often come to buy and sell antiques. This street is equivalent to Panjiayuan in Paris. Maybe there will be foreigners who can't live a comfortable life and come to sell things?

"Oh, no, sir, your words are an insult to me. You know, my store is the largest art store in Paris. Of course, it is not just these things. There are many valuable products in the warehouse.

…”

Perhaps it was because Zhuang Rui's meaning was not clear enough that this guy, whose name and appearance were somewhat similar to that French big-nosed actor Jean Reno, became a little excited and corrected Zhuang Rui's mistakes in a gibberish voice.

From time to time, a few French words popped up.

"Sir, I think you have misunderstood me. I mean, I don't like anything here. If there are things I like in your warehouse, then money... is definitely not a problem..."

Zhuang Rui's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that this store also had a warehouse. In domestic antique stores, good things would never be placed on the shelves. They would be kept in secret warehouses or safes. Anyway, Zhuang Rui

Most of Rui's treasures are in the basement.

Zhuang Rui just doesn't know if French antique shop owners also have this habit?
Chapter completed!