As soon as he heard the middle-aged man's careless "I'll give you ten dollars", Zhou Xuan felt a little excited!

This old guy is pretending to be B!

He could pay ten yuan, and Zhou Xuan immediately realized that the broken booklet in his hand must be worth more than ten yuan. It was just such a broken draft, and he didn't want to give anyone a penny. He wiped his butt and thought it was dirty and thick. This old guy pretended to be liked the words. Zhou Xuan thought there was a ghost. Could it be that "Yuan Mei in 1795?"

Seeing that Zhou Xuan seemed to be thinking, the middle-aged man was not in a hurry to fight him and waited with a smile.

Zhou Xuan raised his head, smiled, and said, "If you don't sell, I will practice calligraphy myself!"

After saying that, he turned around and left. The middle-aged man was stunned. Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuan was so decisive. He quickly caught up with him and said, "Little brother, it's easy to discuss and discuss. Let's do this. I really like that word. You can tell me the price!"

Zhou Xuan became more and more sure of this when the middle-aged man said this. Although he knew nothing about antique calligraphy and painting, the middle-aged man's expression made him feel that the thought that had shining in his mind was Yuan Mei in 1795. However, he still didn't understand who Yuan Mei was. If he had the surname Yuan, except for knowing Yuan Shikai, only Yuan Chengzhi was left. It would be better if he went to the Internet cafe first to check it out.

Zhou Xuan looked at the middle-aged man's eyes, and smiled and said, "Sir, do you know Yuan Mei?"

The middle-aged man suddenly had his eyebrows hopped, he was stunned for a while, and then sighed, "It turns out that the little brother is a fellow fellow. I still think it's a little brother who is lucky and has picked up a leak. Oh, it's rude."

When the middle-aged man passed by the book stall first, he stopped standing by when he saw Zhou Xuan looking through the broken manuscript. Because there were rules in the industry, if there were anyone who was reading or buying, he would never go forward to break the stutter. So he paid attention to it quietly and observed for a while. After observing for a while, he was basically sure that Zhou Xuan was not a fellow traveler. After not understanding the industry, he was a little happy. He just waited for him to leave and then bought it at a price. However, he did not expect that Zhou Xuan mentioned the name "Yuan Mei" to him.

He looked at this manuscript very much like Yuan Mei's handwritten ink, but he was not sure yet. When Zhou Xuan mentioned Yuan Mei's name, he knew that he had misunderstood. After he hesitated for a moment, he still said, "Little brother, I'm really misunderstood. Since you have picked up a hole, I won't say more. Just can I let me take a closer look?"

"What's the problem with this? Look." Zhou Xuan handed him the manuscript readily. He had no idea about this thing. Looking at the man's regretful expression, could it be worth hundreds or thousands?

The middle-aged man took the manuscript and gently stroked the damaged part of the cover. He felt a little heartbroken. Then he took out a magnifying glass with a black-frame copper handle from his pocket.

Zhou Xuan blushed. This is the serious player and this is the professional player.

The middle-aged man slowly flipped through page by page, reading it with words, sometimes excited and sometimes confused. He was not stunned for a while until he finished turning the last page.

Seeing that he was like this, Zhou Xuan didn't know if it was worth ten yuan or was wrong, so he asked carefully: "This Jianzhai supplement, what is Yuan Mei in 1795..."

When the middle-aged man heard Zhou Xuan say this, he finally let out a long sigh and said, "Brother, it turns out that you are not only a fellow traveler, but also a master. It is extraordinary to have this kind of vision in this industry at a young age!"

The nonsense master is not just a flash of inspiration, but he is no different from a blind man. His face turned red, but Zhou Xuan held back and didn't say anything. If he said it, he would be a fool!

The middle-aged man said again: "Yuan Mei is Jianzhai. In his later years, he made some supplementary works to his previous work. This manuscript was revised in 1795. Yuan Mei passed away two years after revising the supplementary manuscript. There was such a manuscript in later generations, but it was all rumored. I didn't expect to see it on this street stall today. Unfortunately, it was a little damaged!"

When Zhou Xuan heard him say this, he thought that there was such a flash in his mind, but he didn't expect that it would be accurate. But how much is Yuan Mei's manuscript worth? If he could give one hundred, he would sell it, but the question is that he couldn't ask so bluntly, maybe he wouldn't be willing to give one hundred yuan?

Zhou Xuansi thought about it and asked in a vain, "How much is this manuscript worth?"

The middle-aged man said: "In 1999, Mr. Wu Dingyuan bought a Yuan Mei's early manuscript from an auction house in Hong Kong for HK$150,000, and then donated the manuscript to the Nanjing Museum. The manuscript in your hand is Yuan Mei's late relic, which is already a essence meal, and is especially precious. If calculated based on the value of the previous manuscript, it will be worth at least 180,000 yuan. Of course, this is just an estimate. If it is placed in the auction house for auction, it will definitely be more than this number!"

180,000!

Zhou Xuan almost fell down! He just wanted to sell it to him for 100 yuan!

However, the words of 180,000 did make Zhou Xuan dizzy. Think about how much you can do for 180,000 yuan. You can build a beautiful house in your hometown and marry a handsome woman. He only saved 5,000 yuan for seven or eight years outside. The words of 180,000 yuan are like a dream!

What is a dream? A dream is that only when you wake up after sleeping. He said that this broken manuscript is worth 180,000 yuan, but no matter how much it is, it is not worth it if it is not turned into money in his own hands.

The middle-aged man saw Zhou Xuan's face turn pale, and thought he had lowered the price, and he was a little hesitant. To be honest, if Yuan Mei got this manuscript at the auction, he would have at least been sold for more than 200,000 yuan.

Zhou Xuan finally gritted his teeth and said guiltily: "If I sell it to you, do you want it?"

The man was stunned and looked at Zhou Xuan, a little confused about what he meant. If Zhou Xuan had the same eyesight as him and was a master in this industry, then he would have his own way to sell it. The so-called turtle has a way to go, and snake has a way to go, that's the case.

If Zhou Xuan changed his hand, Yuan Mei's manuscript could be sold at least 200,000 to 250,000 yuan, and the auction would only be higher. But looking at his appearance, it doesn't look like a joke, the middle-aged man was a little confused. He had just checked this thing in detail, and there was also a special mark from Yuan Mei, which was the original. Since it was the original, there was no such thing as Zhou Xuan and the book dealer set up a partnership, but what did Zhou Xuan meant?

"Then how much do you want to sell?" The middle-aged man couldn't figure out Zhou Xuan's intentions, so he asked tentatively.

Zhou Xuan thought for a while, lowered his voice a little and a half, and said, "If you want it, you said it was worth 180,000, then I will sell it to you 170,000. Ten thousand is considered a hard work, do you think it's okay?"

The middle-aged man was stunned again. After ordinary people understood the price, they would only rise, but he fell. After being stunned, he saw Zhou Xuan with a bitter face. He probably had a hidden secret. Maybe he needed money urgently. He thought for a while and said, "If you must sell it, of course you will be unlucky, but that's it. We have met. It's a fate that is not enough. If you don't say 170,000, I won't say 180,000, but only 175,000. It just so happened that I had a few friends together today, so I invited my little brothers to have a meal. Then 50,000 is considered a meal. If it's not enough, I'll add it. Can you?"
Chapter completed!