5: What the hell? Whose crotch is that?

"Damn it!"

One minute late!

Chen Yang pounded his chest and stamped his feet!

At this moment,

He felt as if he had missed out on a hundred million!

An opportunity to get rich slipped away just like that.

A chance to snag a huge bargain was lost just like that.

He was so unwilling!

Then he thought about the 1000 yuan he had spent on the taxi earlier, and his heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife!

All his capital was gone!

Bang!

Suddenly,

A Middle-aged Drunkard, reeking of alcohol, rushed out of the Ten Thousand Treasures Studio lobby and bumped right into Chen Yang.

He was still cursing and grumbling.

"You want to buy my treasure for 2,000 yuan? Dream on!"

Damn it!

Chen Yang was on the verge of tears!

His frail body was actually knocked over by a Middle-aged Drunkard.

His sickly physique was truly useless.

At this moment,

A staff member in a suit, who appeared to be a manager, chased out of the Ten Thousand Treasures Studio lobby.

He wore black-rimmed glasses, exuding three parts shrewdness and seven parts cunning.

"You, why are you in such a hurry to leave when we haven't even agreed on a price?"

The Four-Eyed Manager stared intently at the porcelain vase in the Drunkard's hand.

"I'm telling you, this vase of yours is just a replica, and it doesn't even count as a high-quality replica."

"My offer of 2,000 yuan would already be a loss; no one would be willing to offer a higher price."

The Middle-aged Drunkard stiffened his neck.

"Nonsense! My old man cherished it as a treasure back then, it must be worth a lot of money, how could it only be 2,000?"

"You unscrupulous merchant!"

The Four-Eyed Manager felt like he had punched empty air.

"This is just a replica, how can it be considered a treasure?"

"At most, it's just an ornament!"

As the two were at a stalemate,

A white-haired elder slowly walked over from a distance.

He was relaxed and composed, like a regular visitor to the Antique Street.

The Four-Eyed Manager's eyes lit up, and he called out:

"Elder Li, please come and judge, is the vase in his hand a replica or not?"

The white-haired elder was quite wealthy and loved to collect.

He was an expert in antiques.

"Alright, then I'll take a look."

He smilingly took the porcelain vase and examined it carefully.

A moment later,

His expression changed slightly.

"Oh... it really is a replica!"

The Middle-aged Drunkard looked suspicious.

"Elder, please look carefully, this is a family heirloom, how could it be a replica?"

The white-haired elder smiled amiably.

"This old man is not an appraisal expert, and I only have a slight knowledge of ceramics. My judgment may not be accurate."

"However, based on my decades of experience,"

"This is just a replica, not a treasure."

After saying that, he shook his head regretfully.

Seeing this situation,

The Middle-aged Drunkard looked dejected and hung his head.

Meanwhile, the Four-Eyed Manager was beaming with excitement, eager to try something.

Who knew—

The white-haired elder spoke again:

"Of course, my greatest hobby in life is collecting various ceramics."

"My home currently has dozens of ceramic pieces, most of which are replicas."

"If you are willing to part with this porcelain vase, I am willing to acquire it for 6,000 yuan."

"What do you think?"

Hearing this, the Four-Eyed Manager was greatly surprised.

His face was full of bitterness.

He had only intended for the elder to drive down the price.

He didn't expect him to intervene and raise the price to 6,000.

This... what profit margin was there left?

The Middle-aged Drunkard was overjoyed!

He had been utterly disappointed.

He didn't expect a new opportunity to arise.

The elder offered 6,000, so it seemed this broken vase wasn't worthless after all.

Thinking of his 8,000 yuan gambling debt, the Middle-aged Drunkard's greed resurfaced.

"8,000!"

"If you give me this price, I'll sell it to you."

The Middle-aged Drunkard extended his thumb and index finger, making an "eight" gesture.

"What?"

"8,000?"

The white-haired elder and the Four-Eyed Manager exclaimed almost simultaneously.

The Four-Eyed Manager's gaze was strange.

He looked at the Middle-aged Drunkard with an expression of seeing an idiot.

To demand such a high price was simply wishful thinking!

The white-haired elder, however, was displeased.

Hmph!

His offer of 6,000 was already an overpayment, and he was still not satisfied.

Truly insatiable greed!

8,000?

Does he take me for a fool?

However,

Looking at the blue and white porcelain vase, the white-haired elder was still a bit reluctant and did not turn to leave.

He hesitated for a moment.

"10,000, I'll take it!"

Chen Yang, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke, breaking the stalemate.

At this moment,

Chen Yang felt incredibly fortunate.

He thought he had missed it earlier.

He didn't expect to witness such a wonderful show with his own eyes.

The antique sale had reached a crucial moment.

Chen Yang quickly stepped forward.

In fact,

His heart was pounding, and he was extremely nervous.

On the surface, however, he wore a calm and composed expression!

There was no hint of how much he valued the porcelain vase.

He was determined to get it!

According to the intelligence,

The porcelain vase was indeed bought by the white-haired elder for 8,000 yuan.

Then,

After appraisal by a master, the porcelain vase was confirmed to be genuine Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain.

Valued at 800,000.

Bought for 8,000, sold for 800,000.

In one transaction,

It soared a hundredfold, a huge bargain.

Becoming a much-talked-about story on Antique Street!

Chen Yang's move at this moment was to intercept it.

To forcibly snatch the opportunity that originally belonged to the white-haired elder.

This huge bargain, I'm taking it!

...Chen Yang's sudden appearance made the Middle-aged Drunkard overjoyed.

He had originally intended to extort a bit.

If he could sell it for 8,000, he would.

If not, 6,000 would also be acceptable.

He didn't expect

A fool to pop up in the middle, offering 10,000!

Which was a full 2,000 higher than his expected target.

He immediately turned to look at the white-haired elder.

"Elder, if you think it's too expensive, would you mind letting this esteemed gentleman have it?"

"He's offering 10,000!"

The white-haired elder did not reply, but instead looked at Chen Yang.

His eyes were full of doubt.

"Young man, why would you spend 10,000 to buy a low-quality replica?"

"I can confirm that this vase should be worth around 3,000, at most 4,000."

Chen Yang hadn't spoken yet.

The Middle-aged Drunkard, who was standing nearby, suddenly glared at the Four-Eyed Manager.

"Didn't you say that buying my vase for 2,000 would be a loss?"

"Only offering 2,000 for something worth 4,000, cutting the price in half, you're truly heartless!"

The Four-Eyed Manager remained silent, looking embarrassed.

Chen Yang faced the white-haired elder's piercing gaze, feeling a little nervous inside.

This white-haired elder was old and cunning; trying to play tricks in front of him was a huge challenge!

Even the slightest oversight or carelessness would not escape his keen eyes.

If he were to spot any clues, it would be troublesome.

However,

Chen Yang's psychological fortitude was excellent!

He raised an eyebrow and pouted his lips.

He had the air of a Second-generation rich heir, a big-tailed wolf who didn't care about money.

Making people dislike him at first glance!

His acting was comparable to a Best Actor!

"Tsk... Isn't it just 10,000 yuan?"

"What a fuss over nothing!"

He pointed at the porcelain vase with his finger, extremely disdainfully.

His face full of arrogance.

"What's so great about this broken thing?"

"To be honest with you, I don't understand anything about ceramics, but my sister loves flower arranging."

"She asked me to buy a vase, and I think this thing is pretty good, barely usable."

"It's that simple!"

"Hehe!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyeballs practically shattering!

What the hell is this?

Where did this show-off come from?