The dozen weapons on the booth are long and short, swords and even spearheads, spearheads and arrows.

The quality of these weapons is also different, with scars and intact conditions. The only similarity is that the surface of these weapons is full of rust and traces of erosion by time.

"Hey, there's actually a hijab."

At this time, Yu Feibai also came over, picked up a knife with a very serious rust spot, and the sharp blade had been completely blunted, and then gently waved it.

This knife is not long, only one and a half feet, with a straight back and a straight blade, shaped like a hatchet. It was a knife used by hunters in the mountains in southwest China. Since there were no roads in the mountains in the ancient southwest region, and there were many thorns in the grass and trees.

Hunters use this kind of knife to overcome all obstacles and open up roads in the mountains, so they have the name of a mountain knife.

It can be seen that this ridge should be an ancient item, at least something before the founding of the People's Republic of China. The handle of the knife is a kind of wood, which has now become a bit rotten. There are several subtle notches on the blade, and one of them is very cracked.

It was serious, almost reaching the back of the knife, and it was only one centimeter away to break the blade in half.

Therefore, Yu Feibai took it lightly and did not dare to use force at all. He was afraid that the knife would break as soon as he tried. At this time, Mr. Anderson also came with a little confused mood and asked: "Change, your sense of these weapons is true.

interest?"

"You ask him this." Yu Feibai pointed to Wang Guan without expressing any comments.

After all, it is a Chinese weapon. If you are not interested, you will inevitably be suspected of belittle yourself. But these things are a little bit tattered. If you insist that you like them, you are lying against your conscience.

So Yu Feibai simply kept silent and let Wang Guan make his own decision.

However, Wang Guan did not agree. After randomly looking at these weapons, he suddenly said: "Mr. Anderson, if you are willing to give me a few small bottles and add these weapons, then the Malays will belong to you."

"What bottle?"

Mr. Anderson was stunned and looked over. He immediately shouted, "Oh, God, this is unfair."

It turned out that the direction Wang Guan pointed was a glass counter opposite. There was a row of snuff bottles displayed in the counter. Each snuff bottle had different shapes and materials. There were glass textures and porcelain.

The texture of the body also includes jade, jade, etc., which is very exquisite and beautiful.

Although Wang Guan didn't look closely, he knew that the snuff bottles on the counter were definitely a fine product. After all, unlike the collection of snuff bottles that only emerged in recent decades in China, foreign countries began to collect snuff bottles in the late Qing Dynasty.

Especially the royal family, nobles and rich people in Europe, they like this exquisite thing very much and often buy it at a high cost. Therefore, over the past 100 years, there have been more treasures of snuff bottles abroad than in China, and some foreigners even study snuff bottles.

It is more in-depth and thorough than domestic experts and scholars.

"Mr. Anderson, I think it's fair." At this time, Yu Feibai smiled and said, "A few small bottles, plus some disabled weapons, replace a Malays with a handful of Malays. No matter how you look at it, you will make a profit."

"Nonono..." Mr. Anderson shook his head, "The value of snuff bottles is higher."

This should be what Mr. Anderson said in his heart. After all, the value of things that can be stored in the vacuum glass counter is definitely not comparable to that of the Qing Dynasty imitation Yuan blue and white vases that are casually placed outside. And this row of broken and rusty weapons can be compared to

.Even in Mr. Anderson's mind, even the value of Malays is not as valuable as those snuff bottles.

Of course, the so-called value is also relatively subjective, so the auction houses often create incredible sky-high prices. Now Mr. Anderson thinks that Malay Sword is not as valuable as a snuff bottle. If it is replaced by another Malay Blade Cold Weapon, it is a fanatical person.

If enthusiasts are present, they may not think so.

At the same time, Wang Guan followed the good side and pointed at something else and smiled: "Since Mr. Anderson doesn't want it, I don't want a bottle anymore. It's okay to replace it with this plate."

Yu Feibai looked and found that Wang Guan was referring to a large plate. He looked carefully and saw that the plate had a fine body and glaze, rich color, plump glaze, and white glaze color. In addition, lotus flowers and lotus pods were painted in the center of the plate.

Aquatic plants such as , , , duckweed and other satin plants are tied together with ribbons. Under the reflection of the light, the blue and white colors produce a dreamy tin light effect, which is beautiful.

At first glance, Yu Feibai immediately smiled, and he immediately concluded that Mr. Anderson would not change it.

As expected, Mr. Anderson shook his head without thinking and said, "Wang, this is not possible. It is a lotus pattern plate with blue and white in Yongle, worth more than two million US dollars."

"The cup doesn't work, the bottles don't work, and the plates don't work."

At this time, Wang Guan said helplessly: "Mr. Anderson, you are very insincere."

Mr. Anderson smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "Dear King, it's not that I have no sincerity, but that you are asking for too high a price."

"Mr. Anderson, that's what you are wrong."

Of course, Yu Feibai was helping his own people, and accused him without hesitation: "You brought us here, it was clearly agreed to Wang Guan's decision to exchange things for things. Now he has selected a few things, but you don't agree to exchange them.

, it's more like cheating."

"Yu, you can't make a fuss." Mr. Anderson frowned and said, "The principle of exchange is equivalence. There is no need to be absolutely fair. At least under basic fairness, an agreement can be reached..."

"So Mr. Anderson thinks, how can exchange be considered fair and reasonable?" Wang Guan asked in reverse.

"One million dollars."

Mr. Anderson did not beat around the bush, and directly stretched out a finger, then drew a circle indoors, and smiled: "Or, as long as it does not exceed this price, you can choose whatever you want."

"Mr. Anderson, you are too stingy, which goes against your reputation of generosity." Yu Feibai shook his head and said, "You have protected all good things. Those who are not protected by the cover are ordinary items, and even

There are fakes…”

“No, no, no, there are good ones.”

Mr. Anderson shook his head repeatedly and pointed to a stone beside him and said, "Look at this, the Indian stone carvings are more than two thousand years old."

Wang Guan looked carefully and found that the stone had a vague pattern, but what specific pattern was? Because the stone was very weathered, it could not be recognized at all. Of course, even if Mr. Anderson did not lie, such things had at most cultural research value.

, economic value may not be worth much.

"Not interested." Wang Guan directly rejected it.

"What about this one."

Mr. Anderson took a few steps, picked up a comma-like stone on a tray, and smiled and said, "This is the Japanese magma, and the legend has magical power."

"Haha, Wang Guan, that thing is good. Just get three pieces together and it will be a Sharingan." Yu Feibai glanced at it and smiled and joked: "Or collect more, and it will become a kaleidoscope."

"You go."

Wang Guan was speechless. That thing might have been very precious in ancient Japan. After all, Japan does not produce high-quality jade, and jade is of great value, but it is not very valuable now. Besides, Wang Guan thinks that there is a limit to worship foreign countries and fascination with foreign countries, Europe and the United States

That's all, South Korea and Japan should respect Xie Bumin to avoid scolding.

At this time, Mr. Anderson obviously understood the mistake he made and quickly remedyed it: "Wang, you don't like jade, right? There are Chinese sculptures here. Look at how beautiful this statue is, full of oriental charm.

.”

Wang Guan looked curiously and found that the sculpture was indeed very beautiful and charming. The statue is a well-known figure, with a beautiful long beard, a maroon face, and a big knife in his hand, which is indeed full of oriental charm.

"Hello, Second Master."

Yu Feibai went over to worship, touched the statue again, and then turned around and said, "Ordinary wood, judging from the style of carving, it should be a Guangdong-style technique. Looking at the traces of smoke and burning, it is probably nearly a hundred years ago.

.”

"That's right."

Mr. Anderson nodded and said, "I bought this statue in Chinatown, USA. According to the people who sold it to me, it was brought to the United States by his grandfather from China in the late Qing Dynasty..."

"Can you say it's someone from Zhigongtang?" Yu Feibai thought about it.

"Why do you care about that much?"

Wang Guan said without hesitation: "If you like it, just take it, anyway, this thing is worth up to one hundred dollars."

"wrong."

Mr Anderson retorted: "It's five hundred dollars."

"Well……"

Yu Feibai was stunned, and then said with great certainty: "That's what you've been cheated."

"Really?"

Mr. Anderson sighed: "That's a pity!"

Next to him, Wang Guan shook his head bored, ignored the two of them talking nonsense, and directly walked around the statue and continued to look at other things. At this time, a pile of debris in the corner attracted his attention.

After getting closer, Wang Guan immediately saw that the so-called miscellaneous items were books that were obviously ancient and were engraved with silk thread.

Seeing this, Wang Guan hurriedly picked up a few books and looked at them. He found that the books were well preserved. Although they were a little wrinkled, the text content inside was clearly visible and there was no blur and defilement.

Seeing this, Wang Guan was even happier and had time to read the title and publish the year.

"The Analects of Confucius, Mencius, Enlightenment Q&A..."

Wang Guan looked through several books and found that most of these books were Confucian classics, and they were not very long. They were published and engraved during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty, only more than a hundred years ago.

"Many ancient books." At the same time, Yu Feibai also came over, looked at it for a moment and whispered: "Wang Guan, these things are rare in China and are more valuable for collection."

"I know!"

Wang Guan nodded slightly, then stood up and asked, "Mr. Anderson, where did you buy these books?"

"It's the one who sold the statue of God and packed it to me together." In an instant, a sly look flashed through Mr. Anderson's eyes and smiled: "The statue of God, including all books, cost me 500,000 US dollars."

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Chapter completed!