Chapter 1377

Cao Cao Weiguo did not pick it up with his hand; instead, he took a magnifying glass from his shoulder bag, held it close to the tea cup, glanced at it, and said with words held back, "This item is in good condition, but the origin of these things..."

The seller's face immediately changed, and with a slightly embarrassed expression, he said, "Little comrade, you are an expert; let's not dig too deep. Just check if any of these items catch your eye. If there is something you like, name your price; if not, then forget it."

Cao Cao Weiguo walked to the wooden box, shone a flashlight on it, pretended to ponder for a moment, and said, "Old man, I will take all of your things."

"This... this whole box... you want it all?"

The seller widened his eyes in surprise, thinking he must have been hallucinating.

Cao Cao Weiguo turned off the flashlight and said calmly, "I want it all, but let me state the ugly truth upfront: you must give a fair price. If you try to rip me off, there is no deal."

The seller's face was full of joy, and he was very happy in his heart.

Although these things were said to be family heirlooms passed down from ancestors, in reality, they were obtained by his father through grave robbing.

If this were before the Liberation, these things might have been worth a lot of money.

But now, Mandajie is full of broken and old junk; keeping these things at home is a disaster.

If they could really be exchanged for money all at once, it would be a great thing for the family.

Sweat beaded on the seller's forehead, and with a nervous heart, he held up two fingers: "Two hundred."

Cao Cao Weiguo threw out a "Farewell," turned around, and was about to leave.

The seller hurriedly reached out and grabbed him: "Don't go, little comrade. Ask for the sky, negotiate on the ground; you can negotiate the price down."

Desperation is not a bargain!

Nowadays, the market for antiques and cultural relics is a buyer's market; antiques and cultural relics are not even as good as Chinese cabbage.

The seller understood clearly in his heart that if he failed to sell these things this time, nine times out of ten they would remain unsold in his hands, or he would have to sell them at an even lower price.

Cao Cao Weiguo picked out half a bronze mirror from the wooden box and placed it on the table: "I won't mention the origin of the things in your box. To put it plainly, even if I buy these things back, I am just collecting them out of pure preference. Trying to resell them for profit is difficult!"

After ancient people died, some would be buried with half a bronze mirror; the other half would be held by the other party during the burial, symbolizing the reunion of a broken mirror.

It was because of this half bronze mirror that Cao Cao Weiguo saw the origin of the things in this box at a single glance.

Burial objects are unlucky!

Let alone now, even during times when the antique market was good, they were hard to sell.

The seller, of course, was clear about this situation. Knowing he could not fool the young man before him, he forced a smile and said, "Then, little comrade, name your number."

Cao Cao Weiguo said, "I know the old man urgently needs money. The condition of your things is also quite good, and I will not take advantage of your predicament. If you are willing to sell, including the bronze jue from before, I will give you fifty yuan."

After hearing this, the seller fell silent for a moment, then made a determined decision and said, "Alright then, fifty it is."

His son is currently detained in the detention center and needs to pay a fine of thirty.

Buying these things for fifty, after paying the fine, there will still be surplus.

If his family's pot were not truly empty, he would not have agreed to let his son take the risk at the Pigeon Market.

His son took the jade cicada to the Pigeon Market, but ended up earning no money and losing himself in the process.

Now that his son is locked up in the detention center, rather than leaving these things at home to gather dust, it is better to exchange them for money to bail him out, and the remaining money can still subsidize the household expenses.

Since the seller had agreed, Cao Cao Weiguo immediately took five large ten-yuan notes from his shoulder bag and handed them to the seller.

Glancing casually, the seller was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back.

Inside the shoulder bag, there was not only money but also a shiny black Mauser pistol.

After taking the money and counting it twice, the seller said tremblingly, "It's correct, little comrade."

Cao Cao Weiguo put the bronze jue into the wooden box, held the box, smiled, and said, "Money and goods are settled; farewell!"

With his head covered in cold sweat, the seller watched Cao Cao Weiguo and Lu Jin Peng leave, saying, "Take care, no need to see you off!"