Chapter 436: The Trick Is to Be Tricked

"How much are you willing to pay?"

Xia Dong's face was gloomy, and he wished he could slap Song Yun hard. He had never met such a difficult person before.

"4.5 million!"

"I have said just now that at this price, not a penny, not a penny, if you want to sell it, sell it to me, if you don't want to sell it to me, bring your antiques and leave quickly! "

Song Yun looked at Xia Dong. His current mentality was very simple. It was a good thing to be able to buy the little plum bottle in Xia Dong's hand, but if he couldn't buy it, it didn't matter. It was a good thing to make a pair of antiques. If we can't make it together, the sky won't fall.

Xia Dong's angry face turned black and finally developed, Song Ming's words simply mean that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and it is really a headache without giving up even half a step after biting on a price.

"Not for sale!"

Xia Dong gritted his teeth fiercely, reached out and picked up the small plum bottle on the table, and immediately left Wang Li's antique shop.

Looking at Xia Dong's back, Wang Li shook his head, wanting to make money from someone like Song Yun, it was really too much.

"Mr. Song, to be honest, I think 13 million to buy the bottle in Xia Dong's hand to make a pair, it's not too expensive, it's a little higher than the market price, but it's not too high. In fact, it's still acceptable."

Wang Li does feel a little regretful. Although the blue and white and foreign colored pomegranates opened in the Qing Dynasty Qianlong period are not a peerless treasure, they are not too bad. After all, they are a few million things, not everywhere. Some Chinese cabbage.

"Boss Wang, what you said is actually right, but people like me eat soft and not hard."

"If Xia Dong doesn't play tricks, just bring a pair of foot plum bottles, let alone 15 million, even if he adds another two or three million, I am willing to give it to him."

"Dig a hole for me, and wanted me to jump in, but I didn't give up when I found out that the hole couldn't be made. A persimmon made a big mouth, but I can't blame me!"

"From the perspective of antique collection, the plum bottle in front of me is relatively small, and the people who like it are far less than the people who don't like it. I don't particularly like this kind of thing. After I buy it, I will definitely sell it. Why bother In fact, even if I like this plum bottle very much, I won't charge a high price for someone like Xia Dong."

"There are so many antiques in the world, many in pairs, there is no need to tie them to a tree, right?"

Song Yun is not a person who has a hobby of collecting. In his eyes, antiques are just commodities. They are bought to sell. In this case, they must pay attention to costs and profits. Such a thing is simply impossible to accept.

Wang Li nodded thoughtfully. Song Ming was undoubtedly right. From another point of view, someone like Xia Dong must have someone teach him a good lesson.

Xia Dong rushed out of the perfect antique shop and was arranged by Xia Yu at the corner of the street.

"what?"

"Brother, what's going on?"

"Could it be that the plum bottle has not been sold?"

Xia Yu took a look and found that Xia Dong was angry, the bag in his hand was heavy, and it seemed that it still contained the small bottle.

Xia Dong didn't speak, he walked forward with his head buried in it, his footsteps were fast.

Xia Yu was unprepared for a while, and was pulled down five or six meters in a blink of an eye. There was no other way but to trot to catch up.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

"what's going on?"

Xia Yu grabbed Xia Dong and asked what happened.

"Didn't you already guess?"

"The little plum bottle is indeed not sold!"

Xia Dong said angrily.

"what?"

"How is this possible?"

"How could it not be sold?"

"The person named Song Yun has money. He already has one, and he definitely wants the other to make a pair. There's no reason not to buy it!"

Xia Yu was a little dumbfounded. It was not the first time that he and Xia Dong had used piles of antiques to dig pits to make money. They succeeded every time. This time, they expected 100% to succeed. , and now it has suffered from Waterloo, I really don't understand.

Xia Dong sighed deeply and told what happened.

Xia Yu was absolutely stunned after hearing this, and never thought that the whole process would be so tortuous.

"It's impossible, right?"

"How is this possible?"

"It doesn't make sense at all, does it?"

"He doesn't want to buy 15 million?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Xia Yu said one sentence after another, I really couldn't understand.

"Xia Yu, this time we really got a head start!"

"The solid one!"

"This Song Yun is very difficult to deal with!"

Xia Dong sighed, until now he has not fully recovered, Song Yun did not follow common sense, and he really couldn't resist.

"What do we do now?"

"Could it be that this little plum bottle fell into our hands?"

Xia Yu was very worried about this matter. When he bought this pair of blue-and-white and foreign-colored pomegranates, he spent nearly 9 million yuan to open the Baizi Xiaomei bottle. 2 million, in other words, the one in hand must be sold for at least 7 million to be able to repay the original price. If it cannot be sold at such a price, it can only be smashed in the hand, and there are only two final outcomes. , One is that the antiques are left in the hand, and the loss of 7 million or 7 million becomes a bad debt. The other way is of course to sell it cheaply. In this way, you can only lose a little less, and don’t think about making money.

"How to do?"

"Is this kind of thing worth thinking about?"

"We buy antiques to sell them, and we play to make money, not to collect them. The little plum bottle must be sold!"

Xia Dong didn't even think about it, and immediately made a decision. This is an obvious matter, and there is nothing to consider.

"Brother, it's certain to sell it, but I'm worried that it won't sell for a price!"

Xia Yu smiled bitterly, why didn't he know that it must be sold, the question is whether it can be sold at a price.

"what?"

"Can't sell the price?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Xia Dong couldn't react for a while.

Xia Yu briefly explained the reasoning inside.

Xia Dong's face changed greatly.

7 million?

Xia Yu was right, the blue-and-white-and-yang-colored pomegranate in his hand couldn't be sold at this price. In other words, it was a loss!

"In fact, in my opinion, let alone 7 million, even 4.5 million cannot be sold!"

"As long as Song Yun sends out the wind, saying that another small plum bottle is in his hands, others will definitely lower the price if they see us selling it!"

Xia Dong's face turned pale again. This is definitely the legend of stealing chickens without losing money. This time, the two brothers were pitted by others, and they were devastated.