90,000 Years of Longevity

Chapter 281: Antique Hustler

As the largest trading market in the East China Sea, this kind of place, in addition to many tourists, also gave birth to another industry.

Antique hustler.

Yes... Just like the meaning of a bar hustler.

These people usually positioned near the street.

Anyone who looked like a wealthy person would be targeted by them, then they would move in and sell some antiques.

"Sir, you see, this folding fan looks very old, right? Let me tell you, this is made by Emperor Bamboo in the Yuan Dynasty. It is absolutely genuine. I have noticed you since you first stepped your foot in here. I think we two are predestined. And the most important thing about antiques is fate. If not, how do you think that the original price of 50,000 Yuan is reduced to 10,000 Yuan? How about it? It's not a loss, right?" The man next to Ye Bei was obviously an antique hustler who was hired by a certain antique store to catch more customers. After speaking this paragraph in one breath, he didn't even stop. It was not known how many times he had memorized it in his heart.

Ye Bei said nothing. He just kept walking normally.

Although the voice of the person next to him kept on, in Ye Bei's view, this was more alive, so he didn't stop it.

"Sir, sir, listen to me... If you think 10,000 is too expensive, I can make another discount, only 5,000 Yuan! Just 5,000 and you can take this thing away... if it's not because the folding fan is from the grave, I will never sell it at such a low price..."

When the man said this, he put a hand on his chest, and from time to time an old bamboo fan was exposed from it.

However, Ye Bei still did not answer.

He continued walking.

Unconsciously, he had reached the middle of this Confucian Temple. Only then did Ye Bei slow down a little.

Because the front was the Year's Trace Antique Shop, it was full of people.

Ye Bei looked lightly.

As the man with eyebrows and squirrel eyes who followed him saw this, he moved to Ye Bei again, "Hey... little brother, are you not interested in this? Let me tell you... There are nine out of ten antique shops of this kind. It's a fake shop and you will lose your money for sure if you buy things here. And this shop is now being watched by James' team, it will definitely be finished! In the past few days, the Confucian Temple has closed at least ten shops because of James' team."

"Why?"

Ye Bei's eyes narrowed slightly.

Originally, the man next to him felt that he had spotted the wrong customer, but after hearing this, he was immediately happy, "Why? It's just because of a simple truth... Do you know how antique shops make money? It's actually very simple, they collected antiques, and then set the price deliberately. Most of the prices are normal! But...there are some fakes and genuine ones, so they are different."

When the man said this, he turned his head and wanted to wait for Ye Bei to continue asking.

But the result was quite disappointing.

Although Ye Bei stopped... But in those eyes, it was too plain, there was no wave or the slightest curiosity, just watched quietly, nothing more.

"This guy is really weird!" The man murmured in his heart, feeling a little boring, but he continued, "Some antique shops are easy for the owner to miss. This leads to the direct treatment of some genuine products as ordinary. Once they buy it, they will make a profit for sure. In the same way, the boss also treats some counterfeit products as genuine... If they are sold like this, the boss will make a lot of money."

"En." After Ye Bei heard it, he said softly.

The man frowned slightly.

He felt that Ye Bei was strange... At the same time, he wanted to stimulate him severely.

So he immediately said, "The team of James I mentioned is specialized in antiques. It is said that they are from abroad. There are more than ten people on the team... Among them, James is especially interested in antiques from China. In the past few days, they have been sweeping a lot of antiques in the Confucian Temple. If they just buy it, it's nothing! The key is that this team is quite powerful... They only buy the low-priced antiques that the bosses have missed. And they do nothing to leave the bosses behind. Whenever they see counterfeit being marked at a high price, they will directly break it on the spot. With this, the Confucian Temple Shops could not do business at all and closed down one after another."

"That's right." The corner of Ye Bei's mouth moved slightly, and he answered faintly.

"Huh?" The man seemed to be a little upset, "From their point of view, it must be correct... But don't forget that these antiques are all national treasures of our country. Now they have been bought by them at a low price, when it is time to sell it to the people at a high price, it is equivalent to a white wolf hiding in a group of sheep, invisibly sucking the blood of our Chinese people."

When he said this, the man still looked angrily.

One really couldn't see it on weekdays that this guy had such a patriotic heart.

Only when these words fell did the man lean his head, and his voice became sneaky again, "If these foreigners are not so annoying, to be honest, I would like to sell this folding fan to them, at least I can sell it for a few hundred thousand. But I can't do it, I can't make money without my conscience. So these days, I have been looking for a buyer in this Confucian Temple. Little brother, you are dressed in white, and you look like a celestial. I think only you are worthy of this fan in entire China. So how about going cheaper 2,000 Yuan... you won't be at a loss!"

"No need. Go to this store first." Ye Bei's voice was very indifferent.

"What's so good about this... it's been several days already. In the beginning, I also watched the excitement. Later, I discovered that the antique shop owner here was nothing more than an idiot, all of them was run down by a foreigner! I just find myself uncomfortable... If you really want to buy an antique, you'd better go to another store." The man spoke quickly.

But Ye Bei ignored him as he slowly walked towards the shop.

Originally, there were so many people around this shop, so dense that other people couldn't get in at all.

But when Ye Bei walked over, it was as if those people had negotiated in advance, they gave way one after another.

"F*ck... this also works?"

When the man next to Ye Bei saw this, he spat on the ground fiercely. When he saw those people gave way, his eyes almost popped out, but then, he quickly followed behind.

It was not that he didn't want to watch and it was not because of dignity either...

It was because he couldn't get in before.