The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 204 Another mystery
"I'll add another 6 yuan, [-] yuan." Bi Wenbin reported another number.

The shop owner's heart beat faster. He knew very well that as long as Bi Wenbin checked the antiques, they would be worth whatever he said they were worth.

Bi Wenbin is the absolute authority on antiques. It is no exaggeration to say that even if it is a fake, if Bi Wenbin says it is real, more than 90.00% of people will think it is real.

"Young man, Mr. Bi is an expert in antiques. This copybook of yours is worthless on the market. Since Mr. Bi likes it, sell it to him quickly."

"Yeah, hurry up and take action. 6 yuan is already a very outrageous price. If you miss this village, you won't have this store."

The people watching were afraid that Ye Feng would be stupid, so they tried to persuade him one after another.They also have good intentions. After all, in the antique circle, rookies are really pitiful.

"Mr. Bi, it's not a question of more money or less. I really like this copybook and I can't bear to sell it." Ye Feng still shook his head.

It was clear that he was reluctant to sell it, but Li Zhengde couldn't bear it anymore and said directly to Bi Wenbin: "Old Bi, he is my son-in-law, this copybook belongs to me, and since you like it, I will give it to you. "

Li Zhengde said this from the bottom of his heart. Although he had been involved in the antiques circle for so many years, he had never had the chance to meet Bi Wenbin. Today was an excellent opportunity.

If you can make friends with Bi Wenbin, even if you spend 60 to buy a fake today, it will be a worthwhile trip.

"This is not possible, I have to give you the money." Bi Wenbin waved his hand quickly.

Ye Feng quickly took the copybook from Bi Wenbin's hand: "Dad, this copybook cannot be sold or given away."

"Ye Feng, you are really going to rebel!" Li Zhengde pointed at Ye Feng and said angrily: "Bring me the copybook!"

"Ye Feng, what are you going to do!" Li Ruoyun was also a little angry and stamped his feet. He really didn't know if Ye Feng took the wrong medicine today.

The shop owner quickly walked up to Bi Wenbin and said with a smile: "Old Bi, I still have this kind of copybook in my shop. Since he doesn't want to sell it, why not take a look at the ones in my shop. The level of copying is much higher than the ones in his hands. "

"No need." Bi Wenbin waved his hand.

He had seen everything that happened here in the crowd just now, and he didn't have any good impression of this profiteer.

The shop owner looked disappointed. He wanted to say something more, but moved his mouth but didn't say anything because Bi Wenbin's attention was not on him at all.

"Brother Ye Feng, are you really unwilling to give up your love and sell it to me?" Bi Wenbin still asked Ye Feng for his opinion, because he had just seen that this copybook was chosen by Ye Feng himself.

The reason why Bi Wenbin paid such a high price was because of the paper used to copy the copybooks.

This is an ancient patterned paper that has been handed down very rarely, so many people don’t know about it.

What Bi Wenbin wanted to buy was actually not words, but paper, a kind of paper with collectible value.

Ye Feng's tone was affirmative: "Mr. Bi, I'm sorry."

"Okay." Bi Wenbin sighed, then turned around and wanted to leave.

Li Zhengde became anxious: "Ye Feng, you loser, you are really pissing me off! Give me the copybook!"

As he spoke, Li Zhengde came to grab the copybook from Ye Feng's hand, but Ye Feng easily dodged it.

Ye Feng knew in his heart that Li Zhengde wanted to make friends with Bi Wenbin, so he suddenly shouted to Bi Wenbin: "Mr. Bi, please wait a moment."

Bi Wenbin turned around and looked at Ye Feng: "Have you changed your mind?" "No, I want Mr. Bi and everyone to witness the miracle of this copybook." Ye Feng said with a smile.

witness the miracle?

Everyone looked at each other in shock, thinking that this young man would not be so disappointed that he would go crazy. What miracles could a copy of a copybook do?
Seeing that Ye Feng didn't seem to be joking, Bi Wenbin also became interested: "Little friend Ye Feng, is there another mystery behind this copybook?"

Ye Feng nodded: "That's right. The value of this copybook is immeasurable."

Bi Wenbin smiled: "Little friend Ye Feng, let me tell you the truth. The reason why I am willing to pay 6 yuan to buy this copybook is because this copybook uses ancient pattern paper. Although ancient pattern paper is rare, it is not rare. What you said is so exaggerated, [-] yuan is already its limit price."

In Bi Wenbin's view, this young man who had met him once might have wanted to take this opportunity to impress the public.

When the shop owner heard Bi Wenbin tell him the true value of this copybook, his face turned a little bitter. He really didn't know what ancient patterned paper was.

An expert is an expert, and the little antique knowledge in his head is really incomparable to him.

"Little brother, let me tell you the truth. The copybook in your hand has been in my shop for three years. Today, Bi Laohui is still discerning and has discovered its true value. You don't want to do whatever you want. It's impossible to raise its price any higher." The shop owner sneered.

"Boss, don't you believe there is something else going on with this copybook?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows.

"I don't believe it!" The shop owner missed the ancient pattern paper and was very depressed. This kid actually wanted to stimulate himself.

Ye Feng smiled: "Since the boss doesn't believe it, how about we make a bet?"

"What bet, tell me!"

"If the copybook in my hand contains the universe, then you will ask my dad to return the painting he bought from your shop and pay him back 60 yuan. If there is nothing strange about the copybook, I will return the copybook to you. When the time comes, you will How about selling it to Mr. Bi?" Ye Feng told the bet.

The shop owner's heart moved and he immediately agreed: "No problem, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. Please help me bear witness."

After speaking, the shop owner bowed his hands to the onlookers.

There are fools every year, especially this year. From the shop owner's point of view, Ye Feng undoubtedly gave him a regret medicine. When he wins the copybook and sells it to Bi Wenbin, it will be perfect.

"Ye Feng, stop messing around."

The smart Li Ruoyun had already figured out that Ye Feng had done all this on purpose, but Bi Wenbin explained everything about the copybook. How could there be another mystery? At that time, Ye Feng shot himself in the foot. However, It was the disciple who caused a joke.

"Girl, just let him make trouble. I'll see how he ends up!" At this point, Li Zhengde was disappointed and helpless. Who made him unlucky to have such a come-to-do son-in-law?

"Boss, do you have any alcohol here?" Ye Feng asked.

The shop owner turned around and walked into the shop. He quickly took out a bottle of alcohol and handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng opened the copybook in his hand and laid it on the wooden table, then took the alcohol, unscrewed the lid, frowned and took a deep sip into his mouth.

This scene stunned everyone. It was medical alcohol. If you drank it, you would only get a 120 call.

However, Ye Feng did not drink alcohol, but sprayed alcohol on the copybook on the table.

(End of this chapter)