After twenty years of age, Xing Laoliu and Mazi came out of Xu Dayou's house with the monk's skirt. Of course, he left 80,000 yuan when he left.

No matter how serious Xu Dayou said, he would exaggerate the value of his thing, but in Xing Laoliu, he said, will you sell this thing? If you don’t sell it, I will turn around and leave. No one except me dares to accept your things in Yulin realm. I will give you 80,000 now. If you delay for a minute and don’t sell it, and bargain with me, I will only give you 70,000 in the next minute.

For Xu Dayou, who is now in poverty, 80,000 yuan, it is equivalent to his income for two years, or it may be enough for him to go to the poker table for a while.

On the way back, Xing Laoliu tossed and turned at the monk's skirt in his hand, checked it for half a day and threw it to the horse-boy, saying, "There should be some secret behind this thing, but I couldn't see it after watching it for a long time? Or do we don't know how to investigate?"

The mamasain also looked at it for a while, shook his head and said that he had nothing to do, but said, "I have asked many people on the Antique Street. These two people have found many places to inquire with people, and they obviously value it very much. Later, I specially asked a friend and asked about it. They had four or five days in the hotel they settled in Yulin, which means they have spent a lot of time here."

"Yes, it's obvious that they care about it so much. It's a pity that we are a little reluctant to enter. Let's do this. After I go back, I'll study it carefully and slow it down. Let's meet them tomorrow..."

After returning home, Xing Laoliu took a monk's skirt and came to the old man at home. Xing Laoliu belonged to his son to inherit his father's business. A long time ago, Old Man Xing was a well-known tomb robber in northern Shaanxi. Especially in the identification of antiquities, Xing Laoliu's skills were all passed down from his father. Later, the world was peaceful and the country was so convenient to arrest him. He also followed his father's advice and washed his hands and turned to a broker.

Old man Xing took the monk's skirt brought back by his son, looked back and forth, and said with great confidence: "This thing is indeed a unique thing. You didn't find it before because the method was wrong, and the other one was not experienced."

"How to say it?"

Old man Xing smiled and said, "It's a very simple question. I have been to Tibet for several times. I have seen monks and lamas over there. The texture of the monk skirts they wore is not as good as the one you brought back. Although this one has been around for many years, I guess it should be from around the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but the material has not faded at all, nor has it been pulled or cracked. Secondly, the thickness is different. You can use your hands to fumble it and then fold it down. Or if you find the same material and try it, you will find that the feel of the two is very different."

Xing Laoliu suddenly realized it, so he frowned and asked, "Dad, what if I want to know what is hidden inside this thing? I won't tear it apart, right?"

Old man Xing shook his head and said, "If you do this, the buyer will definitely know that you have moved it. Secondly, you have to understand that this thing may be of great use to them, but it may be an object to you. The history of this monk skirt has lasted for only a few hundred years, so the things inside are of this age. In your hands, you may sell it for hundreds of thousands of yuan, but if you sell it to them, I guess it will be at least doubled."

Xing Laoliu originally thought that he would open it without missing a trace to see what it was inside, but after hearing what his father said, he would relieve this. After all, it was worthless in his hands, but if he wanted to sell it to Wang Zan and Feng Zhining, it would be worth it. So the idea was abolished, and then he contacted Wang Zan and said that he had found something here.

Wang Zan and Feng Zhining were surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect that the other party would succeed so soon. It was a bit beyond their expectations, so they immediately made an appointment to meet and deal in the evening. Xing Laoliu also said it was OK and he would make an appointment at the teahouse they met last time.

Afterwards, Xing Laoliu came out of his house and was about to drive to the teahouse to wait for Wang Zan and Feng Zhining to come. He was still thinking about it when he was on the way that he had to ask for the right price for this thing. Since he didn't know what it was in the monk group, Xing Laoliu couldn't understand its actual value, so he thought for a while that it would be no problem for him to ask for hundreds of thousands. If the other party bargained, it would be fine if he reduced it down.

On the other hand, when Wang Zan and Feng Zhining went to the teahouse, they were also thinking about this question. How much is the right amount? If you give too much, it will inevitably make the other party suspicious, but if you give less, it will not be possible. If Xing Laoliu reneged on his word, they would feel that it would be better to let the other party speak first and then deal with it as appropriate.

Twenty minutes later, the teahouse where Wang Zan and Feng Zhining arrived first sat in the private room last time waiting for each other to come.

On the way to come, about seven or eight minutes before the teahouse, Xing Laoliu suddenly answered a call, which was called by him, a man who said that several customers from the north wanted to meet him and talk about the matter.

"I have something to do now. I guess it will be done in about half an hour or an hour. This way, you ask them to come to the teahouse and I will talk to them after I finish talking about this. This will save you trouble, right?"

The maid replied to the customer over there, and the other party said that there was nothing, so he made an appointment at the teahouse to meet Xing Laoliu.

Ten minutes passed, Xing Laoliu stopped the car when he arrived at the place. At the same time, his mate also drove over in a business car. Three people walked out of Buick. Two young men in grades and the old man in one, five or six years old, greeted him enthusiastically after seeing Xing Laoliu. It was obvious that both sides knew each other before.

"Brother Xing, your business is pretty good. I just came to Yulin to meet you. Who knew that your schedule was still full?" the old man stretched out his hand and said.

After Xing Laoliu got out of the car, he was holding the monk's skirt. When he saw the other party reaching out, he handed the thing to his left hand and then shook it with the other party.

Xing Laoliu's action attracted the other party's attention. The three people glanced at his hands and asked casually: "Boss Xing, what are you holding?"
Chapter completed!