Zhou Xiru quickly sorted out the information about Siyang Fangzun, the treasure of the National Museum of China, and the sacrificial ritual vessels from the late Shang Dynasty. The specific time was about 14th to 11th century BC, with a height of 58.3 cm, a length of 52.4 cm, and a weight of 34.5 kg.

She asked to memorize this information when she was in school before, but there was no way, she was an art student...

After careful investigation, the height of this bronze four sheep square entourage should be only 45 cm, and the entire size is a large circle smaller than that of the National Museum. It is also a fine cloud and thunder pattern as the base, with Kuilong pattern and Taotie pattern.

Unlike the one in the National Museum, this "Four Sheep Square Lord" does not have a burnt leaf pattern, but a sun pattern, and the bird patterns on the sheep are particularly prominent and obvious.

The overall shape and proportion are perfect and exquisite, with smooth lines and smooth, hard and soft beauty.

The old stall owner looked at her and smiled and said, "Little girl, do you want to look at Fang Yi next to her?"

Zhou Xiru pretended to be ignorant and asked obediently: "What is Fang Yi?"

"Here, it's this little house." The old stall owner said with a smile.

"This?" Zhou Xiru reached out and touched it, and smiled, "Old man, I'm not afraid of you making fun of it. I'm a little afraid of this thing."

"Uh?" the old stall owner asked in confusion, "What do you say?"

"This... looks like something in an ancient tomb. My grandmother said, this thing is evil and is not suitable for a young girl like me, so forget it." Zhou Xiru said seriously.

The old stall owner was a little overwhelmed. After a long time, he slowly said: "Miss, most of the antiques are unearthed from the tomb."

Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "Old man, the Four Sheep Square Zun is a sacrificial ritual vessel, not a burial object. I read a lot, don't lie to me."

The old stall owner frowned and asked, "Is there any difference?"

"Why is there no difference?" Zhou Xiru said seriously, "The ritual vessels mean that when celebrating ancestors, they should be placed on them to check them. As for the burial objects, they should be buried with the tomb owner during the burial. Is this the same concept?"

"You read a lot, I can't tell you." The old stall owner smiled bitterly, "Let's goats have 2 million."

Zhou Xiru looked at him blankly, then said with a bullied expression: "Old man, don't bully me a young and beautiful person. You are a modern high-quality imitation, do you have the courage to sell 2 million yuan? I read a lot, and I know that Siyang Fangzun is very noble and is the treasure of the National Museum."

"But, your size is so small, it is obviously a modern handicraft and a shortage of weight. I just saw this sheep being fun and was about to keep it in captivity. You want 2 million... Do you want to call me a second-hand man?"

Zhou Xiru knew from the old stall owner that the price was "2 million" and "Zhou Xiru" that the old man didn't know that the "Four Sheep Square Zun" was genuine, otherwise, this would definitely not be a "2 million" thing, and 20 million euros could only be the starting price.

Because of this, she was going to kill a price, although she felt that the bargaining was a little sorry for this national treasure.

However, she felt sorry for herself if she didn't bargain. She was so poor. She bought this "national treasure". She was not ready to take action. She waited for her great revenge in the future, so she donated it to the museum.

The old stall owner thought about it and found that his highlight today was Fang Yi, the small house that Zhou Xiru mentioned.

As for the "Four Sheep Square Zun", everyone knows that this thing is a modern high-quality imitation. The real Four Sheep Square Zun is so noble. How could it be left in a street stall?

"Little girl, look at you're pretty, 800,000!" said the old stall owner, "Although I, the Four Sheep Square Master, lacks weight, but my craftsmanship is definitely top-notch. It feels so good to watch at home."

"520,000!" Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "How about old man?"

The old stall owner thought seriously and said, "To be honest, if it were someone else, I would naturally not agree. However, if you, a little girl like you, told me the price, my old man was a little moved, okay."

"But, little girl, I have to tell you, I'm going to pay the cash here, where are your parents?" The old stall owner looked around and did not find Zhou Xiru's parents, nor did she see her elders. He was suspicious, could this little girl have some fun, right?

Does she have money?

"Cash?" Zhou Xiru looked at him blankly and said, "Old man, you can't keep up with the times? Although you are in the antique business, you are actually selling high-quality imitations. You also need to transfer money through WeChat Alipay. 520,000 yuan in cash. I need to make an appointment in advance to get the money."

"This... you are carrying a dozen red tickets. If you are not tired, you still need to deposit them in the bank?" Zhou Xiru said seriously, "Isn't it nice to transfer money directly to you by the bank?"

The old stall owner patted his head, feeling that there was a generation gap between him and the little girl, and said, "I mean - cash settlement, no credit."

"I'll go!" Zhou Xiru was relieved when she heard this and said, "Old man, you have to chat with your granddaughter more. Oh my god, you scared the baby to death."

"Talk well!" said the old stall owner, "Don't mention the baby, otherwise, my old man will beat you up."

"Give me the bank account!" Zhou Xiru said.

The old man simply turned over a hard board with the bank account number and his name on it.

When Zhou Xiru saw his name, she squatted on the ground and laughed so hard.

"Xiaoxiao..." The old stall owner scolded angrily, "When I was a child, my parents and elders were there, so naturally I was a baby. Now I am old... I am old... I am an old man."

The smile on Zhou Xiru's face gradually calmed down. When he was young, everyone was a baby. Now, when he was old, he naturally was not a baby.

The old stall owner’s surname is Li, and Li is a big surname. This is not unusual, but this old man is called “Li Baobao”.

After Zhou Xiru transferred 520,000 yuan to him, he greeted Si Nan and smiled and said, "Brother Si Nan, please help me get the trunk of this Siyang Fangzun in the car first. I want to put it in my study."

"Okay!" Si Nan came over like a summoning beast.

Li Baobao——the old stall owner found a broken sack for him, and smiled and said, "Little girl, put this thing in your study, and ensure that the level will come up all at once."

Zhou Xiru nodded and said, "It's a must."

On this side, Si Nan held a broken sack and put it on the Siyang Fangzun, and smiled and said, "Miss Aru, I'll come when I go!"

"Yeah!" Zhou Xiru agreed.

"Old Li, what good things did you bring here this time?" At this moment, several people surrounded him.
Chapter completed!