The Sheep took out a long, thin cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and asked the Pig, "I guess you can afford it, can you afford it?"
Middle-aged Pig: "Whether you can afford it or not, you have to see it first to know."
"Yeah, then you don't want this Easter egg?" Wei Yang asked, "If you don't want it, I'll find someone else."
Haizhu said: "This is not the little thing I want."
He was not interested and left after finishing the lesson.
"Hi." Wu Ma took the opportunity to say hello and join the conversation, "Can you let my friend see the Easter egg?"
Wei Yang looked at Jian Jing and nodded: "Whatever you like."
Jian Jing then came over and studied this Russian-style Easter egg curiously.
It has an ocean-like blue enamel shell, an old-fashioned clock on the surface, and golden flower and bird patterns painted on the top. When it is opened from the middle, a cute pink bird will extend out, surrounded by some small diamonds.
"It's a cute little thing, isn't it?" Wei Yang smiled. "It's what you want. It only costs 23,000 pounds."
More than 100,000 yuan? This toy is too expensive.
Jian Jing was speechless.
Wu Ma: "A good Easter egg should be inlaid with jewels. This one is just ordinary diamonds. 5,000 pounds is the most."
Simple and quiet: 0.0
The bargaining is so fierce.
Wei Yang shook his head: "Not for sale. Or you can look at something else?"
"What else?" Jian Jing asked.
"What do you want?" Wei Yang smiled, "I'm a collector. I usually have the most little gadgets that ladies like."
Jian Jing thought for a long time, and suddenly something came to her mind, and she said, "I want something different."
Wei Yang asked: "How different is it? Mummy? Human skin book? Alchemy notebook? Something cool?"
"No." She felt that she had come up with a very interesting idea, and a mysterious smile appeared on her lips, "I want to buy something with a curse."
Wei Yang was stunned and asked, "The Curse of Tutankhamun?"
"Can you sell pyramids?" Jian Jing was surprised.
Wei Yang dusted off his cigarette ashes and asked in confusion, "Of course not, but what do you mean by a cursed thing?"
She said, "For example, something that brings misfortune to a family, or a relic that was sacrificed for human life."
Shen Hou said: "It has something to do with religion, Miss. Your hobbies are very special."
"Why else would I come here?" Jian Jing asked back.
"Indeed." Shen Hou thought, "It's not easy to come across this kind of thing. It may not be easy to find it at a trade fair. The last time I met someone, he wanted to buy a thousand-year-old corpse."
Jian Jing was startled: "Did you buy it?"
"A member happened to be a channel and helped him get in touch." Shen Hou said calmly, "This is the meaning of our club. From ordinary collectors to world-famous wealthy people, we can all get in touch."
Jian Jing's detective habits kicked in, and she asked, "It sounds like you are a veteran?"
"That's right, I was one of the earliest members of the club." Shen Hou said, "But I was not in good health in the past two years, so I rarely participated."
Jian Jing asked: "Do you know where I can buy what I want?"
"Little girl, don't be impatient. Once you come up, who knows who you are? I'm so stupid, why should I sell it to you?" Shen Hou taught him in a condescending manner, "Our transaction is not a one-time deal. We have to consider personal relationships."
Wei Yang turned over quietly.
Then it was time for Mr. Shenhou to give a speech. He started by talking about his life as a laborer in an auction house, and then about his ten-year career as an appraiser. Although his tone was a bit didactic, the content was solid and everyone listened with great interest.
Actually, Jian Jing was not here for business, she was mostly in the mood to have fun, so she was not in a hurry and just listened to him brag.
What the old man likes most is that the younger generations listen to his experience obediently. Shen Monkey became excited and took the initiative to mention the rumor just now.
"In my opinion, the national treasure story may not be false." Shen Hou looked down at the tea leaves in the glass and said slowly, "This year's trade fair is unusual."
Wei Yang said: "I don't see anything else."
"This year, there are many new faces here." Shen Hou raised his head and glanced at Jian Jing sharply, as if he was spying on something. "How many of you think are here because of the rumors?"
Wei Yang also glanced at Jian Jing. They were quite familiar with each other and spoke casually: "I remember I bought a painting by Monet three years ago, but it turned out to be a copy."
Shen Hou shook his head and said, "It's different." He suddenly asked Wu Ma, "I haven't seen you either. Are you here alone? Or are you here with someone?"
"I got an invitation from my friend." Wu Ma said frankly, "I'm an auctioneer, and I came here to do some part-time work."
Shen Hou said "Oh" and asked Jian Jing, "Do you really want to buy antiques related to religion? You don't look like a believer in religion."
Although the old man is old, he is quite perceptive. Jian Jing thought about it and replied, "Of course I don't believe it. Why would a religious person buy this kind of thing?"
She took back control: "Actually, I didn't understand. What is the national treasure? The Egyptian pharaoh mummy?"
Wu Ma said, "It shouldn't be. This can't be called a national treasure."
"Hou... Monkey, don't keep us in suspense." The Sheep seemed to be unaware of the inside story and asked, "What good thing is it that makes you so nervous?"
The monkey looked up and stared into the eyes of the three people: "I heard it, it's the sheep head of the ten zodiac signs."
Jian Jing was stunned for a moment, then shocked: "Are you holding the ten zodiac bronze heads from the Old Summer Palace?"
This is not a joke, is it
"Is this true?" Wu Ma was also surprised. "I heard that snakes, sheep, and chickens have never appeared before. They are very likely to have been destroyed. How could they appear here? Impossible."
Wei Yang agreed: "Yeah, even if this thing is to appear, it should be at a big auction, and it would be enough to be the finale."
"That's right, in theory." Shen Hou sneered, "But don't forget, if you really want to buy it at the auction, how much will you have to pay?"
The three of them were silent for a moment.
From the perspective of craftsmanship, the bronze head is not a precious antique collection, but it is of special significance. If you want to buy it at a public auction, you will inevitably be greatly criticized unless you donate it back to your country.
It is not impossible to complete the auction in a private transaction instead of a public auction. After all, for foreigners, this may not be a precious item.
Thinking of this, Jian Jing felt a pain in her liver and cursed silently.
"Anyway, whether it is or not, we just wait and see." Shen Hou said.
Because of the news about Tongshou, Jian Jing quickly lost her mood for fun and went back to her cabin to take a nap.
When I woke up from my nap, it was night and the ship had sailed into the sea. Looking out from the balcony of the cabin, the edge of the city had blurred, and the lights and stars in the distance merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.
She used the new palette she had bought to apply a red and gold makeup look, and then picked through a bag of accessories, finding many hairpins with rabbit designs.
After getting ready, put on your badge and head to the hall.
The eight o'clock public trading meeting will be held here.
The hall is so luxurious that it can be seen everywhere, the desserts are the work of Michelin chefs, the red wine is at least ten years old, and everyone is dressed very stylishly.
Jian Jing stood at the door for three seconds first. The escape card took effect, reminding her of the locations of various entrances and exits. The next five seconds were the stage for the observation card, and she quickly took in everyone's image.
The venue is arranged in an arc shape, with a total of ten armchairs. In the middle is a long table equipped with equipment such as gloves, magnifying glasses, and cameras.
The waiters all wore black uniforms—the men were handsome and the women were pretty, almost none of them were ugly. Are the requirements for waiters so high these days?—The others sat in groups of three or four and chatted.
The Monkey King is wearing a magnifying glass and is identifying a piece of jade. Next to him is a short old woman who is skinny and seems to have an incurable disease.
The two people were discussing whether the jade artifact was from the Shang Dynasty or the Spring and Autumn Period, using a lot of professional terms that Jian Jing didn't understand.
Wei Yang waved at her and the two women sat together.
"I looked around and brought an interesting toy this time. Come and see if you like it, girl." Ms. Wei Yang opened the velvet cloth on the table, revealing a silver lipstick.
The shell should have been heavily polished. Although it can be seen that it has been a long time, there is no obvious wear and tear. The shape is very ordinary, much plainer than many lipsticks nowadays.
But Weiyang introduced it: "It is a work of the 1960s, a classic weapon of KGB female workers, KissDeath, 4.5mm caliber, and can only be loaded with one bullet."
Jian Jing said: "With such a small size, the killing power is estimated to be only two or three meters away. It's just a small toy."
"That's right, I don't sell real guns." Wei Yang spread his hands, "You can't use it in China, do you want it? It's pretty cool."
Jian Jing thought about it and asked, "How much?"
"Member price, 10,000 US dollars." Ms. Wei Yang quoted with a smile, "It's very fair."
"30,000 yuan." Wu Ma dutifully interrupted and helped Jian Jing bargain. "This is just a small toy. The craftsmanship is not difficult. It can be reproduced by any small workshop. It is not something that belongs to a famous person."
Wei Yang: "Fifty thousand. This kind of thing is rare on the market."
"It's worthless, and it's useless even if it's rare."
Wei Yang smiled. She didn't really care about this little money. Thirty to fifty thousand RMB was just a small amount in the antique trade.
But she enjoyed the process and was very interested: "Okay, let's make a friend - not you, but this Miss Rabbit - 35,000, and there's a bullet in it."
Jian Jing gestured "ok" and transferred the money to her directly.
After doing a business deal, the relationship between the two seemed to become much closer.
Wei Yang took the initiative to say: "I participate almost every time, but this year is really different. During dinner, a man bought millions of clocks without blinking an eye."
She is a relatively famous antique collector and seller in China, and has dabbled in everything from a Kiss of Death worth tens of thousands to antique jewelry worth millions. She is also quite reserved, and does not open a shop, but relies on word of mouth. She can only make a living for three years by participating in a club trade fair.
But it wasn’t this exaggerated in previous years.
"There are many wealthy people in the club, but they only spend money because they like it. Last time, there was a rich man who liked to collect silver coins. He would not buy small things worth only a few thousand or tens of thousands of dollars unless he saw them first." The Sheep took a sip of red wine with an inexplicable look on his face. "What the Monkey said might be true."
Jian Jing pondered the film and asked, "Will you take out the real thing in front of everyone?"
"I don't think so." Wei Yang was unsure.
Wu Ma said: "I have asked around, and everyone has heard the news more or less, but no one can tell who has it."
Wei Yang: "That means it will be an anonymous transaction."
Jian Jing was still a little confused, but she didn't bother to ask any more questions.
The trade fair has begun.
The host walked to the center and spoke briefly: "I am the organizer of this trade fair, Rat. At the request of some members, this public trade fair will be divided into two sessions: public and anonymous."
Perhaps because the members of the sect were not familiar with each other, he omitted many polite links and said directly: "First, it is an open transaction. Please display your collections in order of number. Continuing the old practice, as the organizer, I will not participate in any transactions this time."
No one objected, so he announced directly: "Then, the trading will begin."