Next, the old man and the villager haggled back and forth, with the villager asking three thousand and the old man offering eighteen hundred. Chu Chen and the other two could only wait. After all, if they spoke up at a time like this and caused the old man to misunderstand, it might bring unnecessary trouble. Even Qi Baofu, who was eager to see the complete appearance of the Blue and white porcelain jar, understood this very well.
After a fierce battle of words, the old man bought the item for eight thousand five hundred yuan. For a time, everyone was delighted, and smiles appeared in the eyes of both buyer and seller.
A moment later, the old man asked again, "Young man, what else do you have at home?"
The villager shook his head. "Everything's in the house. There's nothing elsewhere. Have a look around. I'm going to use the bathroom first..."
With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Chu Chen and the others inside.
After the villager left, Qi Baofu smiled and said to the old man, "Sir, could I take a look at your figure jar?"
The old man sized Qi Baofu up and hesitated. After all, he had bought the Blue and white porcelain jar as a genuine antique, something worth millions. He really did not feel comfortable letting Qi Baofu examine it.
"Sir, don't worry. I'll be very careful. And if anything happens, I'll take full responsibility for the loss!" As he spoke, Qi Baofu even patted his chest.
Since Qi Baofu had gone that far, the old man felt that refusing would make him seem too stingy. More importantly, Qi Baofu did not look like someone without the financial means to pay, so the old man reluctantly nodded and said, "All right,