Chapter 134 Forced Purchase
Mengyu gingerly suggested, "I know brother isn’t afraid, but before we were just buying, while this time we’re selling, so we need to be more cautious. Best not even to drive a car."
Ultimately, the sister-spoiling fanatic naturally accompanied Mengyu to sell antiques again.
Cheng Jiuhe was disguised by Mengyu as an old man with grizzled hair, while she transformed herself into a 25- or 26-year-old girl. The "father and daughter" each carried a large suitcase, took a ride to the vicinity, and then walked in.
It was still that same phrase, "referred by Sixth Zhao," that allowed them to enter the market smoothly.
However, just as they displayed their wares, a middle-aged man intervened: "Do you know the rules for selling second-hand goods here?"
Mengyu looked towards Cheng Jiuhe, who said, "We know, fifty percent."
The middle-aged man, however, shook his head: "You’re not regulars, ten percent!"
Mengyu was greatly startled—selling antiques here required a ten-percent commission? That was exceedingly expensive!
The middle-aged man was about to walk away when he suddenly saw a bronze sword on Mengyu’s stall: "Is this—"
"This is a bronze sword from the Warring States Period."
"Are these items Ming Dynasty Items?"
Mengyu nodded: "Correct, these items were all unearthed from a Warring States tomb. Although they are Ming Dynasty Items, the yin evil energy has been completely removed."
The middle-aged man was shocked: "Really removed?"
Mengyu nodded again: "You can feel it yourself. If the yin evil energy were still present, you wouldn’t even be able to pick it up, not to mention the cold sensation you’d feel just by being close."
The middle-aged man lifted the bronze sword: "Let’s use this sword to cover your stall fee for today."
When he said this, it wasn’t like a negotiation, but rather a demand.
The stall fee is ten percent of the sales, and if nothing is sold, no fee is collected.
Moreover, Mengyu had only displayed a bronze sword, a bronze mirror, and a pair of bronze cups. If he took one item, it would be more than just ten percent.
Mengyu looked towards Cheng Jiuhe, who calmly stared back at the middle-aged man and said, "As you can see, we only have a few goods. And we haven’t even made a sale yet, but you’re already collecting stall fees?"
The middle-aged man’s sinister gaze fell on Cheng Jiu, who met his eyes without fear, and then suddenly unleashed his full aura.
The middle-aged man immediately felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, with his complexion turning deathly pale.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.
Mengyu suddenly laughed and said, "Uncle, since you sword so much, surely there would be others who also appreciate bronze artifacts. How about this: you bring a few people over, buy our goods at market value, and I’ll give you a bronze artifact as a gift, how about that?"
Mengyu’s purpose for buying antiques was the Essence Value on them, and by now, Xiao Tao had absorbed most of the Essence Value, leaving only a tiny fraction to maintain their form.
Therefore, to Mengyu, these items had already devalued greatly.
Moreover, the truly valuable antiques worth tens of millions each in the future were not brought out.
What she brought out were items that could be sold for one or two million in the future. At this time period, they would probably fetch around ten thousand apiece, so if he really did call people to buy them, what’s the harm in giving him one?
The middle-aged man, initially cowed by Cheng Jiuhe’s imposing manner, no longer dared to covet the bronze sword. On hearing Mengyu’s proposal, his heart was instantly tempted again.
The reason he wanted the bronze sword was because a friend had asked him to look for it and offered thirty thousand yuan—a high price.
Upon hearing Mengyu’s suggestion, he became intrigued all over again.