In the car, Wan Ting's expression has always been cold.
For her, she was very annoyed by the scumbag in the family, and what was even more annoying was that this Uncle Qi wanted to set a situation for her in front of so many outsiders.
If she were fooled in today's affairs, given the money for the item, and Uncle Qi also escaped after the deal, if in the future she finds out that she herself was cheated, she will lose her face and the entire Song family face as well!
Fortunately, Ma Wen was present, revealing the mystery in time and avoiding the loss of herself and her family.
So, she took out a bank card from the glove box in the car, handed it to Ma Wen, and said: "Mr. Ma Wen, there are one million in this card, and the code is six 8, which is a little bit of appreciation of mine. Please accept it with your heart."
As she spoke, she couldn't help sighing, Ma Wen still seemed to be a real master, and she didn't know why he chose to join a small family? If he comes out to engage in the antique appraisal by himself, he can have a lot of family business after a few years.
Ma Wen looked at the card in her hand and hesitated slightly.
One million is not a small amount, but it just drizzles to the Song family.
Ma Wen didn't look down on this one million. After all, he still had more than 9.9 billion in his card, and this one million was just a drop in the bucket.
What's the point of accepting it?
But when he thinks about it carefully, he's not a trillionaire, but the son-in-law of the Xiao family.
For a son-in-law, if he is not interested in seeing one million, it will definitely make Wan Ting puzzled, so he directly took the card and said, "Thank you, Ms. Song."
Wan Ting smiled slightly: "Mr. Ma Wen is polite."
After speaking, Wan Ting asked again: "Where is Mr. Ma Wen going next?"
Ma Wen smiled and said, "Send me to the vegetable market. I have to buy vegetables and go home to cook."
Wan Ting was stunned, and couldn't help saying: "I also heard about Mr. Ma Wen. To be honest, Mr. Ma Wen has such a skill. There is no need to be a son-in-law and attached to her and her family. It is better to come to my Ji Qing Tang. As the chief appraiser, I will give you a basic salary of one million every year, what do you think?"
Ma Wen waved his hand and said with a smile: "I am a weak person, my teeth are not good, and I am used to eating leftovers."
Wan Ting was startled slightly and then sighed.
It seems that the rumors in the market are really good, this Ma Wen is just a son-in-law who eats soft rice.
I used to think that he was just a rubbish, and it was a helpless act for rubbish to eat soft rice, which was understandable.
But now it seems that he is not a waste, but a waste of self-willing depravity.
This really made her feel unacceptable.
Immediately, her attitude towards Ma Wen also changed somewhat.
Ma Wen knew that she would look down on him a little bit, but this was the best way for him so that everyone could guess him wrong, and he would have the last laugh.
Passing by the vegetable market, Ma Wen got off and said goodbye to Wan Ting, and then bought some vegetables and went home.
But as soon as he walked in, Ma Wen heard the Old Master laughing wildly while shouting.
"Hahaha come! Come and see the baby I found!"
Yu Ying also got off work and was sitting on the sofa reading documents. At this moment, she couldn't help standing up and said to Dai Fu who was laughing, "Dad, you almost scared me to death."
"Look at this." Dai Fu didn't notice Yu Ying's expression at all. He happily held a pair of palm-sized celadon cups and held them in a show-off manner: "This is the blue and white chicken bowl I found from the antique market. I heard that it was picked up from the coffin of Emperor Gandhi, and it was worth more than 500,000!"
"More than half a million?" Yu Ying stood up suddenly and blurted out: "Dad, where did you get so much money?"
...
Ma Wen was so speechless that old master who just broke the Yu Hu Chun vase in the morning. And now taking advantage of his free time to go out and not just anywhere but directly to the Antique Street again?
This is the typical mindset of where the scars forget the pain.
Dai Fu laughed and said mysteriously: "I mean this cup is worth half a million. Guess, how much did I buy?"
Yu Ying hesitated for a moment, and tentatively said, "Three hundred thousand?"
"No! Guess again!" Dai Fu waved his hand.
"Two hundred thousand?"
"That's not right!"
Ma Wen, who was next to him, glanced at the celadon cup and instantly saw that it was a fake, thinking that it would be good if this thing could be worth hundreds.
At this time, Dai Fu did not drag anymore, and said with a smile: "Hahaha, I bought it for 300! Isn't it amazing?"
Dai Fu laughed, and the joy in his expression could not be suppressed.
Yu Ying's eyes widened in surprise and couldn't believe it: "No, this cup really only cost three hundred?"
Yu La, the mother-in-law, heard the movement and walked out of the kitchen with joy, "This cup is so invaluable? Isn't it fake?"
Dai Fu slapped his chest: "Don't worry, the people who sell the cups don't understand the market. I even asked someone to help me read it and said it was true!"
"Really?" Yu La carefully picked up the cup, looked left and right, smiling from ear to ear.
Ma Wen stood aside, but only smiled in agreement, his expression was calm.
He had long seen that these two cups were fakes, but it was rare that the Old Master was so happy that he still did not expose them.
Dai Fu was so excited that he looked like a cat who stole the fish and said with joy: "This cup is not yet available. The boss said that he will bring the missing part, and I will take a look again tomorrow! Try to buy the whole set! In that case, the value can be doubled several times! With any luck, the six million debts can be paid back!"
Ma Wen frowned and immediately stopped: "Dad, don't be greedy for playing antiques. Buying these two cups is enough, let's not talk about it."
Dai Fu glared at him and cursed: "What is it right now? Would the kid teach me now?"
Ma Wen said hurriedly: "No, no, do as you like it."
After talking, he didn't bother to be nosy.
Anyway, even if the Old Master is cheated, it is not his own money.
Yu Ying also said, "Dad, why are you buying so much? These two cups can't be eaten or drunk. Besides, the price difference is such big. Whether the cups are true or not has yet to be identified."
She doesn't believe that the pie is falling in the sky. If you can buy 500,000 for three hundred, wouldn't everyone be rich?
Dai Fu was on his head when he saw a few people pouring cold water on himself and said contemptuously: "You don't understand! This is an antique, and it depends on a pair of clever eyes to pick it up!"
As he said, he admired the celadon cup and said to Yu Ying: "You don't have to worry about this. There are still several people who want to grab it with me today. I may not be able to buy it tomorrow."
Yu La said hurriedly: "If it is so valuable, you must find a way to sell it!"
Seeing the two elders busy admiring the chicken bowl cup, Yu Ying quietly pulled Ma Wen aside.
"I don't think this is very reliable. It feels like a scam. Dad will definitely go there tomorrow. It is better for you and dad take a trip to the Antique Street so that he won't be cheated."
Ma Wen nodded. If Yu Ying didn't say anything, he wouldn't bother to care about it, but since his wife has spoken, he naturally couldn't stand by and watch!
...
The next day is the weekend.
Ma Wen was pulled by the Old Master and drove to the Antique Street early.
The Old Master was refreshed, and he waved to Ma Wen when he got out of the car, "Come, I will show you what it meant to pick up a fortune."
After that, he strode to the Antique Street.
Ma Wen had to walk quickly to keep up, looking around as he walked.
On weekends, there are a lot more people on Antique Street than usual.
The antique jade shops on both sides are very dense, and the vendors who come out to set up stalls are also densely packed, and the whole street is blocked.
There are also many vendors who just spread a plastic sheet on the ground, filled with various antiques and jade, to welcome guests on the spot.
Ma Wen glanced casually, and almost didn't see any genuine products. They were all used by black-hearted vendors to trick laymen and foreign tourists.
Many tourists who bought the fakes were completely blindfolded, holding the imitations and grinning, thinking that they were taking a big advantage.
"Right here!"
Dai Fu stopped and stood in front of a simple stall, his expression unable to hide his excitement.
There were a few tourists standing next to the stall, picking antiques, Dai Fu hurried into the crowd for fear of falling behind.
Ma Wen glanced, this stall was nothing more than spreading a piece of oiled paper on the ground and placed dozens of antiques stained with mud, such as blue and white horses, five emperors copper coins, copper wine cups, blood jade bracelets, yellowed calligraphy, and paintings.
There was a dazzling array of things, but Ma Wen just took a casual look and found that these were all fakes.
The stall owner was a thin, dark-skinned man. He was wearing a coarse blue cloth. His hair was greasy and disheveled. He grew a simple and honest appearance. He looked dull and honest.
"Look at this!" Dai Fu greeted Ma Wen excitedly. He pointed to a colorful bottle with a big mouth and said in a low voice: "This is the wine bottle set with my two glasses! I bought it back and made one. Once the full set is collected, the price can be doubled!"
Ma Wen glanced at the wine bottle, held it in his hand, and raised his head to ask the boss.
"How much is it?"
The boss stared and blistered, and said dumbly: "My father said, at least 20,000, less than a cent will not be sold!"
When Dai Fu heard this, he almost laughed, and said to Ma Wen quickly: "This boss doesn't know the goods, let's buy them quickly, so as not to be picked up by others."
After speaking, he hurriedly paid for it.
At this moment, Ma Wen swiftly held his hand and smiled: "Dad, this thing is not worth 20,000, let's not buy it."
"What?" Dai Fu was taken aback, "Then how much do you think it is worth?"
Ma Wen stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the boss: "This number."
"Five thousand?" the boss asked, staring.
Ma Wen shook his head: "No, it's fifty."
The boss stared at Ma Wen for several seconds like looking at an alien, and suddenly shouted: "Do you know the goods? This is an antique left by my grandfather. It is a genuine treasure. You people in the city are too bullying. ."
Dai Fu was also anxious and pulled Ma Wen a hand: "Don't talk nonsense, be careful of messing up the business."
Ma Wen smiled, picked up the bottle and turned it over, pulled the yellow mud on the bottom of the bottle with his hand, pointed to the middle of a slit, and said, "Dad, look at what this is."
The slit is extremely small. If it weren't for Ma Wen pointed out, ordinary people would not see it at all. In the slit, a row of very small English letters appeared.
"Made in China."
Dai Fu was stunned, his mouth opened so that he could lay an egg, and he couldn't react for a long time.
Suddenly, he recovered, his face flushed, pointing to the boss and yelling.
"You, you are cheating!!"
Ma Wen took the wine bottle, shook it to the boss, and said, "The manufacturer dare not blatantly forge antiques. You have prepared this sign deliberately. You are quite clever. You know that you can block it with mud. In one sentence, thirty, can you sell it?"
"This..."
The boss was stunned for a moment, suddenly all the honesty on his face disappeared, and he slapped his forehead with a smile.