Anyone from the provincial capital knows just how tricky these antique stalls can be. You're lucky if you can actually find anything genuine, let alone something as fancy as official kiln porcelain.
The stall owners will tell people whatever they want to hear, sweet-talking customers one minute and playing mind games the next, all to make a sale. A single good day could feed them for half a year.
Antique Street is a treacherous place. It's fine for casual browsing, but if you're buying big, you're setting yourself up to be a sucker.
"Official kiln? Ten thousand yuan?"
Chen Xiaolong picked up the porcelain bowl with a feigned smile, not bothering to inspect it and instead stared down the stall owner in front of him.
It was only after the stall owner began to feel uncomfortable that he sheepishly said, "If you're really interested, I can give you a discount, five thousand, just five thousand and it's yours. It's all quality stuff!"
