Chapter 18 There is a rule in our business
The proprietress's words really make people think a lot.

Zhang Yang asked back almost subconsciously:

"How to arrange?"

“Dig it now?”

“Hahaha, handsome guy, you’re so humorous.” The proprietress covered her mouth and laughed, “But if you want, you can dig it yourself.”

"We can give you an address."

"Can it be like this?" Zhang Yang scratched his head, feeling that the door to a new world had been opened.

"Of course, do you want to dig it yourself?"

"No, no, no, Madam, you misunderstood what I meant."

Zhang Yang waved his hands repeatedly.

He wasn't sure whether what the middle-aged woman in front of him said was true or she was joking, but what was certain was that she was a bit lawless.

Let's change the subject quickly.

"What I actually want to ask is, what if? I mean what if, I am a tomb robber."

"What kind of pottery can I take out that will make you immediately identify me as a tomb robber?"

"Do you have anything like this here?"

This question was Zhang Yang’s original purpose.

He wanted to see what kind of pottery was most worthy of recognition from the perspective of ordinary people.

"I understand."

The proprietress nodded with a look of sudden realization.

"Why didn't you say that earlier? I got so excited that I thought there was a big deal coming my way."

"I'm sorry, it's really my problem."

Zhang Yang admitted it honestly.

"Yeah, it's okay."

The proprietress smiled at Zhang Yang, took out her cell phone from under the table, and said into the microphone:

"Did you hear that, Lao Kuai? Don't make any arrangements yet."

Zhang Yang's eyelids twitched when he saw this scene.

Wow, this lady boss is really good at what she does.

Zhang Yang suspected that if he had not changed his words, he would have become an accomplice of the tomb robbers by now.

After contacting her accomplice, the proprietress came out from behind the stall.

She reached out and picked up a very peculiarly shaped gray pottery jar on the stall and handed it to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang still had some knowledge of antiques. When he saw this thing, its name quickly came to his mind:

Soul bottle.

This is good, it is 100% a burial object.

It can only come from the soil.

"The scientific name of this thing is the five-link can."

“A funerary object used exclusively for burial in the Han Dynasty.”

The lady boss introduced Zhang Yang very professionally:

"I don't know if you know that there is a kind of funerary artifact called a soul bottle. The soul bottle evolved from this five-linked jar."

"Of course, some experts also say that the five-linked jar is a type of soul bottle..."

Zhang Yang listened to the explanation patiently and saw that the proprietress's eyes had changed.

I thought, could the other person be a laid-off employee of the museum looking for a new job?
How can you be so professional!

He wanted to unlock the pottery knowledge on the spot and verify whether what the proprietress said was accurate.

After the lady boss finished speaking, Zhang Yang asked curiously:
"So this five-link can of yours, is it real?"

"Of course it is." The lady boss smiled. "Who would fake this?"

"Are you mentally retarded?"

"That's not necessarily true..." Zhang Yang said weakly.

He was going to copy this thing, but he was definitely not stupid.

However, to the proprietress, Zhang Yang's words were clearly a questioning of her.

She immediately explained to Zhang Yang:

"Even if someone were to imitate this kind of thing, he wouldn't be able to imitate the age of it."

"Look at the gray feeling and the soil stains on it. It must have been thousands of years old before it could be like this."

"Looking at the images of these characters, they are obviously ancient people..."

Zhang Yang silently remembered what the proprietress said.

These are the key points for experts to identify soul bottles. You must pay attention to them when imitating them.

The proprietress said so much, and her meaning was very clear: this thing must be real.

Zhang Yang also made a decision quickly:

He wanted to buy this thing and then copy it.

This is more convenient than looking for pictures and information on the Internet by yourself, and the quality of the imitated products is also guaranteed.

"Madam, how much do you sell this for?" Zhang Yang asked.

"If you want to buy it..."

The proprietress looked Zhang Yang up and down, as if assessing his financial strength.

"Well, I won't say much. I'll just ask for the cost price and be your friend."

"One price, five thousand, take it yourself."

"You can't get this price even if you go to the countryside to pick up goods now. Buy it with confidence. You will definitely not lose money."

How much? Five thousand?
This price was a little beyond Zhang Yang's imagination.

Whether it's a soul bottle or a five-link jar, collecting these kinds of things is just for fun.

Isn't it inappropriate to put this kind of thing in the living room?

Someone who knows the business will ask you if you are treating the living room as the main tomb chamber.

It’s not okay to put it in the bedroom!

In theory, this thing is the place where the soul of the tomb owner resides. If it is too close to the sleeping place, there is a risk of being possessed by another body.

So they are usually packed in boxes and placed in the basement or grocery room.

"Can you make it cheaper? Five thousand is a bit too expensive. It will be difficult for me to sell it later."

Zhang Yang looked at the proprietress with difficulty and said.

"This price is really low. Handsome guy, this is your first time here. I can't rip you off."

"It's a little cheaper."

“It’s really not cheap…”

Zhang Yang doesn't know how to bargain, and the proprietress can also see that he doesn't know how to bargain.

So the scene was a bit awkward for a moment.

"Sister Zhu, please give him a cheaper price. He is still a student."

At some point, Lao Hu came behind Zhang Yang.

He said something to help Zhang Yang at the right time.

However, these words seemed to have hit the boss lady's trap.

She replied angrily:
"Students? Even animals are not allowed!"

Now Lao Hu was also angry.

The two of them naturally started arguing.

"What do you mean? I'm giving you a discount, but I'm not going to kill you."

"Oh my, you are so generous, Old Hu. You should pay for him!"

"I'm not generous, but I'm definitely not as black-hearted as you, Zhu. You can't sell something for hundreds of years, but you want to rip someone off just because they're young."

"Don't spread rumors. How did I cheat him? Tell me clearly..."

"..."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

Zhang Yang waved his hand to stop the two irrational middle-aged men.

"It's just 5,000 yuan, can't I buy it?"

"Zhang Yang, don't..."

Lao Hu wanted to persuade him more, but Zhang Yang made a "stop" gesture, blocking his next words.

"This handsome boy is really generous."

The proprietress smiled.

"Shall I pack it for you?"

"Okay, but I have a question."

"We should support seven-day money back guarantee here, right?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"I don't have any other intentions. I just bought this thing to give to my elders at home. What if my elders think this is new..."

"Boss, you are such a nice person, you should be able to accept my regret, right?"

"Zhang Yang, buying and selling antiques is not online shopping." Lao Hu reminded quietly beside him.

"In the antique market, buying and selling depends entirely on your eyesight, and whether it's real or fake is up to fate..."

"Hey, that's not what I meant." The lady boss retorted to Lao Hu, "I'm not like some unscrupulous merchants who use the old rules from hundreds of years ago to cheat people out of money."

As if deliberately going against Lao Hu, she said to Zhang Yang:
"Within seven days, as long as the item is not damaged, you can return it at any time!"

(End of this chapter)