Master Cai

The second young master Cai's ability is quite special-produced by the seller.

How big is Cai's fortune? How thick is it? No one can say for sure. Anyway, he is a famous rich man in Tianjin. During the Boxer Rebellion, the old man and his wife fled and died outside. Mr. Wang has been doing business in Shanghai, with a family and a business. Everything in the family falls on the second young master. The second young master was incompetent, so he sold it and ate it. He hit a handsome guy and ate his face, but he didn't "sit on the mountain and eat empty" People say that the Cai family's property is enough to eat for three lives.

Boss Huang, who respected Guzhai, often laughed at this sentence. How many years has he been selling Cai's things? Famous people's things sell better than ordinary people's, but Boss Huang saw with his own eyes that generations above the Second Young Master are authentic players. Not only is it true, but a yard is a hard good thing, and you can shoot it when you get it. More than half of what Cai's family sells goes through his hands. So he knows how deep the water in Cai's house is. Fifteen years ago, the Cai family produced jewels and jade articles, and calligraphy and painting were rare; Ten years ago, it became a porcelain jar, a stone Buddha and hardwood furniture; Five years ago, it was all bags of old clothes. Although things are good, they gradually show the appearance that the river has dried up to the bottom. This boss Huang's attitude towards Second Young Master Cai has gradually changed. Fifteen years ago, he bought the second young master's things and went to Cai Jiafu in person. Ten years ago, the second young master had something to sell and sent for him. When he is busy, he throws things behind his neck. Five years ago, he became a second young master and ran to Jingguzhai with a pack of old clothes under his arm.

At this time, Boss Huang pulled his eyelids and said, "Second Young Master, please open your bag!" Even the man didn't come up to help. Boss Huang took a ruler, picked out the clothes in the bag one by one, threw them aside, and shouted the price in his mouth, so that he could compete with the cloth sellers in the street. When we finally checked out, it was all for the men. Boss Huang went to the back to drink tea and smoke. I think I know the lifeblood of the Cai family. But this pulse is a bit strange in the past two years.

The second young master of the Cai family suddenly stopped selling old clothes, and in turn sent someone to call him to the Cai family from time to time. After talking nonsense for a long time, I leaned down and took something out of the back cabinet to show him. Everything is a very good antique. Whether it's Kangxi's colorful dishes or Shen's fine pen fan. The second young master put things on the table, and the game went back to more than ten years ago. Boss Huang said, "The thin camel is bigger than the horse, and the bottom of the second young master's box has no edge! Everything has been sold for almost twenty years, one is one! " Master Cai smiled and said flatly, "I can't sell anything left by my ancestors." Isn't that a black sheep? " But the price is hard to say. In Boss Huang's mind, the asking price of everything is higher than the estimated selling price. This is called neck stalk price in antiques, which means forcing others to hang themselves.

People like Cai sell things in two ways: one is to sell the poor, and the other is to sell the rich. The so-called selling poverty means that people are eager to use money and rush to make moves. When they meet such people, they will be lucky. The so-called selling money means that people are not short of money and can sell at high prices. There is no way to live or die when you meet such a person. Master Cai has been selling the poor, so when will he sell the rich?

One day, Mao, the boss of Beijing Liulichang Dayaxuan, came to Jingguzhai. These two antique shops in Beijing, Tianjin and Hebei have frequent contacts on weekdays, exchanging goods and looking for buyers. They know each other very well.

Boss Mao saw something familiar on the antique shelf when he entered the door. Take a closer look. A stack of eight diamond sutras carved by suet jade is placed on a delicate rosewood shelf. The fine print of the pavilion is exquisite, and it is painted with real gold. He twisted his face and said to Boss Huang, "Where did you get this?" The expression on her face was full of doubt.

Boss Huang said, "I'm new here half a month ago. Why? "

Boss Mao asked, "Who sold it to you?"

Boss Huang rolled his eyes. I hope you Beijingers really don't know the rules. In antique shops, you can't ask buyers or sellers. He smiled and didn't take advantage.

Boss Mao feels that he is asking inappropriate questions. He changed his tune and said, "Did your second young master Cai from Tianjin give it to you? I bought this thing in my hand. "

Boss Huang was shocked. He couldn't help saying, "He's a seller! How to buy things? "

Boss Mao took it: "I always thought he was a buyer. Why did he sell it? " ? Or I just asked you. "

Both of them are idiots with big eyes and small eyes

Boss Mao suddenly pointed to a bottle of blue and white Daming Chenghua on the cabinet and said, "I sold it to him, too!" " How much did he give you? I gave it to him as if I had thrown it away for nothing. "

Boss Mao is still in the dark, and boss Huang has the truth in his heart. He can't ask boss Mao to know everything. After Boss Mao left, he immediately said to the guys, "Remember, Master Cai can't deal with it any more. This son of a bitch has the ability to sell things and become refined! "