Chapter 2336 8 Treasure Box
Chapter 2336 8 Treasure Box
"Just follow behind grandpa and watch the fun. Don't talk too much. The flashlight can only be used to illuminate objects, not people's faces. Got it?"
"If you like something, tell grandpa and he will make an offer for you. Bargaining in the ghost market is done with gestures, and few people talk."
"Also, you can't ask the price or touch anything when others are looking at it."
Before going in, Professor Yan gave one last reminder: "If you really like it, don't hesitate."
Manshu nodded to indicate that he understood.
The grandfather and grandson entered the ghost market. Manshu held a flashlight and did not look around.
There are so many things here that it is difficult to tell whether they are real or fake.
Manshu only followed Professor Yan to see the world and had no intention of taking action at all.
Moreover, there are quite a few modern handicrafts. We are not fools. Some stalls are basically only visited by tourists who come here to see them.
Walking further in, there were broken antiques on some stalls, but those items were all incomplete.
The stall was run by an old man who looked very old, with wrinkles all over his face and hands as dry as chicken claws.
But he has extremely sharp eyes and looks like a ruthless character.
Professor Yan obviously knew the stall owner.
He squatted down and greeted the old man.
There were quite a few people looking at the goods nearby, and some were even bargaining with the old man using gestures.
Manshu looked at it curiously, and after a long time, her eyes were attracted by a dressing box.
The dressing box doesn’t look big. It is an old item and is made of rosewood, which is not cheap.
The patterns are a bit dilapidated and can't be seen clearly. It is painted red. The box is octagonal in shape, with round feet. The colors on the box are gorgeous. The more you look at it, the more you feel that this box is an antique.
Manshu squatted down and opened the eight-treasure box. When the top layer of the box was opened, there was a dressing mirror.
The mirror is very clear and it doesn't look like something particularly old.
Pull out the eight drawers, and it is obvious that they are filled with my daughter's jewelry and cosmetics.
There's nothing to see here.
Originally, the box was old and looked like an antique.
But that mirror was too new, probably an item from the Republic of China period at most.
Perhaps because people thought the eight-treasure box looked old, many people looked at it, but few made bids.
"Like this?" Professor Yan glanced at his granddaughter.
The lid of this eight-treasure box had obvious signs of being pressed, and he suspected that someone had used it to pad the corner of a table.
So, even though this dressing box is made of rosewood, it is not particularly valuable.
So what if it was once exquisitely crafted? If it was not well preserved, the patterns on it will be destroyed.
Professor Yan felt it was a pity to throw this thing away. He was not as short-sighted as others who thought it was just an old thing.
However, antiques are also divided into different grades.
If this eight-treasure box is not preserved properly, its value will be greatly reduced.
Besides, if the little girl buys it, she can only keep it for collection and cannot put it in her room, so it’s better not to have it.
Manshu's eyes flickered slightly. The reason she was staring at it was certainly not because of its workmanship or something.
There was a faint precious light floating on this eight-treasure box, and Manjusri could see it just by observing the aura.
Her dantian was stirring, obviously wanting to absorb the spiritual energy from above.
Manshu nodded at Professor Yan, indicating that he wanted it.
Professor Yan asked about the price, and the shrewd old man compared numbers. Professor Yan frowned and shook his head.
The two men bargained with gestures and finally got the deal.
Twenty thousand?
Manshu watched Professor Yan transfer the money without blinking an eye.
She didn't even have time to say that she would pay for it herself.
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