Jiang Hao could tell at a glance that these were Chinese antiques.

He walked over, raised his hand to take down an ear bottle from the shelf, turned it over, and found that there was a seal at the bottom of the bottle, "Imperial of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty".

Jiang Hao's heart moved, if this is true, it is really a good thing, think about the current time, it is 1941, it is likely to be true, even if it is an imitation, it must be something of the Republic of China.

He looked at several other pieces of porcelain separately, all of them were signed by the Qing Dynasty, three Qianlong's, one Yongzheng, and one Kangxi.

The boss was a guy in his forties with eyes, he first glanced at Malena a few times, and then walked up to Jiang Hao's side, and said with a smile: "What, does this gentleman like these oriental porcelains, and does he have any research on these." ”

Jiang Hao spread his hands, "No, I'm a painter, I just think the colors of these bottles are beautiful, so I took them down and took a look." ”

Hearing Jiang Hao's answer, the boss was a little disappointed.

"Can you tell us about the origin and history of these bottles?" Jiang Hao pretended to be curious and asked.

The boss said, "Are you interested in buying?" ”

Jiang Hao secretly rolled his eyes, he was really a stingy guy, and he was reluctant to even say a few more words.

"If they're not expensive, I'm willing to buy them back and make vases." Jiang Hao said.

"They're antiques." The boss said a little angrily.

"But I don't know their history, do I, the value of antiques is reflected in its history, culture, craftsmanship, era and humanity combined, if you can come up with a painting of Titian, I definitely know whether to buy it or not." Jiang Hao joked.

Now it was the boss's turn to roll his eyes.

I said that I knew that I should treasure such a painting.

"These bottles were placed on consignment by a down-and-out nobleman in Palermo, and I heard him say that his uncle had been to a place called the Great Qing Kingdom, and that his uncle seemed to be the commander of the Eastern Dispatch of the Italian Army."

"Later, there was a war with this Great Qing State, and they naturally won, and then they ransacked the imperial palace of that eastern country, and his uncle got back a lot of these things, and then his uncle settled in Palermo in his later years, and there was a small estate in a suburban town, and I went there, and the scenery was not bad."

Speaking of this, the boss spread his hands and said: "His uncle has no heirs, and all the family property has been passed on to him, that guy used to be a playboy, very popular with women, lingering in the flowers for decades, and then the money left to him by his uncle was spent by him, and he was old, and he returned to the small manor to retire again." ”

"He doesn't have any income, and now he's very depressed, and he wants to try to exchange these things for some money, so I went to his basement and picked out a few, but these things have been here for half a year, and no one cares, I originally thought that people would be interested in the ancient and mysterious East, but unfortunately, no."

Jiang Hao counted in his heart: "The color of these bottles is good, how many are you going to sell, if it is cheap, I can buy one or two and go back to put flowers." ”

"These erected bottles, 5,000 lira each, these two bowls, 3,000 lira each." The boss said, and looked at Jiang Hao hopefully after speaking.

"Oh, are you crazy!"

Jiang Hao screamed exaggeratedly, like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, startling the boss and looking at Jiang Hao in a daze.

"Just these broken jars and vases will sell for thousands of lira, and a fool will buy them." Jiang Hao said angrily.

"But this is an antique from the mysterious East."

"Do you know their history?" Jiang Hao asked.

"I don't know."

"So, even you, the owner of an antique shop who studies antiques, don't know, how can others know, and I believe that almost all Italians won't know about the mysterious Oriental Qing Kingdom."

The boss nodded, and he also agreed with Jiang Hao's statement.

"Indeed, it was the first time I had heard of that country before, and my knowledge of that country was limited to Sir Mario's description." Said the owner of the antique shop.

"Are these bottles cheap, you know, a good-looking glass vase is only a few dozen lira." Jiang Hao asked.

The boss shook his head vigorously, "These bottles are only sold on consignment, the original price is so much, I have no right to change it, I charge a 6% commission, unless you meet with Sir Mario." ”

"Can you introduce me to this Sir Mario?" Jiang Hao asked.

"This ......"

The boss hesitated, okay, Jiang Hao knew that this guy was going to ask for benefits, so he took out a hundred lira and said: "This is the referral fee, of course, the negotiation is done, your commission is still yours, if that Sir Mario doesn't give it, I'll give it, how about it." ”

The boss happily took the 100 lira, "No problem, Sir Mario's estate is in the country, do you have a car, do you want me to take you and this beautiful lady." After saying that, the owner of the glasses looked at Marlena, as if showing that he had a car.

"We have a car."

The three cars drove out of the city together, walked for about ten kilometers, came to a small town, stopped at a manor at the edge of the town, Jiang Hao took a look, this manor covers a large area, looking at the decorations on those buildings, it was also very luxurious back then, but it couldn't escape the erosion of time, and many places showed mottled traces.

"It's here, this is Sir Mario's home." Said the owner of the antique shop.

Everyone got out of the car, Jiang Hao asked Pia and a few people to wait in the car, and he took Marlena into the manor with the antique shop owner.

After a while, an old woman in her fifties opened the door, looked at the three people outside the door and asked, "Do you have any business?" ”

"Hello, I'm the owner of an antique shop, and I've come to Sir Mario, where I came a few months ago." The boss said.

The old woman looked at him, "I don't remember, you wait, I'll go and inform the master." ”

After about a few minutes, the old woman opened the door and invited the three of them in, Jiang Hao walked into this house, the decoration inside was very European classical, and the furniture looked a little old, but it was well maintained, and the wood used was even better.

On the spiral staircase, an old man in pajamas and slippers, with two curled beards, looked at the three of them, and said to the owner of the antique shop: "Gustavo, are you here to send me money, have those oriental antiques been sold?" ”

The boss spread his hands, "No, but I brought you a customer who is interested in buying your vases, but he thinks the price is too expensive and wants to talk to you face to face." ”

The old man turned his head to Jiang Hao and Marlena, stayed on Jiang Hao's face for a second, and then fixed his gaze on Marlena's face, and then showed a surprised expression, but quickly covered it up, and walked downstairs to Marlena, "Hello, beautiful lady, I'm Sir Mario, it's an honor to meet you today." ”

The old guy reached out and wanted to take Marlena's hand and give her a kiss, but Jiang Hao quickly stretched out his hand, shook it with the old man, and said, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Renato Bernano." ”

The owner of the antique shop said that he was a famous playboy when he was young, and he really didn't change his character, and he attacked his own women when he came up, but in Jiang Hao's eyes, he was just a plumber.

The hand was held by Jiang Hao, the old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook hands with Jiang Hao.

"Your female companion is so beautiful, I have read countless women, and her appearance can definitely rank in the top three." The old man said.

Jiang Hao smiled, "I think she is the first, the unique first in this world." ”

The old man also smiled, "Yes, in the eyes of the lover, she is your first, come, let's sit down and have a cup of black tea, and talk about my fine porcelain from the mysterious East." ”

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