The third master looked at the table silently. More than a dozen items were placed scattered on the table, all of which were bronze ware, which I bought or wanted during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

I don’t have much confidence in these things because they are all very ordinary and I bought them casually at that time. I don’t know if these things are considered street stalls in this era.

The third master looked left and right, sometimes picked it up and observed it carefully for a while, sometimes smelled it with his nose, or took out something to use it on it.

He looked at it very well. After watching it for more than two hours, I was upset, but it was difficult to disturb him. It was normal to read it carefully, especially these things that were ragged in my eyes and priceless in their eyes.

I started to wander around the room bored and looked around. There were many things I knew or didn’t know, most of which were something I didn’t know, and some things similar to those I took out, but I could tell at a glance that it was not something from our era. There was no need to identify it, and at a glance it was a zombie and exorcist intuition.

Just as I was watching randomly, the third master finally finished his work, put down the things I took out, sat on the sofa and let out a long breath, then picked up a cigarette, lit it, and then took a deep breath.

I also ran over and picked up one. I haven't smoked for a long time and I almost forgot what the cigarette tasted.

After the third master pulled one, he lit another one, and didn't say a word in the middle. I felt so uneasy. What was going on in my heart? Don't these things work? I just said it's not OK to take out some rags. It seems that those serious things are the bottom line.

And it wouldn't be enough if you didn't take those things. You said I had eaten this meal and the lady looked for it. In the end, the matter was not done for anyone. How could we meet again in the future? Don't we poke my back and scold me?

Just as I was about to tell him that I was showing him some serious things, the third master finally spoke: "Nothing of these things is not priceless. I have robbed the tombs of so many years and resold the antiques of so many years. It was the first time I saw such a well-preserved antique, and they were all antiques from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Anything these things can cause a sensation if they are leaked out."

After saying that, he looked at me and continued, "I don't know how to price these things you have, because there are too many things. Nothing in it is valuable. If I ask me to pay it in one go, I can't afford it. Moreover, these things are national treasures, and just a few are enough to be shot. I can't resell them in a short time."

I felt relieved when I heard this. Oh, so that's it. I thought he disliked my things and scared me. It's just this thing. I thought my grandson wanted to return the goods. Isn't it just that the money is not enough? It's not a big deal.

"San Master, you can give me as much money as you want first. I'm not in a hurry. You can just give me it slowly in the future. It doesn't matter. If you look at it, you can estimate the price for me." I said with a smile after I felt relieved.

Then I took out a Shang Dynasty jewelry from my body and said with a smile: "Third Master, meeting is fate. I have nothing to do with you. This little thing is not respected. I hope you can accept it and not go to our friends."

When the third master saw the thing in my hand, his eyes were almost flying out! He stared at the artifact in my hand and snatched it over, took it in his hand and looked carefully. After a long time, he pointed at his nose with saliva and said, "Did you give this thing to me? Do you know how much this thing is worth?"

I smiled and nodded and said, "I really don't know how much it is, but I know this should be more valuable than the ones I took out."

The third master looked at the things in his hand and was a little confused. He held them in his hand for a while, looked at them carefully, and then returned them to me and said, "I really can't ask for this, it's too expensive."

I didn't answer, but just smiled and said, "If the third master treats me as a friend, he will leave the things. If he doesn't treat me as my friend, then I will take the things and leave now."

The third master smiled helplessly and said, "That's right, I won't pretend to you when I have sex with you. This thing is indeed a good baby."

I pointed to the rags on the table (in my eyes, in their eyes, invaluable treasures) and asked, "San Master, please give me a accurate number, how much are these things worth?"

The third master pulled the table and said, "I estimated these things to be about 6.7 million, and judging from the current market, these things should still be rising."

After saying that, the third master looked up at my expression, and I had no expression on my face...

I have no idea about the money in this era. I really don’t count how much more than 6 million is, so after he said this number, I didn’t react much. Moreover, in this era, I always wrote a number on a piece of paper and said it to money. I always think it’s unrealistic, but I still think it’s real money and silver.

Seeing that I had no expression, the third master thought the price was a bit low, so he said, "Brother, the prices I give you are the most standard. These things are not easy to deal with in my hands, so I really can't afford the price..."

"San Master, stop talking about these things. They are all friends. If I don't believe it, you won't give you anything. Just look at it." I interrupted him, and it's just a joke. These things are the most ragged rags in my tomb. It's good to be sold. How could I be picky?

"Then like this, I'll give you a total of seven million, but I don't have that much cash in my hand now, and I can give you up to two million. I'll give you the remaining five million when I sell all the things. Do you think this is OK?"

Of course I have no objection. These rags have taken up a lot of places in me. I have long wanted to throw them out. It is better to exchange them for money.

The third master began to clean up one by one, and asked me while cleaning up: "How do you give you money? Should you give you cash or to your card?"

This question really caught me. Yes, how do I give me money? Cash? This is OK. Check in? What is the card? Can I eat it?

After looking at me, the third master suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I forgot, you came out of there (where?). There should be no ID card used here, nor any bank card or other things."
Chapter completed!