Hearing this voice, Chris frowned and looked up to look for recognition.
He saw a young man wearing a white linen suit, black shoes, and all kinds of bracelets, walking towards this side.
Although it was daylight, he wore a pair of antique gold-rimmed glasses with two round black glass plates, the kind of "civilization mirror" that the late Quiznosang dynasty wore.
The young man was followed by four or five bodyguards. Compared with his looks, these bodyguards looked alot more fierce and evil, and every one next to him quickly moved away to avoid causing trouble.
"Yeah, it turned out to be Trevor!"
As soon as the boss saw the young man, he immediately opened his eyes and smiled, and the flattering words came out of his mouth like running water: "Mr. Trevor, why didn't you say anything in advance when you came here today? I'd have come to the street to welcome you."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I will just take a look today." The young man waved his hand impatiently.
He strode forward, took a look at the stone in Chris's hand, and raised his head to ask the boss: "Luke Miller, put this stone up for me! There is a paperweight stone on my dad's desk. It is just right to use it. !"
"This" the mung bean eye boss gave a dry smile, looked at Chris with a grimace, and said to please: "Mr. Trevor, this is really unfortunate! The stone has been bought by this brother! Actually, this stone is nothing special. Except for the press paper, it has no use for anything. I have specially reserved better products for you. What is the beauty of the worthless stones? Only the top quality products are worthy of your identity."
Chris knew that this boss was named Stephan Miller, and he seemed to know this young man.
However, he was also amazed at Luke Miller's lip service.
He's really talkative to people and nonsense to ghosts.
Luke Miller quickly took out the hardened plastic jade horse, splashing in his mouth, "Mr. Trevor, this is the beloved object of the former imperial concubine. You see, this jade is crystal clear, and the jade is of good quality, so let's not talk too much. For the sake of Mr. Trevor, the price you bought the chicken tank cup is the same as yesterday. You can take it for nine thousand!"
Davis was speechless when he heard that, the same fake chicken tank cup, dare to buy three hundred and still take advantage of it. He didn't expect that Trevor actually spent nine thousand!
"Don't talk nonsense!", Mr. Trevor was impatient at hearing, kicked Luke Miller to the side, and said arrogantly: "I just like this stone, you give it to me, I will give you Twenty thousand!"
When Luke Miller heard 20,000, his heart suddenly became hot, and he turned his head and said to Chris: "Brother, how about you give it to Trevor?"
Chris frowned and said coldly, "This is something I bought, and I don't want to transfer it to others."
"Who asked you to transfer it? You haven't paid any money, whoever paid for it!", Mr. Trevor said impatiently, then took out a wallet from his arms, took a stack of banknotes, and threw them on Luke's face.
"No need to look for 20,000, I'll take it."
Luke's eyes lit up, and he quickly took the banknotes in his hand and smiled at Chris: "Brother, I also have an inkstone paperweight from Emperor Kaxi. It is better to keep it than this."
Chris smiled and said, "Luke Miller, you don't need to break those things, right? I bought this paperweight first, and I am not interested in giving it to others."
Seeing Chris didn't let go, Luke couldn't help it.
After all, according to the rules of the antique transaction, it is to buy first, and if he breaks the rules, he will not be able to work in this antique street as soon as the news spreads.
Luke Miller had to turn around, nodded, and said to Mr. Trevor: "Mr. Trevor, this paperweight is really not a good thing, there is something better in my house."
Before he could finish his words, Mr. Trevor kicked his waist and cursed: "You have been courageous? I have bought several things from you, now you actually turn your elbow away to help a poor man talk?"
Luke Miller who was kicked sat on the ground, clutching his waist and grunting, complaining: "Mr. Trevor, if he doesn't give it to me, I can't help it."
As he said, he winked at Chris vigorously, wanting him to let the stone out.
Just by looking at Chris's clothes and manners, he could tell that he didn't have much money in his family, and naturally should have no power or influence.
To be continued.....
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