Chen Yu listened to the old man's inquiry, and couldn't help but smile on his face, and said helplessly: "Uncle, we are in someone's store now!

"What is the most important thing about antiques is rules and face.

"If I tell you the background of this porcelain bottle without reservation, what's the difference between this and the openly smashing the job of a store?"

After saying that, he shook his head slightly, "Young people cannot do such a thing as smashing people's signatures. Besides, if the store owner comes to ask questions after he knows it, I will not take any action. It will inevitably cause many unnecessary troubles. Please don't make things difficult for me!"

After listening to Chen Yu's words quietly, the old man with a smile, waved his hand and said, "My friend, I have been in this world for more than seventy years, why don't I understand this?

"I naturally know what you said is reasonable.

"But in other antique shops, you may be cautious in everything and be careful everywhere, but here you don't have these concerns."

Speaking of this, he raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man who was behind the counter and focused on calculating the accounts. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, "See, the person who wrote the calculations at the counter is the shopkeeper of this store.

"He is a junior in my family. Here, let alone just talking about antiques, even if he really smashed the store, he would have to smile and say that it would be smashed well!"

After saying that, the old silver-haired man turned to look at the butler beside him dressed up. A Fu, who was slightly fat, looked calm but with a bit of majestic order: "A Fu, let A Hui bring me the tea. I want to have a good chat with this little friend."

Afu quickly responded respectfully, walked to the counter like a windy person under his feet, and then leaned over and whispered a few times in the ear of the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately put down the account book in his hand, his face filled with smiles. He skillfully picked up the teapot and poured two cups of steaming black tea into the blue and white porcelain cups steadily.

As the rising heat spread out in the store with the fragrance of tea, he walked respectfully to the old man, bowed slightly, handed the tea with both hands, and said respectfully: "Uncle Six, you drink tea."

Seeing this scene, Chen Yu knew there was no need to shirk it, “Uncle, since that’s the case, I will just say it!

"The bottle you are looking at is called the Soul Bottle, which is an underworld weapon used for burial in ancient times.

"To put it bluntly, it is an object for dead people. It is best not to touch the living people if they can."

After saying that, Chen Yu's eyes were filled with a hint of caution, "And you feel the feeling carefully. Don't you feel the faint yin and cold air on it?"

When the old man heard this, his face changed slightly, and he subconsciously took a half step back, and a hint of panic and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the soul bottle for a while and said with lingering fear: "Wouldn't that mean that this is the place where the dead souls live?"

Chen Yu nodded with a serious expression and patiently explained: "That's about that."

"Look at the house on the bottle, it is built to provide the soul with habitat.

"In ancient times, transportation was extremely inconvenient. Many people left their hometowns and died in a foreign land, and even their bodies were difficult to retrieve.

"Families are eager to miss each other and have to find a way to bring back the souls of the deceased. The ancients came up with this way to make a soul bottle to express their condolences and place their souls."

The old man, with a little surprise, approached the porcelain bottle again, his brows tightly twisted into the character "chuan". The wrinkles on his face seemed like gullies, and he murmured to himself: "No wonder I saw the birth date and horoscope on it, which is really unlucky!

"Bao, it's so unlucky!"

After saying that, he stood up and smiled gratefully at Chen Yu, "Friend, fortunately you reminded me in time, otherwise, I would buy this thing as a treasure, and I would really make a big joke at that time!"

Chen Yu frowned and couldn't help asking: "Uncle, since this is your nephew's store, why don't you ask him directly about the background of the porcelain bottle?"

The old silver-haired man smiled helplessly and explained: "You little friend, you don't know anything. He is just a person who manages the accounts.

“In fact, he opened this store with someone.

"Another partner is planning to go to the mainland for retirement and is preparing to give him all the shares in the store. You see, he is writing and calculating there, just thinking about how much money should be paid to the partner, and he doesn't have to worry about studying these antiques. So, asking him is useless."

After saying that, the old man with silver hair looked at Chen Yu again with gratitude, and said earnestly: "My friend, it's really thanks to you this time. Originally, an old friend of mine celebrated his birthday, and I thought about buying an antique for him as a gift. Seeing that this soul bottle has a unique style and a good glaze color, I planned to buy it.

"Oh, if you really give this underworld weapon as a birthday gift, those decades of friendship will probably be ruined on the spot!

"Not to mention, some people will be ridiculed for the rest of their lives."

Chen Yu looked at the old man who was still in fear and comforted softly: "Uncle, don't worry too much. Now this porcelain bottle is still in the store, as long as you don't touch it, there will be no trouble.

"As for the so-called yin and cold air, it is more of a psychological feeling in people. From a scientific point of view, there is no basis.

"But in the collection world, most people do have some taboos on underworld tools, after all, the meaning is not very good."

The old man took a deep breath and a wry smile appeared on his face: "Oh, I'm old, I can't help but have some superstitions. If it weren't for your young man's eyes and my old eyes were dizzy today, I would have made a big mistake. By the way, my friend, I think you know these antiques well, and I must have been working in this industry for many years, right?"

Chen Yu smiled humbly, "Uncle, I have been particularly fascinated by antiques since I was a child. I like to study various antique knowledge. After a long time, I naturally accumulate some experience. In fact, it is nothing, I just understand a little bit of the surface.

"You are busy first, I'll go to the counter to settle this pen holder."

There is no need to chat with strangers who don’t recognize them for too long.

Chen Yu is ready to withdraw.

But the old man with silver hair seemed to have already understood his thoughts, and immediately picked up the cup of hot tea next to him quickly and handed it to him, "Young boy, modesty is a rare virtue, but your eyesight and insight are not comparable to ordinary people.

"I heard you speak with the accent of Jiangnan Province, and Dongjiang dialect and Chuzhou dialect are mixed. Dongjiang and Chuzhou have been a place where literary styles are prosperous and cultural heritages are gathered. I guess, you must be a manager in a well-known antiques business, right?"

Chen Yu grinned, held the teacup and did not drink it, and replied truthfully: "To be honest, Uncle, I did not work in the antiques business, but I run a small shop in the antiques city of Chuzhou. The main thing is to do some small antique business and barely make a living!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately became interested, "Oh? This is even more difficult! Nowadays, this antique business is mixed with traps and tricks, and it is quite difficult to run a store well. My friend, I guess there must be a lot of good treasures for sale in your store, right?"

Chen Yu didn't know what the old man was for. After a few words, he put down the teacup and was about to flash.
Chapter completed!