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

He walked over, raised his hand and took a ear bottle from the shelf, turned it over and looked at it, and found that there was a seal signed at the bottom of the bottle, "Made by Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty."

Jiang Hao felt a little moved. If this is true, it would be a good thing. Think about it, it is 1941, and it is probably true. Even if it is a counterfeit, it must be something from the Republic of China.

He looked at the other pieces of porcelain, which were all signed by the Qing Dynasty, including three from Qianlong, one from Yongzheng, and one from Kangxi. The three of them lived together.

The boss is a guy in his forties with eyes. He first glanced at Malena, then walked to Jiang Hao and said with a smile: "What, does this gentleman like these oriental porcelains? Have you studied these?"

Jiang Hao spread his hands, "No, I am a painter, I just think the colors of these bottles look good, so I took them down and took them to take a look."

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

"Can you tell me about the origin and history of these bottles?" Jiang Hao asked in a curious manner.

The boss said: "Do you intend to buy it?"

Jiang Hao rolled his eyes secretly. He was such a stingy guy and couldn't even bear to say a few more words.

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

"They are antiques." The boss said a little frustrated.

"But I don't know their history, right? The value of antiques is reflected in its value of history, culture, craftsmanship, times and humanities. If you can come up with a painting by Titian, I will definitely know whether you should buy it." Jiang Hao jokingly said.

It's the boss' turn to roll his eyes.

I thought to myself, I also know that such paintings should be treasured.

"These bottles were consigned by a down-and-out nobleman from Palermo. I heard from him that his uncle had visited a place called the Qing Dynasty. At that time, his uncle seemed to be the commander of the Eastern Expeditionary Army of the Italian army."

"Later, the war with the Qing Dynasty went to great lengths, and they naturally won. Then they robbed the palace of the Eastern country. His uncle got back a lot of such things. Later, his uncle settled in Palermo in his later years, and there was a small manor in the suburb town. I have been there and the scenery is pretty good."

Speaking of here, the boss spread his hands and said, "His uncle had no children and passed all his property to him. That guy used to be a playboy and was very popular with women. He lingered in the flowers for decades. Later, he spent the money left to him by his uncle and got old. He returned to the small manor to retire again."

"He has no income and is very down and now he takes out these things and wants to try some money. I went to his basement to pick a few of them, but these things have been here for half a year and no one cares about them. I originally thought people would be interested in the ancient and mysterious East, but unfortunately, they didn't."

Jiang Hao knew it in his mind: "These bottles are of good color. How much do you plan to sell? If they are cheap, I can buy one or two to put flowers back."

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

"Oh, are you crazy?"

Jiang Hao screamed exaggeratedly, as if he was being stepped on his tail, scaring the boss and staring at Jiang Hao blankly.

"These broken pots and broken vases will cost thousands of lira, and only fools will buy them." Jiang Hao said angrily.

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

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

"have no idea."

"So, even you, the antique shop owner who studies antiques, doesn't know, how could anyone else know? And I believe that almost all Italians will not know that mysterious Eastern Qing Dynasty."

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

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

"Are these bottles sold cheaply? You know, a better-looking glass vase is only a few dozen li." Jiang Hao asked.

The boss shook his head hard, "These bottles are just consignment. The price set at the beginning was so much. I have no right to change it. I charge a 6% commission unless you interview Sir Mario."

"Can you recommend this Sir Mario for me?" Jiang Hao asked.

"this......"

The boss hesitated, OK, Jiang Hao knew that this guy was preparing to get better, so he took out a hundred lira and said, "This is the referral fee. Of course, the negotiation is completed. Your commission is still yours. If Sir Mario doesn't give it, I will give it, what."

The boss happily took 100 lira, "No problem, Sir Mario's estate is in the countryside. Do you have a car? Do you want me to carry you and this beautiful lady?" After saying that, the boss looked at Marina, as if showing that he had a car.

“We have a car.”

The three cars drove out of the city together, walked about ten kilometers, came to a small town, and stopped at a manor on the edge of the town. Jiang Hao looked at it. The manor covered a large area. Looking at the decorations on the buildings, I thought it was also very luxurious back then, but it could not escape the erosion of time, and mottled traces were revealed in many places.

"I'm here, this is Sir Mario's home." said the antique shop owner.

Everyone got out of the car, Jiang Hao asked Pia and others to wait in the car, and he took Malena to walk into the manor with the antique shop owner.

He patted the door, and soon an old woman in her fifties opened the door, looked at the three people outside the door and asked, "Is there anything you have to do?"

"Hello, I'm the owner of an antique shop. I'm here a few months ago." The boss said.

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

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

An old man in pajamas slippers walked down the spiral stairs, with two beards on his face, looked at the three of them and said to the antique shop owner: "Gustavo, are you here to give me money? Have those oriental antiques been sold?"

The boss spread his hands, "No, but I brought you a customer who intends to buy your vases, but he thinks it's expensive and wants to talk to you in person."

The old man turned his head to Jiang Hao and Marlena, stayed on Jiang Hao's face for a second, and then his eyes were frozen on Marlena's face, and then he showed a stunning expression, but he quickly covered it up and walked downstairs to Marlena, "Hello, beautiful lady, I am Sir Mario, I'm a great honor to see you today."

The old guy reached out to hold Marlena's hand and gave her a kiss, but Jiang Hao quickly reached out and held it with the old man, saying, "I'll introduce myself. My name is Renato Bernano."

The antique shop owner said that he was a famous playboy when he was young, but his character remained unchanged. He attacked his woman when he came up, but in Jiang Hao's eyes, he was just a plumber.

The old man was stunned when his hand was held by Jiang Hao, then smiled and shook with Jiang Hao.

"Your female companion is so beautiful. I have seen countless girls. Her appearance can definitely be ranked in the top three." The old man said.

Jiang Hao smiled, "I think she is the number one, the only one in the world."
Chapter completed!