Chapter 233 - Imperial Toilet Door (1/2)
Chapter 233 Imperial Toilet Door
Liu Yage hesitated for a moment, then stretched out two fingers and said, ”This gate costs 200 yuan.”
Qin Haodong was dumbfounded. The woman was really merciful that she only asked for 200 yuan at this time. Although that shabby door was not worth a hundred yuan, he did not allow Huang Weili to pay more money.
”200 yuan, right?”
Huang Weili scornfully took out two notes of 100 yuan and threw them at Liu Yage's face.
Liu Yage was kind but not weak; otherwise she would not be able to support a family. Huang Weili's disrespectful action immediately annoyed her. She said, ”Huang Weili, what are you doing?”
Huang Weili said with a mean smile, ”What am I doing? I'm giving you money. You said 200 yuan and I gave you 200 yuan. Isn't that real money?”
In his view, a problem that could be solved with money was not a problem at all.
Liu Yage just wanted to say something, but she was stopped by Qin Haodong. ”Big sister, manager Huang is right. Since he gave you money, you should accept it happily.”
Huang Weili said proudly, ”That's why you've been bothering me for so long. Just for some money?”
Qin Haodong said to Liu Yage, ”Sister, let me ask him for money to pay for the remaining door. I'll get a reasonable price.”
”Oh! All right then!” Liu Yage nodded, and now she had absolute trust in Qin Haodong.
Huang Weili scornfully said, ”It's just a shabby wooden door. Why make such a big fuss. It's the same for any of you to bargain with me. Say, how much do you want?”
Qin Haodong smiled and then stretched out two fingers.
”200 yuan, yeah. My time wouldn't be wasted if you said it earlier.”
Huang Weili immediately pulled out two extra 100 yuan bills. But Qin Haodong said lightly: ”But it's two million yuan, not two hundred yuan!”
”What? Two million yuan, are you kidding?” Huang Weili was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.
He turned to Nalan Wuxia and said, ”Captain Nalan, you see? It's not that I don't want to compensate, but these people are blackmailing me. Even a golden gate is not worth two million yuan.”
Nalan Wuxia felt ridiculous, but she also felt that Qin Haodong had gone too far. Such a wooden door could only cost one or two thousand yuan at most, and it was already a sky-high price. It didn't make sense that he should ask for two million yuan.
Then Qin Haodong said, ”I have my reasons to ask for two million yuan. This is not blackmailing. Our door is a pure antique. It is said to be the toilet door of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, so it's Sister Liu's heirloom. Now it's been smashed by you. It's fair enough to have you pay two million yuan.”
Huang Weili cried excitedly, ”Nonsense! Can you be more absurd? How could you say that it's an antique and that it is Emperor Kangxi's toilet door? You have no factual basis. You are obviously blackmailing. Who can prove this door an antique?”
”I can prove it!”
During the conversation, a middle-aged man came in from outside the crowd.
”Who are you? What proof do you have?”
The middle-aged man seemed a little familiar, but Huang Weili couldn't immediately remember where he had met him.
The middle-aged man took out a certificate from his pocket and said, ”I am Guo Feng, director of the Jiangnan Antique Appraisal Center. Now I officially declare that this door was passed down from the Qing Dynasty, and it is indeed the imperial toilet door once used by Emperor Kangxi. It is valued at a minimum of three million yuan; two million yuan is a bargain for you.”
Guo Feng had been there for a while, but Qin Haodong had been busy so he did not come forward to speak. Everyone's attention was focused on Qin Haodong and Huang Weili. No one had noticed his arrival.
Generally speaking, as an expert in antiques appraisal, every calculation would be carefully conducted, otherwise, if the appraisal is wrongly made, it would greatly affect his reputation, and he may lose the qualification of an expert.
At this moment, Guo Feng resolutely stood on the side of Qin Haodong; such a villain as Huang Weili must pay a price.
”What?”
Huang Weili almost choked to death. He had just said that Qin Haodong was blackmailing, but immediately—out came an expert. An authentic director of the Antique Appraisal Center.
Qin Haodong said, ”Did you hear that? Director Guo has just said two million yuan is a bargain for you. Pay quickly.”
Seeing Huang Weili being teased fiercely by Qin Haodong, the leukemia patients around him jumped with joy, as if it were New Year's Day, and together they cried, ”Pay! Pay as soon as possible!”
”I really don't have that much money!”
Huang Weili closed his wallet and blushed.
”No money? All right. Then let's do official business according to official principles.” Qin Haodong turned to Nalan Wuxia and said. ”Officer Nalan, the other side refuses to compensate. It seems that we can't reconcile. You'd better put him in detention!”
Nalan Wuxia understood him perfectly and waved her hand to the policeman behind her, ”Xiao Wang, catch him.”
The policeman answered yes, and then he was about to put Huang Weili in handcuffs.
Huang Weili quickly cried, ”Wait a minute! Wait! I'll pay, I'm willing to pay.”
Although two million yuan was too much, it was more important to keep the iron rice bowl with an annual salary of several million yuan. After all, when money was gone, you could earn it back. But when work was gone, you would be completely ruined. Reluctantly, he chose to pay the compensation.
Qin Haodong smiled and took a bank card from Liu Yage, who looked dull, and then he asked Huang Weili to put money into the card.