"But I think it's probably not worth much money, so I might as well take it home as a keepsake."
George was caught off guard by the lady's boomerang of a comment, nearly throwing out his back.
"Let me appraise it for you anyway," George said reluctantly, sighing as he watched the photo being put away, aware that he had rattled the snake in the grass.
But he had already made quite a bit of money today.
Making more would be impolite.
"Do you have anything else you'd like to sell, ma'am?" George asked.
The lady immediately took out another box and from it, she produced an antique-looking bronze swan oil pot, and said seriously, "This is a bronze artifact from the Shang-Zhou period that I bought from an antique dealer in Chinatown a few years ago! I want you to appraise it, and if the price is right, I'll sell it to you."
Allen Zhang glanced at the palm-sized bronze oil pot she had taken out.
He didn't quite know what to say for a moment.
From an antique shop in Chinatown?
