Lin Feng called Xu Yao and asked her if any old friends had contacted her.
Because Lin Feng and Xu Yao were getting married back then, and Xu Yao also knew all of Lin Feng's friends. Xu Yao never changed her number, so it was still possible for old friends to contact Lin Feng through her.
However, after asking Xu Yao, Xu Yao said no.
After Lin Feng disappeared that year, several of his friends also asked about Lin Feng's situation one after another, but after three or four years, there was no news.
Most of them thought that Lin Feng should have passed away.
Put away your phone.
Lin Feng returned to Vice President Qi and continued shopping.
Since the other party had Lin Feng's mobile phone number and Lin Feng was back, he knew that he and his old friend would be able to contact him sooner or later.
He was in no hurry.
There is basically nothing to gain at the antique market during the day.
Although there are indeed not many real things, there is nothing that can catch Lin Feng's eyes, and there is nothing that can catch Lin Feng's eyes for less than 1,000 yuan.
Vice President Qi asked Xu Jingcheng about his gains.
Xu Jingcheng didn't take action either.
Today happens to be the weekend, and in the evening, there is the largest ghost market of the week.
Xu Jingcheng saw a pen holder before. It was pretty decent. It could be bought for less than one thousand yuan. It would not be a problem to increase the market price by ten times. It could be valued at ten thousand or twenty thousand. However, he felt that it was impossible for such a Xiaoluo to win against Lin Feng.
So, Xu Jingcheng was waiting for the ghost market at night.
As for Lin Feng.
Even if he spends a thousand yuan to buy antiques, he will not just buy something casually.
If he couldn't buy the antiques he wanted with the money in this market, Lin Feng would rather give up the competition. This was Lin Feng's own principle for buying and selling antiques.
Night falls.
Jinling antique market is brightly lit.
On these streets and alleys, if you arrive late, there won’t even be room for a street vendor.
Compared with the daytime, the items on these antique streets have increased several times at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Although there are many people, this ghost market is quiet.
Occasionally someone would ask about the price, but they wouldn’t say much.
That's how buying things in the ghost market is, buy what you like, don't discuss it, don't ask where it comes from, but you can negotiate the price, don't talk much, and keep your voice low.
This is a rule that has been circulating in the antique ghost market since the Qing Dynasty.
Anyone who is a true insider knows this.
Lin Feng walked along the roadside stall and watched. Read the book
The most prosperous time for the ghost market is at night. There are indeed a lot more good things on these street stalls at night.
There were a few items. Lin Feng glanced at them. However, he knew that those items were genuine without picking them up. He could probably get them for less than a thousand yuan, but the real market valuation of those items was not known. Over fifty thousand.
There is a leak, but it's too small.
This is completely inconsistent with Lin Feng's own pursuit of antiques.
He doesn’t play for the sake of playing.
after.
Lin Feng saw a piece of porcelain at a stall in a very remote place on the antique street, which was estimated to be worth over 200,000 yuan.
It was a brush washer, an authentic product from Ge Kiln. However, the other party casually placed the thing among a bunch of fakes, and did not protect the porcelain in any way.
The stall owner probably didn't know that it was a genuine brush washer from Ge kiln in the Song Dynasty.
Unfortunately, this payment still failed to meet Lin Feng's requirements.
Lin Feng's eyesight was unparalleled and had been tempered for seven years. Even a femme fatale could not defeat him. Even before he reached the stall, he had already seen this brush wash.
He whispered to Qi Fengshou.
"Vice President Qi, there is a Song Dynasty Ge kiln brush washer in that stall. It is estimated to fetch 200,000 yuan. Go and buy it. If you put it among those fakes, it will be damaged sooner or later!"
Qi Fengshou next to him was stunned for a moment.
Asked Lin Feng in a low voice.
"You do not want?"
Lin Feng shook his head.
"don't want."
Qi Fengshou said again.
"The other porcelain in that stall is worthless. You can definitely get it for less than a thousand yuan!"
Vice President Qi felt that Lin Feng might have thought that the stall owner would not sell for less than one thousand, so he said that, but Lin Feng said otherwise.
"You can take it, but that one isn't up to snuff."
Hearing this, Qi Fengshou looked at Lin Feng blankly, as if looking at a monster.
One thousand yuan, picking up a Ge Kiln brush washer that missed 200,000 yuan, isn't it enough?
This result is probably enough for Xu Jingcheng to lose this competition.
Vice President Qi confirmed it again.
"Mr. Lin, do you really don't want it?"
Lin Feng nodded.
"real."
then.
Vice-President Qi walked to the stall and started looking at it casually. At first he didn't use the Ge Kiln brush to wash it, but later he picked it up, looked at it casually, and then put it down.
One operation was very ruthless, and the techniques were sophisticated.
"These pieces cost 2,000 yuan, will you pay them?"
The stall owner was wearing a black peaked cap. He was not that old, about the same age as Lin Feng. He was sitting on a pony, playing games very happily. When he heard someone asking, the man stopped, glanced at Qi Fengshou and pointed at those pieces of porcelain.
"Okay, I'll pack it for you!"
The other party actually agreed readily. Normally, the stall owner would definitely raise the price to the highest point that the customers can accept, and then stop.
So Qi Fengshou was a bit surprised.
"Thank you so much, little brother!"
Among the pieces of porcelain Qi Fengshou pointed to, the Ge Kiln porcelain was included.
behind.
Lin Feng looked at the stall owner seriously and stared at his face.
The reason why he reacted this way was because the stall owner's voice was very familiar when he said, OK, I'll pack it for you.
Lin Feng didn't quite believe that such a coincidence would happen.
But that voice was that of one of his best buddies back then.
After careful identification at this moment, Lin Feng also saw that it was him who was right.
"Tiedan'er! Is that you?"
Lin Feng asked.
Tiedan'er is a nickname. His real name is Chen Tiesheng. He and Lin Feng grew up in the same alley. After graduating from high school, they did not go to the same school. However, after graduation, they often gathered together and had a close relationship with Lin Feng.
Back then, Lin Feng got drunk on the eve of the wedding, and Chen Tiesheng was also present.
Later, when Lin Feng woke up, he was locked in the darkroom of the villa.
there.
Chen Tiesheng, who was holding his mobile phone and preparing to receive the transfer, looked up at Lin Feng.
He was stunned on the spot.
Then, he blinked a few times, and then couldn't help but ask.
"Madman, are you really still alive?"
"I really thought you were dead. Why haven't you contacted your buddies after all these years? Do you know that I went to your house to find you many times, and your family members said that you might have passed away? I called you and called you for three years..."
Chen Tiesheng couldn't help but choked up as he spoke.
He came over and hugged Lin Feng.
Vice President Qi was stunned on the spot, completely unaware of what was going on.
Then, Chen Tiesheng wiped away his tears and asked.
"Madman, what happened to you back then?"
Lin Feng took a deep breath and said.
"It's a long story. I'll have a chat with you when I have time."
"Oh, by the way, I received two text messages on my phone. Were they from you?"
