Not long after, he arrived in front of the stall, which instantly aroused the alertness of the two bodyguards, because they all subconsciously cast cold glances at Chu Yang.
But Chu Yang ignored this look and strode forward to the stall.
The stall owner raised his head and glanced at Chu Yang, but didn't pay attention because there were too many customers coming and going every night. He just felt that few people at Chu Yang's age would come to visit the ghost market.
After all, most of the ghost markets are filled with antiques of unknown origins and deep water. They are real and fake, and are a mixed bag. Even many experienced and elderly people would be able to spot them, let alone a young person like Chu Yang. Younger.
Moreover, very few young people nowadays like antiques, and there are really not many young people in the ghost market.
However, the stall owner was busy greeting the old man and didn't pay much attention to Chu Yang.
The bodyguard of the old man in rich clothes saw that Chu Yang was not hostile and was just a passerby, so he put away his hostility, but was still wary of Chu Yang, lest Chu Yang would make dangerous moves towards their master. .
It seems that the identity of this old man is really very noble.
The old man was continuing to communicate with the stall owner and didn't pay attention to Chu Yang who was standing next to him just now.
"Put away this painting and the Xuande furnace. I want them." The old man said to the stall owner.
Chu Yang glanced at the painting and the Xuande furnace and saw that they were both fake.
However, it is a true gentleman to watch chess without speaking. There are also rules in the antique shop. Don't interfere in other people's transactions. If a buyer buys a fake, it can only be attributed to the buyer's own poor eyesight and no one else can be blamed.
"How much does this painting cost?" the old man asked the stall owner.
"Fifty thousand, this is Zhang Daqian's painting. Boss, you really know the goods." The stall owner raised his head and gave a thumbs up to the old man.
Only then did Chu Yang see the stall owner's face clearly. He was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a greasy face. His slender eyes were quite special and could be regarded as a characteristic of the stall owner's appearance.
When Chu Yang saw the signature on the painting, he smiled faintly. The handwriting on the signature looked fake. The old man didn't understand Zhang Daqian's handwriting.
But it is true that not all people with status and status are experts in antiques, and not all experts in antiques are powerful big shots.
Many old players have studied antiques all their lives, but in their later years they are impoverished.
"Boss, this Xuande furnace is more expensive, one million." The stall owner bid.
Looking at the Xuande stove again, it is not a Xuande stove from the Ming Dynasty at all, but an imitation from the Republic of China. The signature on the bottom is not regular and random.
Authentic products are all written in regular script, with regular fonts and rigorous structure.
After all, this is something belonging to the royal family. If the craftsman fails to make it, he will be beheaded, but the stall owner actually sells it for 300,000 yuan. It’s really fucking shameful.
It seems that the stall owner has not encountered such a generous and ignorant buyer in a long time, so he must be caught and slaughtered.
Moreover, if the price is lowered, buyers will think that the item is fake. If one pays 10,000 yuan for an authentic painting by Zhang Daqian, no one will believe it.
This is human psychology.
The current call for five hundred thousand is still low. If it is an authentic work, it will be properly multiplied by ten or twenty times once it is put into operation at the auction house.
The old man readily asked the bodyguard to pay, and he was a wealthy owner.
"Okay boss, I'll wrap up this Xuande stove for you. Look, if you need any more, I'll wrap them up for you." The stall owner said to the old man.
The old man's face suddenly turned serious and he said, "I'm afraid you don't have what I need!"
The stall owner said: "Boss, don't underestimate my small stall. Although it is not as high-end as auction houses and antique shops, the treasures I have here are no less than those of antique shops. You must also know some things. It’s really inconvenient to get it out in the open, so we have markets with street stalls, you know.”
The old man said: "I saw it, you really don't have it on the stall, but I don't know if you have it at home."
The stall owner immediately became interested and asked hurriedly: "Boss, tell me, what is it?"
The old man lowered his voice and said, "Are there any Longmen relics?"
