The few people watching dispersed. Although the bustle was nice to watch, selling goods was the most important thing. The black market that took place once a month was not that easy to enter, but it was much more profitable than the street stalls.
Didn’t you see that the boss just now earned more than 300,000 yuan? At a street stall, he may not be able to earn this amount of money in a year...
The boss obviously thinks so too. He has fifty or sixty items on his stall. They are basically all goods he got from his peers. The total value is less than 300,000. He only has one item in the next few hours. Even if they can't be sold, they still make a lot of money. There is no problem in giving one to He Ren.
He Ren was naturally not polite. He pointed to a small jar at the back and said, "Boss, just use that jar. I'm going to use it to raise crickets."
The boss smiled and took the jar that He Ren asked for, but said, "Handsome, you are mistaken, this is not a cricket jar, this is a chess jar, for holding Go chess pieces, but it's a pity that there is only one."
Since it was a gift, the boss didn't talk about so many rules and just put this small jar about ten centimeters high and fifteen centimeters in diameter into He Ren's hand.
He did not forget to explain in a low voice, "Handsome guy, let me tell you the truth, this thing is probably not real. I got it from someone else. I heard that person said that they have been cheating for several times. Don't read what is written below. The Ming Dynasty Wanli year system, but looking at this bag, I feel it is more like the Republic of China. How about I give you another one?"
After that, without waiting for He Ren's reaction, he picked up another inkstone from the stall and said, "Handsome man, this is a Duan inkstone from the late Qing Dynasty. It is engraved with spider banana leaves. It can be sold for two to three thousand yuan."
He Ren was happy. He felt that the boss was quite honest. He originally had his eye on a bottle, but now he could forget it and leave something valuable to the boss.
"I really like this jar. Since it's a chess jar, do you still have the lid?"
"No, handsome boy, you really don't want to change?"
"No, I really like this jar, so I'll take it away?"
The boss waved his hand and said, "Take it away."
Looking at He Ren's retreating figure, the boss sighed, he was not sincere. He mainly felt that the Duan Inkstone had too many cracks to fool others, and although the mouth of this jar was also fluffed, it did not cross the line. The large characters "Made in the Wanli Year of the Ming Dynasty" on the bottom were very similar to each other. It's a bit deceptive...
Zhang Nuo, Liu Fei and Xie Baokun all gathered around. They knew He Ren's eyesight. Since he asked for it by name, it must not be too bad.
At first glance, everyone was a little disappointed.
Even if the jar had no lid, there was still a piece missing. Zhang Nuo and Liu Fei had gone to Liulichang with He Ren and knew that the porcelain was fluffy, which was not worth the slightest comment.
Moreover, the jar is very colorful, with red, yellow, blue and green in all colors. Although there are four five-clawed dragons, the appearance of the dragons seems abstract.
It is said that this thing was painted by a modern primary school student, I am afraid some people believe it...
That is to say, the "Da Ming Wanli Year System" on the bottom of the jar is relatively reliable. It is a serious blue and white six-character double-line regular script inscription. However, the more reliable the bottom symbol is, the less reliable the whole jar appears...
Zhang Nuo asked, "Is this chess jar a good thing?"
He Ren shook his head, "It's either a chess jar or a cricket jar. Officially, it should be called a cricket jar or cricket basin."
Zhang Nuo was startled, "That's even more false, right? The Ming Dynasty also fought crickets? Wasn't it only the Qing Dynasty that did it?"
"Don't be fooled by those TV dramas. Carrying birds in cages, dog fighting and cock fighting are not their traditions. Especially cricket fighting has been around since the Tang Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was the most ruthless dynasty in cricket fighting. Not only did princes and ministers fight, but also People in the market also fight, even monks and nuns fight with crickets."
Zhang Nuo looked in disbelief, "A monk and a nun also fight crickets?"
"Really." He Ren said seriously, "Have you not heard the story of Jigong fighting crickets? Jigong was from the Southern Song Dynasty."
He Ren's words stunned several people. Xie Baokun asked, "Is this cricket jar real?"
"It's absolutely true. Otherwise, what would I use it for? It's a pity that the lid is gone and it's still a little damaged, otherwise it could be sold for two million. Now, it's only seven or eight million."
Zhang Nuo couldn't wait to give He Renbangbang two punches, only seven or eight hundred thousand?
In less than an hour, He Ren had already picked up nearly 2 million worth of items and missed them. The most annoying thing was that both items were given to him by the stall owner. What kind of luck is this?
He Ren was also lamenting his good luck, but it was not what Zhang Nuo thought. He was lamenting that it was so rare to encounter so many real things on the black market.
He didn't want to follow Xie Baokun to any private auction. If he kept picking up things here, he might be able to pick up 10 million. Wouldn't he be rich and free when he returned to Beijing?
After thinking about the current housing prices in Beijing, He Ren decisively gave up the idea. I am afraid that for 10 million, I can only buy a house in the third ring road. If I want to go to the second ring road, I will probably only be able to buy a house of 70 to 80 square meters...
Liu Fei suddenly said weakly, "So that boss made more than 300,000 yuan but lost 700,000 to 800,000 yuan?"
"You can't say that." He Ren said sternly, "If I didn't take action, this cricket jar would probably still be collecting dust on the stall, and it might break into pieces one day. Wouldn't that be even more of a pity?"
Everyone was speechless. He Ren's words made sense. They didn't know how to refute...
Zhang Nuo was a little discouraged. She was complacent about tens of thousands of dollars, and He Ren became a millionaire in a blink of an eye. She decisively changed the subject.
"Didn't you say that there are obvious weapons in the black market? We have visited more than ten stalls, right? Why didn't we see any?"
He Ren habitually quarreled with each other, "What do you think that thing is doing? Do you want to report it?"
Zhang Nuo put his hands on his hips and said, "No?"
"It's really not possible." Xie Baokun chuckled, "This can be regarded as a feature of the black market. Since there are local people entering the venue, the organizers must ensure their safety, so before dawn, they are the first batch of stall owners to leave. By the time you report it, they have already fled."
Zhang Nuo was still a little unconvinced, "Then no one will care?"
"There were people who wanted to take care of it before, but unfortunately they were suppressed by others. People who can organize the black market have some energy and are not so restless."
He Ren turned to comfort Zhang Nuo, "It doesn't matter. When I return to Beijing, I will report a few more big brothers who have made money to vent your anger. Then I will ask you to take statements every day."
"Bah, bah, bah." Zhang Nuo punched He Ren twice this time, "You're the one who takes the confession every day."
He Ren laughed loudly, and suddenly he was stunned and called him good guy. He obviously saw something terrible.
Several people followed He Ren's gaze and saw a bronze tripod standing brightly on a stall not far ahead. It was completely green and was at least half a meter high.
It must have been dug out not long ago, there is still soil on it.
The stall owner was wearing a black veil and sunglasses. He obviously knew that he would be invisible, but he kept shouting, "Warring States Bronze Cauldron, only 200,000."
Everyone in He Ren was dumbfounded, "How dare you sell this thing?"
