The place where Song Xing appeared turned out to be on a wide street running east-west.
There are many shops, and people are picking and bargaining loudly in front of the dazzling array of goods. There are noisy noises, crowds of people, and prosperity.
From time to time, pedestrians wearing old clothes passed by him, walking in a hurry and having their own joy, without any awareness of his sudden arrival.
Song Xing looked at this scene similar to that of the 1980s and 1990s, and fell into a moment of confusion.
Yuyin also thoughtfully changed him into clothes from this era, so that he would not stand out in the crowd.
"Hey, little brother, little brother, look over here!"
A somewhat disgusting voice sounded in Song Xing's ears. He turned around and saw a fat man squatting under the wall on the side of the road, looking a little honest, waving to him with a wink.
There was a piece of cloth spread randomly on the open space in front of the fat man, with more than a dozen cultural relics placed miscellaneously on it. He was obviously a second-hand dealer who was selling antiques in Panjiayuan.
Seeing Song Xing looking over, the fat man's small eyes became even more excited, and he waved vigorously again.
"That's right, little brother, this way, this way."
Song Xing avoided the oncoming pedestrians, took a few steps sideways, and came to Fatty's stall: "What's the matter?"
He lowered his head and casually looked at the stalls at his feet. There were porcelain, pottery, bone sculptures, copper coins, jade and even bronze.
The stall is not big, but there are quite a lot of varieties.
When the fat man saw Song Xing coming over, he smiled, pointed to his right hand, and asked: "Brother, I just want to ask, can you sell the beads in your hand?"
"Beads?" Song Xing was stunned for a moment, then remembered the Qingyang Sword in his hand that had turned into a sword pill.
The fat man spoke again: "Brother, this is your first time coming to Panjiayuan. My surname is Wang, and people here call me Fatty Wang. I have seen you standing there for a long time, are you planning to take action with the bead in your hand?"
When Song Xing heard Fatty Wang blowing himself up, he nodded and said, "My surname is Song."
When Fatty Wang saw Song Xing's quarrel, he perked up and said again: "If Brother Song is planning to take action on the beads in his hands, can you let me take a look?"
Seeing Song Xing staring at him without saying a word, Fatty Wang quickly said: "Since Brother Song has come to Panjiayuan, he must also know the rules here. If you have good goods in your hands, I will be the shopkeeper of all the shops in Panjiayuan." You know, even if I don’t have the ability to eat it, I can still find a good buyer for you.”
It was only the first time that he and Song Xing met, but they seemed to have known each other for a long time, and they began to pat their chests and make promises.
Seeing his eyes fixed on Qingyang Jianwan, Song Xing was amused and simply threw the sword ball to him: "Then you can help me take a look."
Pan Jiayuan, Fatty Wang, had already guessed in his mind that the world he came to this time should be the world of ghosts blowing out lanterns.
But I also wonder in my heart, the unnatural power in the world of ghost blowing lanterns should not be very strong, right?
In such a world, can you find a way to remove the mark on your hand?
When Fatty Wang saw Song Xing throwing the sword pill over, he hurriedly took it and groaned: "Brother, please be gentle, I can't afford to pay for it if it breaks."
With such words in his mouth, Fatty Wang was convinced that the beads in his hand were fake.
After all, who would waste a real treasure like this and not be afraid of it falling to the ground and breaking into pieces?
He even had some doubts that he might have stumbled upon some cultural relics. If that was the case, was the fat man easy to mess with?
The moment he took the sword pill, Fatty Wang felt a cool feeling coming from his palm, his heart moved, and his eyes suddenly widened.
The bead in front of you doesn't look big, but it feels cold when you hold it in your hand. Holding this bead in your hand during the hot summer feels like you're in an ice cellar, feeling refreshed all over.
For this reason alone, Fatty Wang no longer dared to underestimate this bead.
Fatty Wang's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid. He stretched out his trembling hands, brought the beads close to his eyes, and looked at them carefully, with an extremely obsessed expression on his face.
"It's strange. From a distance, this bead looks like it's made of bronze, but up close, it's neither gold nor jade. It's not the legendary cold jade, and it's completely natural, with no trace of man-made artifacts visible. What on earth is it?"
Fatty Wang held the bead in his hand and wanted to put it into his eyes to see what was going on.
His art appraisal level may not be as good as that of Da Jinya, but after years of hard work and wandering around Panjiayuan, he can definitely tell whether something is genuine or fake, and whether it is good or bad.
The beads in front of him looked extraordinary, and he felt that they had an ancient charm, as if they had been passed down thousands of years ago.
Song Xing waited quietly for him to observe without urging him.
After a while, Fatty Wang finally looked away from the beads.
He sighed and looked at Song Xing, his tone full of envy, jealousy and hatred: "This brother is so lucky to meet such a good thing. I, Mr. Wang, have opened his eyes today."
Hearing Fatty Wang's compliment, Song Xing shook his head slightly and said calmly: "What, can you tell the calendar?"
Fatty Wang heard this and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Fatty, but the stuff is indeed good stuff, but I really can't see its origin. But I have a friend who has better eyesight than me. If you can trust me, brother, I can..."
Before he finished speaking, Song Xing shook his head: "I won't sell the things."
Fatty Wang was slightly startled when he heard this, but he didn't bother, so he sent the sword pill back to Song Xing, looked at the pedestrians on the street, and whispered: "Brother, this treasure of yours is valuable, there are a lot of rats on this street. Don’t miss out on being rich so easily.”
Song Xing flicked his hand back, and the sword pill disappeared. Fatty's heart trembled when he saw Song Xing reaching out again, and an antique bright yellow seal appeared in his hand.
"I'm new here and I'm penniless. How much can I get for selling this jade? Which store in Panjiayuan has the best reputation?"
Fatty Wang looked at the jade seal in Song Xing's hand and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Song Xing had a lot of good things in him.
The texture of the ancient jade in front of me is crystal clear, and its entire body is bright yellow and amber in color. Judging from the appearance alone, it looks like this jade, but it is by no means an ordinary jade.
Song Xing traveled through several worlds, and some of his clones were extremely noble. Naturally, there was no shortage of these valuable gadgets around him.
Fatty Wang's heart felt hot. Although he didn't know the specific price of this piece of ancient jade, he also knew that it was definitely beyond his expectation. If he took it out, it would probably cause an uproar and lead to a fight.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and reluctantly opened his mouth and said dryly: "The most reputable one in Panjiayuan is Boss Lu's Qinbaozhai. My friend is just a toy dealer. I’m afraid I don’t have the strength to accept this ancient jade from you.”
The more he looked at this ancient jade, the more frightened he became.
Why does the quality of this seal look like it was carved from Tianhuang stone?
You know, in the antique industry, there has been a saying since ancient times that one or two fields of yellow and three or three ounces of gold are worth it. In this peaceful and prosperous age, the price of high-quality field yellow stones has been soared to more than 100,000 yuan per gram, and there is still no market for it.
If the jade pendant in front of me is really Tianhuang, and its quality reaches this level, its value will probably more than double!
After hearing Fatty Wang's words, Song Xing raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "If Brother Wang is willing, how about taking me to Qinbaozhai?"
