Yi Zhonghai took Wang Yaozu to the antique street next door. Now the antique market in Sijiu City is a mixed bag of good and bad, real and fake, fake and real!
If you really meet someone knowledgeable, you might be able to find two real things. But the chance of finding the real guy is about the same as winning a lottery of twenty million for two dollars.
In the antique business, most people know a little bit about how to make fakes look old. The things these people make are so lifelike that no one with a sharp eye can tell the difference between the real ones and the real ones.
Especially now, the war is not over yet, spies are rampant in the city, the market is in chaos, and the city is still under military control.
Markets like antique collection have become one of the channels for some wealthy people to transfer their property, liquidate it, and resell it.
People who come here to buy things know that most of the things here are fake, but they just want to try their luck.
The money nowadays is indeed a bit real, but the purchasing power is strong. What kind of decent antiques can be bought for ten yuan? A porcelain vase from the Qing Dynasty palace cannot be sold for a hundred or two hundred dollars if it is placed outside?
Yi Zhonghai walked in front with his head held high, shaking his head as he walked, pretending that he knew very well.
As he walked, he stopped at the stall of a middle-aged man in his forties. This was an antique stall selling porcelain bottles, hairpins, boxes and the like.
"Yaozu, Yaozu, come and take a look at this stall. Judging from my experience, there must be a real guy here!" Yi Zhonghai waved his hand to Wang Yaozu and said seriously.
The stall owner took advantage of the situation and said: "This man knows the goods. These things I have come from underground. They are absolutely authentic. If you buy them back and collect them, you will definitely make a profit!"
Wang Yaozu came over and took a quick look, nodded and said, "Uncle Yi, which one do you think I should buy?"
Wang Yaozu didn't know much about antiques.
But Wang Yaozu knew at a glance that the items sold at this stall were fake.
If it's a real guy, can this boss sell it here? They put away all the genuine products, and only sell the fake ones and the ones that are uncertain.
Generally, things they are unsure about are probably fake.
Yi Zhonghai picked up a half-meter-high porcelain vase and said with a serious face: "This, this is definitely a treasure. If my guess is correct, it should be from the Tang Dynasty!"
The stall owner gave a thumbs up and praised loudly with excitement: "This man knows his stuff. This vase was brought back from Goguryeo when Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty was conquering Goguryeo!"
"I don't know how many collectors asked me to buy it, but I didn't sell it. But now my family is in trouble... This one only costs 650 yuan, so it's a bargain!"
In order to make this vase look awesome, the stall owner deliberately followed Yi Zhonghai's words and made up a good story for this vase.
After hearing the compliments from the stall owner and Yi Zhonghai, Wang Yaozu even felt that this was Yi Zhonghai's plan.
Wang Yaozu touched his head, looked at Yi Zhonghai with an embarrassed look, and said with a bitter smile: "Uncle Yi, it's six hundred and fifty yuan, I can't afford this!"
Yi Zhonghai looked at the stall owner and said with a dark face: "Six hundred and fifty, you think we are being taken advantage of. Recommend to us an antique that costs less than five hundred yuan or about ten yuan. We can afford it!"
The stall owner was also a shrewd person, and he immediately understood what Yi Zhonghai meant.
I'm here to trick this kid today. Find me a cheap one.
The boss took a look at Wang Yaozu and saw that this boy was quite handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He didn't expect that he was a bit out of his mind and he came here to buy antiques with an old guy.
The boss pointed to a pile of boxes next to him and said with a smile: "These are a batch of boxes that were just unearthed. They cost ten yuan each. Take them as you like!"
Wang Yaozu and Yi Zhonghai looked at the box on the side. The moment they saw the box, Yi Zhonghai felt that his intelligence had been insulted.
These messy piles of small rectangular boxes are all made of old wood, with some incomprehensible things carved on them, as well as some grooves and patterns. At first glance, they look like they are crudely made.
The boss explained: "I collected these things from the private sector. They are all boxes used by royal princesses, queens and other dignitaries to store their hairpins and jewelry!"
"These boxes have never been opened. If there is something inside, if you buy the box, the contents will be yours!"
As long as it is an antique, it must have a provenance and a high status.
When you go out, your identity is given by yourself!
Yi Zhonghai looked at Wang Yaozu and smiled like an aunt: "Yaozu, I think there must be something in here. Uncle Yi, can I choose one for you?"
"It's only ten yuan each, so you can just buy one! Have you heard the story of buying a casket for a pearl? The boss said that there is something in this box, and there may be pearls in it too!"
Yi Zhonghai also felt that it was a bit nonsense. He was afraid that Wang Yaozu would not buy it, so he took out all the little knowledge he had.
Wang Yaozu nodded naively and said to Yi Zhonghai sincerely: "Uncle Yi, you always taught me to respect the elderly and that suffering is a blessing. I know you are doing it for my own good, and you brought me to make money today!"
"Uncle Yi, I believe in you, just make your choice, you won't cheat me!"
After saying this seriously, Wang Yaozu almost didn't laugh. If the system hadn't said that he would be rewarded with a gold bar, I wouldn't have bothered you. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?
After hearing Wang Yaozu's words, Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat.
Xiao Wang actually looks at me like this? This kid...did I go too far?
Moreover, both of his parents are dead. Can I also accept him as my apprentice and let him support me in my old age?
The moment this thought arose, he was killed by Yi Zhonghai. He already had Jia Dongxu. If he accepted Wang Yaozu as his apprentice, Jia Zhang would definitely make trouble with him.
If Mrs. Jia Zhang told that thing, she would definitely not be able to live with it!
Help Jia Dongxu get revenge.
Yi Zhonghai picked up a box covered with mud and weighed it in his hands. This box was the heaviest. It seemed like there was nothing good in it.
Hairpins and jewelry would never be that heavy. According to his experience, the contents should be soil or stone.
He knows the people in Antique Street very well, and they are all good at cheating and deceiving people.
"Okay, just buy this, Uncle Yi won't cheat me!" Wang Yaozu nodded.
Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and said with a big smile: "Pay up!"
Wang Yaozu took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to the stall owner.
Seeing Wang Yaozu hand over the money, the stall owner stopped him and said, "Wait a minute!" '
As he spoke, he took out a sales agreement from the bag sitting under his buttocks, signed his name on it, and pressed his fingerprints.
"Young man, whenever you buy something in the antique street, you have to sign a sales and purchase agreement. After signing, this thing will be yours. You can't cause trouble for me, and I can't cause trouble for you!"
Most of the things in Antique Street are fake. In the early days, many powerful people were offended by selling fake goods. Out of helplessness, these bosses came up with a sales agreement.
If someone is looking for trouble, they will go directly to the Military Control Commission to seek asylum. With this agreement, no one dares to cause trouble in the Fourth Nine Cities.
"Okay, I'll sign!"
Wang Yaozu signed his name on the sales agreement, paid the money, collected the agreement, and took the box.
[Ding~ It is recommended to complete it and get a gold bar. Ask the host to open the box to get the reward. 】
"Ouch, it's quite heavy!" Wang Yaozu was shocked: "At least a pound!"
Wang Yaozu was numb.
Weighing one pound, the current price of gold is fifty-three to fifty-eight yuan per gram. If it were five hundred grams of gold, then he would really make a fortune this time!
A proper ten thousand yuan household.
The next moment he felt something was wrong, the weight had to include the box.
Then this gold is not that big, damn, this coin deduction system.
Yi Zhonghai wanted to see Wang Yaozu deflated, so he came over and urged, "Open it quickly and see what's inside?"
"good!"
Wang Yaozu put the box on the ground and stepped on it hard. With a crunch, the rotten wooden box was smashed to pieces by Wang Yaozu.
A faint golden color was exposed in the wood chips.
Seeing this, Wang Yaozu raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "It can't be gold!"
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