Long Mobai took a taxi to arrive at the antique street in the north of Wushi, which is also a way of life for the locals of Wushi, and many people like to meet objects of interest in such a place as a collection.

Similarly, as one of the ancient Chinese cultures, the antique street contains the connotation of ancient culture.

As the saying goes, gambling stones are a knife of heaven, a knife of hell, can make people rich, but also can make people bankrupt, but the same is true of the antique objects in this antique street, in the face of ancient ceramics, bronzes, jade, calligraphy and painting, study and other antique boutiques, buying them is also a gamble, especially when they are not experts, it is pure luck.

There is also such a kind of person, it regardless of whether the object is real or fake, as long as the price is reasonable, it can also be collected, with the continuous progress of social economy, some young people like to collect figures, because the same is a collection, it is also a kind of fun.

Long Mobai was dressed in a Cheretti suit, and after getting out of the car, he walked straight towards the antique street, and there were people coming in and out in the morning, which was not worse than the flow of people in the vegetable market.

After Long Mobai approached, he looked up and saw the stone foyer, on which there were four ancient characters 'Ancient Fortune'.

Walk through this foyer and you'll see two rows of queues, each with odd objects in front of them for the selected guests to sift through.

Long Mobai believes that the antique street can not only promote the ancient Chinese traditional culture, but also buy the favorite antique objects.

Isn't there a way to make money?

Long Mobai also approached and followed these locals, and the people from other places took a look and saw some porcelain vases that looked like they were cracked.

Long Mobai didn't know whether it was true or not, and he didn't know what it was called, but it was written on it the traditional famous porcelain of the Han Dynasty, called ice crack porcelain.

Long Mobai felt that if these were true, they might not be placed here for people to observe, and they should be included in the Museum of Ancient Literature by the state, unless there were really one or two things that were out of sight.

"Sui Dynasty terracotta figurines and pottery, pankou pot come and take a look..."

Long Mobai heard someone shouting from afar, attracting outsiders to do business.

He just looked around to see if there were any fragments similar to his own.

But in front of Long Mobai's eyes, there are at least hundreds of kinds of objects, and he is dazzling.

"Little brother, are you interested in coming over and seeing..."

Long Mobai saw an uncle in his fifties, wearing a plain tunic and waving at him.

The other party sat in a natural rattan rocking chair, playing with two lion-headed walnuts in the other hand, and wearing some beads on his right wrist.

He was smiling, and his eyes were looking at Long Mobai, which made Long Mobai a little puzzled.

But he still walked to the other party's stall and asked, "Uncle, I can't understand what you sell." ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you'll understand it if you learn it slowly, young man's surname!"

Long Mobai hesitated and replied, "My surname is Mo."

"Oh, Wu City Mo Family!"

"Not really. ”

Long Mobai diverted the topic and continued: "Uncle, you are a little different from others here!"

The other party sat up straight, the lion's head walnut in his hand stopped, and looked at Long Mobai with sharp eyes: "You want to say that some people have bought them there, but I am deserted here, right?"

Long Mobai nodded and replied: "Yes, uncle, I see that these items you sell here are indeed different from others, are they all fake..."

As soon as Long Mobai's fake words came out, the surrounding sellers looked at each other with a sharp eye.

The 50-year-old man lowered his voice and said: "Young man, there are rules in the antique world in the antique street, don't say that word, even if you have a number in your heart, you can't say it, this industry belongs to the business of luck, gambling stones also pay attention to a knife of heaven, a knife of hell is not!"

Long Mobai felt that what the other party said was very reasonable, and there were rules for doing it.

Long Mobai said: "Uh, that uncle." You haven't told me what you're selling!"

"I'm not selling things, I'm selling fate. ”

"Fate!"

"Yes... It's fate, are you interested in choosing the same!"

After speaking, the old man leaned back on the rocking chair, his eyes were closed, and he looked like an old god was there, and the lion's head walnut in his hand began to move, and his little feet were slightly upturned.

Long Mobai didn't know what the other party was about, but it sounded a little interested, his eyes swept around the stall a few times, the objects sold by the other party were indeed very strange, the porcelain, jade, calligraphy and paintings sold by others.

He sells some bizarre things, and the most interesting thing is that there is a similar modern design drawing on the stall, and some of the design principles on it are not the same.

The key is that the color of this design is dark brown, and the paper does not look like a modern one, it looks very old.

Long Mobai pushed the true qi, and the black condensation point was pale golden, and no one noticed the change in his eyes.

Long Mobai's eyes glanced at the stall, and it belonged to this incomprehensible design drawing, and there was a trace of aura.

"Young man, look at this picture!" Long Mobai opened his eyes and asked.

He didn't expect to take a fancy to this ghost machine map at a glance.

About the origin of the ghost machine diagram, I still know something, it is rumored that there was an old ghost machine in ancient times, who often liked to invent some strange mechanisms, but there is no record of it in history, and this ghost machine diagram records his existence.

Long Mobai nodded: "Uncle, how can this picture be sold!"

"It's only a thousand dollars. ”

Without waiting for Long Mobai to open his mouth to agree, an incongruous voice sounded on his side.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, you're starting to fool people again, your broken picture costs a thousand!"

A man with a scumbag face in the stall next door walked over, holding a scroll in his hand and said to Long Mobai: "Young man, although my painting is a fake, it is not much different from the real thing, as long as five hundred, do you want to collect it!"

"I'm not interested in drawing. Long Mobai replied tepidly, thinking that there was still such a business!

Uncle Zhang didn't get angry, but said lightly: "You also heard it, people don't know if you break your paintings, and do you know the rules!"

"Only the governor is allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps!"

"Phew..."

Just when he heard the two inadvertently arguing, Long Mobai's eyes locked on a wooden box, and he picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Not far away, a few people looked at Long Mobai's side with sharp eyes, and a few people also talked softly.

"That thing, on that guy!"

"It can be determined that we have been tracking him for more than a month, and we must complete the task today, otherwise we will not be able to explain to the master. ”

"Then what are we waiting for!"

"Don't worry... There are a lot of people here, and we are a little closer. ”

The conversation between several people, and their target was obviously not at Long Mobai, but at the stall owner beside him.

Long Mobai didn't care about the other party's quarrel at all, and after opening the small box, he saw a bead like obsidian lying inside, and Long Mobai still smelled a faint medicinal fragrance on it.

"Could it be that this is an elixir!" Long Mobai's heart was turbulent.

I heard that in ancient times, there were rumors that some warlocks would practice pills, specifically refining medicines for the emperor.

Long Mobai didn't see it with his own eyes, but the pill in his hand that looked like a stone, if it weren't for the faint medicinal fragrance, Long Mobai would have felt that it was a stone.