Tang Shuangshuang pouted and said, "I didn't look too carefully with the fourth uncle just now, but I didn't expect to be really blinded by you." ”

Tang Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "Where is Mengzhong, this Huanghuali box is very inconspicuous, even the stall owner didn't see its material, mainly because there was a very special layer of pulp on the outside, which covered the original appearance of Huanghuali, and the stall owner didn't expect that the box of the painted pottery doll worth 100 yuan would use such expensive materials." ”

Qiao Zhi explained: "Whether it is huanghuali or rosewood, the price has been soaring, including the ingredients of manual operation, more than 20 years ago, this market was very niche, there was no human interest at all, so the price was not expensive. ”

Tang Qi smiled dumbly, "I learned a hand from you when I first entered Panjiayuan, let's not be blind to things in the future, let alone ignore any details." ”

Qiao Zhi said modestly: "The main thing is that I am afraid that Sister Mei will be pitted, so I carefully studied the painted pottery and the yellow rosewood box, if you also touched it at that time, you will definitely see that this wooden box is worth a lot." ”

Tang Shuangshuang pouted beside him, "Hmph, I think it's shit luck." ”

Mei Ling couldn't help laughing, "I'm really lucky today, is this a leak?" I'll invite everyone to dinner at noon." ”

Tang Qi shook his head and said with a smile: "You call this value for money, it can't be regarded as a leak test." The real leak detection is to fight big with a small one, where are you going? ”

Mei Ling shrugged, "Then I'm also giving us a good start to today's trip." ”

Tang Qi deliberately rubbed his hands, "That's right, you have to do a big job." ”

Following Tang Qi to the southeast corner of the stall, Tang Qi chatted with a man who was not tall and full of Beijing accent, the man carefully studied the three of them, and said with a smile: "That is, Tang Ye, you bring people here, if you change to someone else, there is no deposit of tens of thousands, we can't let them in." ”

Tang Qi said: "If they pick something, the commission will be deducted from my deposit." ”

The man grinned and said, "With Tang Ye's words, I will be relieved." ”

Under the leadership of the man, several people walked in the southeast direction, the stalls gradually became less, and the flow of people became deserted, the man greeted the two people on the road one after another, and walked for five or six minutes, dozens of stalls appeared in front of him, there were not many stalls in front of him, there were not many stalls in the stalls, and each stall definitely did not exceed the event, as for the guests inside, from the point of view of dress, it was completely different from the guests in the crowded places, most of the people here wore round sunglasses, dressed in Tang costumes, wore round hats, shook a fan in their hands, squatted in one place, and did not let go of an object.

Qiao Zhi knew in his heart, this is the real ghost market of Panjiayuan, high-end sellers and players are gathered here, and the antiques on the periphery are 100% fakes, but the probability of genuine products here can reach about 10%.

The things here, even if they are fakes, can be faked at the level of craftsmanship.

Not far away, a white man squatted next to the stall, haggling with the stall owner.

The white man's gaze falls on a blue and white figure jar, with a circle of banana leaves painted on the rim of the mouth, and a circle of dark engraved floral patterns on the shoulder and tail of the jar.

The silver-white and shiny tank is lined with mountain stones, plantains, courtyards and lotus ponds to highlight the theme of the characters' stories, and the modern aristocratic garden situation.

"Ten thousand dollars, it can't be cheaper. This is a lotus seed jar in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, put it in the auction house, find an expert to issue an appraisal, and the price can be tripled. ”

"Don't lie to me, a thousand yuan, if you sell it, I'll pay for it, and if you don't sell it, forget it. "Foreigners who can mix in the ghost market are not idle characters, the accent is only a few words and the tone is not standard, but the Beijing accent is very strong.

"A thousand dollars?" asked the stall owner.

Huaxia coin, boss, you have to be a man and do things realistically, I see that this bottle craftsmanship is good, although it is a modern work, but the master is a first-class master, if I change hands to a foreign country, affixed with an import mark, or can sell at a good price, but if you want to use this thing to fool the experts present, then think too beautiful. "The foreigner's logic is very clear, and he sees the bottle very accurately.

Many players next to him are very familiar with foreigners.

"Old Fan, you can sell it to Jack, he said it so plainly, don't think about selling it to anyone else. Someone coaxed.

"Okay, I'll sell it at a loss, the purchase price is one thousand and five, and I will have to lose five hundred to sell it to you, alas, now the business is getting worse and worse. Lao Fan performed heartache.

Qiao Zhi stood next to him and watched interestingly, and when the deal was over, he planned to go to find Tang Qi and the others not far away, and was about to leave, when his eyes fell on a black mud pot at the foreigner's feet.

From a psychological point of view, real objects and things that are better imitated will be placed next to the stall owner, and the slightly worse grade will be placed on the periphery, and if it is an inconspicuous thing, it will be placed directly in a place where no one will look at it.

The clay pot looked dirty, covered with layers of ash, as if it had been worn out and used too hard.

"Boss, can you show me that dirty mud jar? There was a hint of mockery in Qiao Zhi's eyes, and he said in an extremely casual voice.

"What do you mean by dirty, the mud on the antiques is history, you little guy is very faceless, do you have a long experience with your father? "The stall owner is packing porcelain bottles for foreigners, and he has no time to take care of Qiao Zhi.

The main thing is that the mud pot is worthless, and Qiao Zhi not only has a raw face, but also an outsider's accent, so he doesn't bother to waste spit.

Qiao Zhi walked straight over and said with a smile: "Boss, if you don't want to give it to me, then I'll take it myself, okay?"

The boss secretly said in his heart, this kid is really energetic, the most worthless thing on the stall was picked by him, and his eyes are also amazing.

This guy must have seen too much of that kind of treasure, thinking that he could detect leaks and make a fortune by casually fixing it twice.

Young people still have to keep their feet on the ground and don't daydream all day.

Qiao Zhi put the mud jar in his hand and looked at it for a while, with a big belly and a thin mouth, one size smaller than the jar of pickles, but it was very light to start, and his fingers touched the jar, Qiao Zhi felt that the cells were jumping, this feel is too good, delicate and moist, and there is no tricky feeling.

"Fourth uncle, look at Qiao Zhi, he is addicted and plans to buy a dirty jar. Tang Shuangshuang looked the jar up and down from Qiao Zhi's hand, and tapped it with his fingers, and the body of the jar made a crisp sound.

Qiao Zhi said with a smile: "I just lack a pickle jar in my kitchen, and this mud jar can still be used if it is washed." ”

The stall owner sank his face and said unhappily: "You kid can't speak too much, if you are optimistic, you will make a price, and if it is suitable, you will take it, don't affect my business." ”

The bottle that was sold to the foreigner just now made almost seven or eight hundred, and all the treasures that rested on his side were the treasures of the town stall, even if they made a move, they had to be offered by the other party at a super high price, and they usually relied on the treasures of the town stall to support the scene, like today's stall is enough.

"The age of this thing is not young, it must be older than you, we are all our own people, I will give you a cheaper, eight hundred yuan, you take it immediately." ”

Qiao Zhi looked angry, "Are you fooling me, don't you think you are young and easy to bully." That bottle was so beautiful just now that it was sold for a thousand, and now you want me for 800 for a jar?"

The stall owner was stunned, "The antique industry is not about whether it looks good or not, but about studying the cultural heritage, the older the thing, the more valuable it is, and this jar must be older than the bottle just now." ”

"That's it, I can't afford it, I'd better go to Taobao to buy it, although pickling pickles in jars that are too new will lose a little bit of charm......"

The stall owner was very anxious, and the cost of collecting this jar was only twenty or thirty yuan, which was collected together with a fish tank, and this jar was indeed used to pickle pickles at that time.

"You young man, you're still very short-tempered, make a price!"

"Eighty for sale?" Qiao Zhi originally planned to say eight yuan, if he really shouted like that, let alone the transaction, the boss would definitely jump over and hammer himself.

"Let's make it whole, a hundred dollars, and you can take it. The stall owner looked distressed, "Brother, this is really not a jar for pickles, it is a very old clay pot, but I think it has a lot of fate with you." ”

Tang Shuangshuang glanced at Qiao Zhi with disdain, this guy is really tasteless.

The antique industry is all about elegance, Qiao Zhi spent a hundred yuan to buy a pickle jar, which is completely insulting!

"I'm really speechless, this ghost market is not something ordinary people can enter, you have to pick something, you have to buy something good. My fourth uncle's face has been ruined by you. Tang Shuangshuang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I wasn't going to buy it yet, but since you say so, then I'll have to fight for it. Qiao Zhi smiled, "Buy a jar for a hundred yuan and go back, this trip to Panjiayuan can be regarded as a commemoration." I just looked at it casually and found that there was basically nothing below a hundred. Although a 100 yuan pickle jar is a bit extravagant, it is cost-effective enough compared to buying others. ”

Qiao Zhi pretended to grit his teeth and made up his mind, scanned the QR code with his mobile phone, and paid a hundred yuan.

When the stall owner heard the sound of a hundred yuan arriving in the account, he kept shaking his head, took out a cardboard box with his hands and feet, put the clay pot in the box, stuffed some plastic foam and other fillers in the middle, and then found a rope to tie a knot, and then handed it to Qiao Zhi.

Tang Shuangshuang covered his face with his hands, looking unwilling to be in company!

The fourth uncle said that Qiao Zhi is an expert, where is there an expert.

After Qiao Zhi left, the stall owner suddenly patted his head, "This kid is quite familiar!"

The stall next door reminded: "You finally reacted, he is Qiao Zhi, a very famous chef." ”

The stall owner grinned and said, "No wonder the jar that said that the pickled vegetables were made by occupational diseases." Brother, I'll tell you the truth, that jar was bought in a mountain village in Wuzhou five years ago, and it cost twenty yuan at that time!"

Tang Qi heard that Qiao Zhi spent a hundred yuan to buy a pickle jar, so he asked him for it with great interest, wanting to have long eyes.

Qiao Zhi smiled and opened the box.

Tang Qi touched his fingers, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, "Glazed pottery?"