Zhang Nan has a habit when visiting the antique market, that is, he likes to chat with stall owners, not only about collectibles, but also about everything. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It doesn't take more than two times to become friends with the stall owner: most of the people who set up the stalls don't have a good time, otherwise who wants to come out and bask in the sun?

It is impossible to set up a stall for business all the time, and it is very boring and empty to sit there. If someone can sit down and chat and take care of their business, most stall owners will welcome it.

Of course, it's not surprising that you like to be bored when you meet, and if there are many people, everyone has them, and this kind of person can't become friends.

Zhang Nan often does this in China, coupled with his eloquence as a buyer, he really has a lot of friends on the stall. Although I haven't tried it much in the United States, it seems that the effect is not bad at present, and the stall owner already knows everything about Zhang Nan's side knocking and side knocking!

The American stall owner is also happy, this is obviously another new coin enthusiast, the important thing is that this is still a rich owner!

This is business! Even if he doesn't get people, the stall owner is estimated to be able to make money from Zhang Nan in the future.

The stall owner, Anderson, guessed half right: Mr. Allen is certainly a beginner to Western old coins, but he is definitely an expert on Chinese ancient coins!

Anderson was very happy, because Zhang Nan bought a few Mexican silver dollars from him half an hour later, which were in good condition, and although the price was the market price, the money earned would allow him to pay for almost a month's rent and food.

The chat here was pleasant, and it also attracted the attention of nearby stall owners. The stall next door was a seller of old paintings, and Zhang Nan relied on his poor knowledge of Western paintings, looked at and studied them for a few minutes, and finally came to the conclusion that they were all worthless plays.

The stall owner's business is estimated to be much worse than Anderson's coin business, seeing that Zhang Nan noticed his goods and immediately started to sell them: did he notice that Anderson made a small profit just now!

Zhang Nan didn't like the man's painting, but there was a picture frame of an oil painting with Zhang Sunflower that was not bad, and it seemed to be a hand-carved pattern.

Sunflowers, Van Gogh?

Don't talk about it, it looks like a copy of a student from an art academy.

However, even if it is a genuine Van Gogh, Zhang Nan can't see whether it is good or bad: he has a little experience in studying Chinese Chinese painting, half a bucket of water, and Western abstraction and impressionism are just a lively thing for the time being.

Zhang Nan fell in love with the picture frame and felt that it would be very good to take it back and transform it as a photo frame.

When I asked the price, because it was a bit old and old, the boss offered $20, and Zhang Nan didn't bother to bargain and make a deal.

I bought the frame and saw Anderson show a "expensive" expression, which was also a kind reminder.

However, it is still a rule, and it is not demolished in public: even if the relationship between stall owners is bad, they cannot tear each other down, and it is the same in China and the United States.

Zhang Nan didn't care about the twenty dollars, if he bought a new one for this frame now, it would cost dozens of dollars even if it was carved by machine. If it is done by hand, it is estimated that it will be at least two or three hundred dollars, not counting the material cost!

Not all antique old goods have increased in value over time! This is the sadness of some old goods, the price of which is not as good as a few tenths of the original cost price!

This kind of price drop is especially common in some handicrafts, such as some old bamboo products in China: a very good bamboo needlework basket in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, in the 21st century, it may be worth two or three hundred yuan, and it took at least ten and a half days for a craftsman to make it.

It even takes a month - the labor wage is dozens of times the price of this thing!

The coin was wrapped in a napkin in his trouser pocket, and the gourd bottle was held in his hand, and the oil painting was quite large and difficult to hold.

There was no way, Zhang Nan said to the two bodyguards behind him who were holding a hot dog in their hands: "Paul, help get something!"

The two bodyguards immediately came over to take the frame, and in the slightly surprised eyes of Anderson and the other stall owner, Zhang Nan left the flea market with his precious bottle.

When he arrived at the parking lot, Zhang Nan said: "I bought a picture frame when I put the painting in the trunk, and that thing is not valuable." ”

"Good boss. ”

Paul went to put things away, and saw that Zhang Nan was still carrying the bottle, so he asked kindly: "Boss, do you want to take a bag to put it?"

Zhang Nan shook his head, "No need, I can still hold this bottle by myself." ”

The bodyguards knew that the boss had bought the vase for a hundred dollars, but looking at the current situation, it seemed that the vase was still a treasure!

However, out of professional habits, the bodyguards didn't ask curiously.

As soon as he got in the car, Zhang Nan said: "Go back to Long Island." ”

What a vase! The American doesn't know the goods, so he treats it as an old bottle, and it is estimated that the female stall owner is still stealing fun: a wine bottle sells for $100 and makes a profit!

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As soon as he returned to the small manor on Long Island, Zhang Nan put the gourd bottle in the display cabinet of the study, and did not put it in any safe. People use it as a brick to block the door, and now it would be nice to have this treatment.

It's a miracle that the door that wasn't opened was knocked down and broken!

"It's no wonder that Americans don't know the goods, this thing really looks like a wine bottle!"

Looking at the blue and white wheel flower ribbon gourd bottle in the exhibition grid, Zhang Nan will look more and more like a blue and white wine bottle - no money, flat, small mouth. I seem to remember that there are many wine bottles in China that are made like handicrafts, especially those wines that are exported, and the bottles are more beautiful and delicate than the other!

"I guess I can be a wine bottle!"

I smiled and walked out of the door, there was no one in the big yard, and I didn't know where the bodyguards had gone.

The bodyguards hired by Zhang Nan are also idle when they are not on duty, because the small manor is surrounded by the most advanced infrared warning devices, which will be turned on at night, even on the side of the bay, so there is no need to patrol.

Zhang Nan is not a particularly important person, and he is still very safe in the small manor - in fact, it is all psychological factors that are at work, and even if someone is eyeing his money, the danger will occur outside, and it is unlikely that he will run to his lair.

It would be strange if there were bodyguards hanging around: it felt like a drug dealer's lair.

Because most of the bodyguards live in the "staff auxiliary building" connected to the side of the main building, Zhang Nan told them before that as long as they don't go to work, they can go home if they want to, and those who stay can use all the "public facilities" in the small manor, such as the gym and swimming pool.

However, Paul and the others usually only go back two or three days a week, and they usually revolve around Zhang Nan. Every line has rules for each line, and Zhang Nan didn't bother to ask, anyway, Jackson was arranging the shift.

There is no need for Zhang Nan to worry about it. (To be continued.) )