After everyone walked away, Huang Qifei's face was a little unsightly, and he felt that Liu Mingjiao looked down on his brother too much. Clear-eyed people know at a glance that leaving halfway is not busy, but they are just unwilling to have more contact with Zhao Tianming.

"She texted me. Zhang Jia glanced at his phone and said.

"How?"

Huang Qifei looked over and saw a sentence on the mobile phone screen: Jiajia, I'm sorry! Classmate Zhao is not suitable for me, I didn't mean to make it difficult for you!

"Whew! Then you don't have to leave halfway, how embarrassing is the third child?" Huang Qifei sneered.

Zhao Tianming, a roommate, has a really iron relationship with him. Moreover, Huang Qifei admires Zhao Tianming's unique simplicity and treats people very sincerely.

Zhang Jia said when he heard this: "Forget it, don't talk too much with this kind of person in the future." Lao Zhao's situation, we will help him introduce a good one later. Liu Mingjiao is really not suitable for him, the two have too different personalities, and something will happen sooner or later in the future. ”

She knows one thing, the reason why her boyfriend cares so much about Zhao Tianming is because Zhao Tianming has a lifelong friendship with him.

When he was in college, Huang Qifei had a conflict with someone while playing ball, he was stabbed outside the school, and the ambulance was blocked on the road, if Zhao Tianming hadn't carried him to the hospital, it would have been dangerous.

Therefore, no matter what, Zhang Jia is on Zhao Tianming's side to speak.

"Well, she's not worthy of the third child. ”

Zhang Jia lost a hygienic eye, but she didn't say anything, thinking in her heart how to help Zhao Tianming find a good job without causing disgust from others. She is not optimistic about Zhao Tianming's so-called breakthrough, if it is really so easy to break through, will so few college students start their own businesses?

……

Zhao Tianming was not affected much by Liu Mingjiao, he didn't have the time or energy to worry about those problems at the moment, and the most important thing was to pick up the leaks. It may be a bit cheesy to talk about the importance of making money, but if you want to survive, you really can't do without making money, and if you want to live a good life, you have to work hard to make money.

He came to an old street not very far from the pedestrian street, although these old streets were very old and crowded, and there were arcades on both sides, but they were not dirty and looked very neat.

The street, which is only two or three meters wide, can even be said to be a laneway, is under the arcades on both sides, and there are many stalls. These stalls do not occupy the road, and the chengguan should rarely go here to manage them.

Although it is said that this is the era of national collecting, the antique industry is still unpopular, and there are not as many customers as in large shopping malls. Some bosses, even under the arcade, fell asleep on their couches.

Some stall owners set up small tea sets on the side of the stall and drink tea while shaking a sunflower fan.

……

These people did not shout, seemed very laid-back, and were not in a hurry to do business. In their business, the profit margin is very large, and the business that can complete two or three orders a day is better than those white-collar workers who sit in office offices.

As for the shops on both sides, there are many professional pawn shops, antique shops, jade shops, and so on. Those shops are even more idle to shoot flies, but people are particular about not opening for three years, opening for three years, and rarely coming out to solicit customers, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai!

"Boss, can you pick it up and take a look?" Zhao Tianming asked.

The stall owner was a somewhat weak middle-aged man with a little dark skin, and at first glance he thought he was a migrant worker. He looked up at Zhao Tianming and found that it was a young man, and immediately smiled: "You are casual, but you have to put it lightly, those ancient jades fall down, even if they are not broken, I have to let you buy them." ”

Such young people are often stick vertebrae, and they are also "water fish" in the eyes of insiders, and it is this kind of customer that is slaughtered.

Therefore, the stall owner was much more enthusiastic and did not rush to introduce his "treasure".

In fact, the stall owners are not locals, they belong to mobile vendors, second-class dealers, who specialize in reselling these "cultural relics", and they basically know how many genuine goods are in them.

Some of the items on this stall were bought back at the price of garbage at the garbage collection station, and some were purchased in batches by small workshops specializing in counterfeiting......

In general, the goods on hand are cheap to get, and once they change hands, they are hundreds or thousands of times more profitable. Of course, how much you can earn depends on your verbal ability. Some vendors can fool experts and make more money.

Zhao Tianming also had no choice, only when his right hand touched the object, could the ancient mirror find out the specific information and judge whether it was worth it or not.

First of all, Zhao Tianming came into contact with a bronze statue, a bodhisattva.

Sure enough, there were no good goods in the stalls, and unsurprisingly, the first thing was a fake. The message that comes to mind from the ancient mirror: modern crafts, made of copper, were produced a few months ago......

"Little brother, this is an object from the Qing Dynasty, but the workmanship is really not fine enough, it is a good antique, if you like it, you might as well buy it back and collect it, it's very good......"

Zhao Tianming glanced at the stall owner and scolded secretly: These stall owners are really old fritters, and it is so natural to lie, and they are perfect! What was produced a few months ago is what you say is a thing of the Qing Dynasty.

Subsequently, Zhao Tianming looked at several pieces in a row, almost all of them were modern handicrafts, and the workmanship was slightly better, that is, dozens of yuan of goods.

For those things, Zhao Tianming didn't bother to ask the price.

found that Zhao Tianming had watched it for so long, and he didn't mean to ask the price, and the stall owner's enthusiasm gradually wore off, so he simply didn't introduce it.

After reading the ninth piece, Zhao Tianming was very entangled, how could he feel that the things in the entire stall were fakes!

"How about it? I can't even look at it? Why don't you take a look at it? I don't take it out for ordinary people, but I see that you are picky, and let you see a good thing, which is ancestral in my family. The stall owner spoke.

"Ancestral treasures are also sold?" Zhao Tianming naturally wouldn't believe this kind of nonsense.

The stall owner's embarrassed expression flashed: "Ahem! As long as the price is right, the ancestral heirloom can also change hands." Isn't it passed down from our ancestors just so that our descendants can sell it for a good price and live a good life?

This kind of words can come back, and he is worthy of being a veteran driver who has been tempered for thousands of years.

Zhao Tianming took it, it was a token thing, brushed with a layer of golden paint, judging from the paint that fell off the side, it was made of wood.

On the front, there are some ghost-like reliefs, and you can't tell what they are.

As soon as he got started, Zhao Tianming's mind came with the information of the ancient mirror's investigation, and he was immediately overjoyed.

"This kind of thing, it seems to be Taoist, right?"

Hearing this, the stall owner was speechless for a moment, and he had just bragged to others that it was his own ancestral heirloom! In fact, he had picked it up from the demolished garbage heap, and it felt like an old object.

"How do you sell it?"

Yes, finally asked for the price?

The stall owner smiled: "Little brother, you have to know that this is my family'......"

"Ahem, boss, don't say that. Everyone knows in their hearts, I look at this brand, it's a bit of history, so I'm interested. If the lion opens his mouth, I'll turn around and go. Zhao Tianming interrupted the stall owner.

The stall owner pondered for a while, then stretched out a finger: "Ten thousand!"