PS: Thanks to "Liu Lijin, Dongshan Village, Ningxiang County" and "Er. Xiao Youth" for their tips.

For several days, there was no good news, and Meng Zitao had no choice but to wait patiently.

However, during this time, Meng Zitao was not idle, in addition to going to the Jinling antique market to collect some good things, he was to look at the store and study the culture. Or discuss issues with Wang Zhixuan and some other Tibetan friends, take a look at their collections, and listen to their opinions.

In addition, Meng Zitao's memory is getting better and better, and in a short period of time, his knowledge has improved by leaps and bounds, and he can already be called an expert.

Of course, this kind of thing Meng Zitao will not say, he should hide it in front of others, otherwise it will be a big trouble if he shows his feet.

In these years, although many people know that antiques are valuable, although a lot of things left in the people have been collected by the traffickers, but due to various reasons, the dealers cannot collect all the things. Therefore, the people still keep some good things.

For these leaked fish and shrimp, Meng Zitao said that it was impossible not to be moved. It's just that although he is a local, he has his own antique shop, so it is impossible to go to the countryside often. Don't say that this can't be done, even if he hires a clerk, it is impossible for him to go to the countryside to Taobao in person, otherwise, he will have to be laughed to death by others.

However, as the old saying goes, the living can't suffocate to urine, and since this road doesn't work, take another one.

So, Meng Zitao had thought of a way to give full play to the advantages of the locals and ask some acquaintances to help inquire about the acquisition. In this way, every time I meet acquaintances and fellow villagers who are not engaged in antiques, I tell them some antique knowledge, ask them to find out where there are treasures, and hope to give back good news in time.

For this reason, Meng Zitao also contacted Lao Song every once in a while, which is also because the road of Lao Song is wide, except for some times, he can let Lao Song help solve it, and it is more convenient for him to inquire about antiques like this.

To say, after these acquaintances and fellow villagers were instilled by Meng Zitao, they were also very energetic, and they patted their chests on the spot to say that they would definitely live up to the trust.

However, the result was a little disappointing for Mencius, because after he thought of this method and put it into practice, these people did not bring any news for a long time. When I met them again, they all said that so-and-so's family had any treasures in the past, but now they are gone, and they have all been taken away by those shovels and dealers.

Finally, Lao Song came with a message, and Meng Zitao hurriedly rushed over to take a look, and found that they were all fakes.

In this regard, Meng Zitao is helpless, but this thing is normal, after all, antiques are expensive precisely because they are scarce, if they are still like ten or twenty years ago, there are treasures everywhere, then antiques are not worth much. Anyway, he felt that sooner or later this matter would come to fruition.

In a blink of an eye, it was Sunday again, Meng Zitao came to the antique street early in the morning, and not long after he walked into the antique street, he saw that not far in front of him, there was a stall surrounded by many people.

Meng Zitao was curious, and hurriedly walked over, and just a few steps away, he happened to meet an acquaintance, and hurriedly asked, "Brother Sun, what's going on over there?"

The acquaintance smiled and said, "What else, Tang Huihao has come to set up a stall again." ”

"It's him!" Meng Zitao suddenly realized, but his interest was much smaller.

This Tang Huihao is a middle-aged man in his forties, he used to be a member of the shovel army, debuted for many years, received a lot of good things, bought and sold, and made a lot of money.

After so many years of going to the countryside, Tang Huihao has a lot of knowledge, more experience, and the quality of the things he collects has also improved a lot, he has met many buyers and sellers, and his road has been widened.

Meng Zitao still remembers that when he first met four years ago, Tang Huihao was still dressed plainly, and he was still a little unconfident when he spoke. But when I saw him some time ago, he was well-dressed, and his voice was full of temperament and style.

It stands to reason that Tang Huihao's business must be getting bigger and bigger, but in fact, it is not, because he is now taking the road of collecting, and many of the collections he has collected have entered his treasure room.

Of course, if the real light is not to sell, the money in Tang Huihao's hands is simply not enough, so it is inevitable that he will take the road of hiding and lodging.

Some friends may think it is strange, in this case, why does he set up a stall here and sell things directly to acquaintances?

In fact, the reason is also simple, Tang Huihao only sells old things, not fake things, which buyers must like, but the asking price of Tang Huihao's things is relatively high, and the value-added space is small after purchase.

If something is more precious, then some people may take it down, but some ordinary things, then it must be insensitive. In addition, Tang Huihao would also buy some ordinary gadgets when he went to the streets and alleys, so he would come to the market every once in a while to set up a stall.

Because of this, Mencius will be a lot less interested.

However, this is for Meng Zitao, and for other ordinary Tibetan friends, Tang Huihao's things are still relatively popular. After all, in these days, if you want to buy some genuine products at the stall, it is really more difficult than ascending to the sky, especially for the antique market of Lingshi.

In addition to the fact that the things are genuine, there is another important reason, Tang Huihao's price is a little cheaper than that in the antique shop, which is tickling the itch of buyers.

Moreover, things are not much cheaper than antique shops, which is not too attractive to the shopkeepers of antique shops, of course, when they meet what they like, they will also buy it.

Everyone's perception of antiques has its own limitations, and it will not be exhaustive, so if the buyer has more knowledge than the seller, there is a chance to pick up the gap.

Because of this, Meng Zitao heard that Tang Huihao was setting up a stall, although his interest was a little lower, he still said a few polite words to his acquaintance, and walked over, so as not to lose the opportunity because he was a little slower.

There were a lot of people around the stall, and there were many people Meng Zitao knew, including Qian Dexiang, whom he hated very much.

Speaking of which, some time ago, Qian Dexiang did do some things that ruined Meng Zitao's reputation, but Meng Zitao was prepared, and it didn't take long for Meng Zitao to learn about it.

After Meng Zitao learned about this, he was so angry that he didn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, and finally just asked Cheng Qiheng to call someone to warn him, and since then, Qian Dexiang has never done anything about it.

When Meng Zitao saw Qian Dexiang, his previous speculation flashed in his heart, could it be Qian Dexiang who touched the porcelain?

After thinking about it, Meng Zitao thought that since both sides had torn their faces, with Qian Dexiang's white-eyed wolf character, there was still the possibility of such an idea.

Now Qian Dexiang should have learned the news that he had touched the porcelain and picked up the leak, if it was indeed what he did, then he should have a reaction.

"Well, it seems that Qian Dexiang should still let them investigate, who called this guy so disgusting?"

After making up his mind, Meng Zitao found a vacant seat and squatted down to pick up the things on the stall.

On the other side, Qian Dexiang also noticed Meng Zitao, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, but he immediately covered it up, looking at the things in his hand casually.

After more than ten minutes, Qian Dexiang changed a flower pot in his hand, he looked left and right, and he felt that this flower pot was good, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but he still had some bottomless in his heart. In fact, he didn't even understand which kiln this flower pot was, of course it would be bottomless, and the reason why he thought it was good was all based on his feelings.

After hesitating for a moment, Qian Dexiang asked, "Boss Tang, how much is this flower pot?"

"Five thousand!" Tang Huihao raised his eyes and looked at it, and stretched out a hand.

Qian Dexiang shook his head: "Boss Tang, your price is a bit outrageous, this thing is not made by the official kiln, how can it be so expensive?"

Tang Huihao said lightly: "I am not too good at ancient porcelain, but I also know that it is old, and with this workmanship, I think it may be a product of a famous kiln, if it is sold low, I will not lose money?"

Although Qian Dexiang likes this thing very much, he thinks it is too expensive, and he is already a little bottomless, so he is even more hesitant.

After thinking about it, Qian Dexiang felt that it was best to find someone to discuss, but now he is also a "celebrity", just by virtue of his character, everyone is also respectful, how can he still help him?

Not to mention that everyone is not familiar with each other, even if they are friends, friendship is not to a certain extent, it is impossible to help him with this.

Seeing that no one around him was paying attention to him, Qian Dexiang was insulting in his heart, there was no way, he looked at Meng Zitao, which has to say that some people are thick-skinned.

But unfortunately, at this time, Meng Zitao was quietly exchanging experiences with a Tibetan friend, and he didn't notice Qian Dexiang's movements at all. In fact, don't say it's a coincidence, even if Meng Zitao is fine, he won't bother with Qian Dexiang at all.

Qian Dexiang's cheek was not thick enough to a certain extent, he opened his mouth a few times, but he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, he pondered for a while, and then asked Tang Huihao again if he was willing to be cheaper, but Tang Huihao still did not agree.

"Made, if it's a little cheaper, you'll die, the price is so expensive, I see who you're selling things to!"

Qian Dexiang secretly scolded angrily, thought about it, but still didn't give up 5,000 yuan, so he returned the things, then stood up and left.