The lights are on.

Panjiayuan Antique Market, located in the North Third Ring Road of Yanjing, is very lively.

Many knowledgeable Tibetan friends have rushed here from all over the world, just hoping to have a good harvest tonight, just find one or two treasures.

Therefore, in the area of Panjiayuan, you can hear the men with a northwest accent, you can also hear the Shuyu dialect, and the Cantonese voice of Yangcheng, the farthest city in the south, and the pian sound of old Beijing.

After parking the car, I left the two boxes of money in the car, took some loose money for backup, and came back to get it later if I wanted to trade.

The weather was relatively bad, so Chen Chuliang supported the old man of the Sun family and walked towards the Panjiayuan antique market.

As he walked, the old man carefully explained some things in the antique world to Chen Chuliang.

"Today is the weekend, and there will be some cultural relics dealers from afar, coming over with the good treasures that have just been unearthed. In this Yanjing, in addition to Panjiayuan, there are antique markets, Tongzhou in the suburbs, Babaoshan and Baoguo Temple in the city have small antique night markets. When you're free, I'll take you to see it. ”

Chen Chuliang nodded in response.

A feudal official like Old Man Sun has not many things to pursue after retiring, and it is not incomprehensible that he is obsessed with antiques.

If the old man can take him, it proves that he has a place in the old man's eyes.

As soon as you enter the Pan Jiayuan, you feel like you have entered a museum, and there are blue and white flowers, enamels, and jade antiques everywhere on the side of the road, and they all look like real treasures.

However, none of these things have entered the eyes of Old Man Sun.

He just said to Chen Chuliang: "All of the things on the side are fakes, just to trap those tourists and some foreign friends who come to Beijing." Generally knowledgeable people go inside. There are two good things to jump to. ”

Chen Chuliang doesn't know anything about antiques, the old man is an expert, and he came today to accompany the prince to study.

Continue to look around.

With the gradual deepening.

The antiques you see don't look like fakes at the intersection outside. The number of genuine products is gradually increasing.

The old man of the Sun family, who was supported by Chen Chuliang, after casually looking at the antiques on the stall twice, turned his attention to leaning against the corner of an antique restaurant in an instant, and just randomly placed a red cloth on the ground, on which there were a few small stalls of scattered antiques.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with two well-developed tendons and flesh under the short sleeves of the sackcloth, and a dark complexion.

However, it is impossible for the old man of the Sun family to be frightened by the fierce and vicious appearance of the stall owner.

A person like this kind of three-minded and nine-rate person, in front of this former feudal official, really can't get into the eye.

The old man just looked at a square gadget next to a pitch-black package that the strong man threw on the ground with a resolute gaze, thinking that this thing could be bought, and the old man of the Sun family paused for two seconds. Then he said to Chen Chuliang: "Xiao Chen, go over there and have a look." ”

Chen Chuliang also saw the vendor, probably because of his fierce appearance, there were people in front of other people's stalls, but there was no one in front of him, and he was smoking a cigarette.

The old man of the Sun family came to this stall with a length and width of less than one meter, and the middle-aged strong man immediately said enthusiastically when he saw that there was business coming to the door.

"What do you always have to pick?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the old man and Chen Chuliang behind him. Business came to the door, of course, enthusiastically.

The old man crouched down and removed the package from the stall that was pressed against the knick-knack he had just found.

But from the outside, this square, but child-sized fist-sized iron lump covered with metal rust doesn't look like a valuable thing. I don't know why the old man fell in love with it at a glance from such a distance.

Holding a rusty and square iron lump in his hand, the old man briefly weighed it twice, and then stretched out his right hand: "Boss, let's take a hand! I like this thing." ”

The hand in the antique shop is to bargain, the rules handed down by the elders, in the past, pay attention to the wealth is not exposed, the transaction price of an object, the buyer and the seller are to keep it secret, so this method of negotiating the price was invented. However, in ancient times, people wore clothes with large sleeves, and when they used gestures to negotiate the price, the sleeves could cover the hands and outsiders could not see them at all, but now it is just a formality for the situation, that is, using this method to negotiate the price.

The middle-aged man laughed, it seems that he is an old expert.

His iron lump came out of a big tomb in Luoyang.

At that time, after going to the tomb, except for a few valuable things that were taken out, after all the things were sold, only this iron lump was left unsold.

Of course, whether this thing has any value or not, there have been several waves of connoisseurs, and finally they all shook their heads and left, obviously this thing either happened to be an ore dug up in the cemetery, or it was worthless and could not be sold for much money.

Since there are customers who want to help, it is also a good thing to be able to sell. The middle-aged strong man thought for a while, stretched out his right hand, and saw that he first stretched out five fingers, then clasped his thumb and index finger, and then clenched it into a fist.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head, and his right hand also stretched out five fingers, and then the thumb, index finger, and middle finger were clasped together, and then clenched into a fist.

Chen Chuliang watched the two communicate silently with gestures, and felt that this antique industry was really incomprehensible.

That's it?

It's a matter of how much it sells.

After the old man compared, the middle-aged strong man did not compare.

Seeing that the store is no longer bidding, you know that the store is thinking about whether to sell at this price.

The old man simply put down some fierce medicine, stretched out 1 finger, then clasped his thumb and index finger, and then clenched it into a fist. Probably adding some money on the basis of the previous one, I saw that the strong man already had plans to sell.

Sure enough, after the old man raised the price, the strong man also began to nod.

"That is, seeing that this is the first business today, so I will sell it to you at this price. Otherwise, the price I compared for the first time just now would be a lot. ”

The strong man made an excuse for himself.

This thing, being able to buy a thousand, is also a good price, of course, he bid five thousand for the first time, which raised the price a bit.

However, if this thing is a treasure another story.

Old Man Sun smiled, looked back at Chen Chuliang and said, "Xiao Chen, give money." ”

Chen Chuliang didn't know how much money it was, and he didn't quite understand this kind of antique trading.

The old man was very careful and said to him, "Just give a thousand." Just now, the boss asked me to pay 5,000, and I paid 500 for him, so he didn't do it, so he added more. ”

Chen Chuliang understood, but the old man's vision must be a treasure, even if it is worth buying it for five thousand.