Next to the Louvre is an old street that is longer than the one next to the Hôtel Morris, one of the most famous antiques streets in Paris.

Speaking of antiques, that is to lift up this group of European pirates, the great Chinese poetry and books are fragrant, and I Datang, who shook the Quartet, they have just come out of the cave, climbed down the tree house to end the life of Ru Mao drinking blood, and are carrying a soft bronze hoe to fight against the Vikings.

However, there is also a feudal history of nearly 1,000 years, although the so-called aristocracy is not as good as a long pavilion chief in China, but there are always three catties of iron in the broken ship, and the village chief who cannot be regarded as a cadre can be a few hundred years, and he can always stock up some good things from the peasants.

During the Revolution, the aristocracy was overwhelmed, many families were ruined, and countless nobles' family collections were scattered, and a black market was formed here, and finally it gradually became a well-known antique distribution center for the whole of Western Europe.

"This is the so-called golden cup?" Zhang Heng put down a large cup with rust in his hand with disdain, it was just a bronze vessel, and he also called himself a golden cup, the Europeans were too shameless.

Ever since he walked into the shop, the owner in his fifties had been observing him, no way, it was too eye-catching, a burly man followed closely, and there were three of his subordinates poking their brains outside the door.

This is a big man with money!

You don't necessarily see one for three months.

Seeing Zhang Heng casually put down the gold cup placed in the most conspicuous position, the boss's heart sank, it seems that he can't open it today?

No, people have money to keep, and they must scrape some oil and water from this big fat sheep!

"This gentleman, I don't know if you are interested in antiques from the East?" The boss stroked his goatee and leaned over to Zhang Heng's side, a pair of mouse eyes observed his expression, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be from that mysterious and beautiful place." ”

"Take it out and take a look. His heart suddenly moved, but Zhang Heng's face still looked noncommittal and even a little impatient.

"Then please sit down for a while, and I'll move it later." The boss moved a so-called aristocratic study chair inlaid with red velvet, opened the back door and entered.

"Boss, it's all broken things here, Morro Street is a hundred times better, is it necessary for us to buy it here?" Chen Zhenning muttered.

Zhang Heng asked curiously, "Have you ever been to Moro Street?"

"My dad used to take me and my sister when I was a kid, and he liked to buy old books and stuff like that. Chen Zhenning touched his head and said.

Zhang Heng nodded, Chen Baoshan was an early graduate of Huangpu, in their time, such a person could be called a temporary choice for both civil and military affairs, and a proper national elite.

It's a pity that none of the children born can inherit both of them at the same time, he glanced at Chen Zhenning with a smile, and shook his head regretfully.

It is estimated that he knows that a person with an identity like Zhang Heng will not make any small moves in the store, and the disappearance of the boss is half an hour, until Chen Zhenning couldn't help but want to go into the dark warehouse to find him, he got out, his hair was covered with cobwebs, and then he took out three large cloth bags from the small door behind him.

"The warehouse hasn't been turned over for a long time, these things have been in the warehouse very early, and they have been in the corner, sorry to keep you waiting. The boss said as he pulled out various objects and placed them casually on the floor covered with thick carpets.

A bronze, a porcelain vase, another bronze, another porcelain vase.

Bronzes and porcelain vases are just placed in a bag, aren't you afraid of bumping?

Zhang Heng frowned, squatted down and carefully picked up a bronze vessel, if he remembered correctly, this was a wine bottle, a ritual vessel, there was no inscription on it, and I didn't know if it was the Spring and Autumn Period or the Warring States Period.

I picked up a porcelain bottle again, turned it over and saw that there was "Kangxi Year System of the Qing Dynasty" on the bottom, which should be the official kiln of the third generation of the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, there were no large number of Chinese players and immigrants entering the Western antique market, and in the 90s, some Chinese people deliberately faked flea markets or antique shops in the West, and prepared to use them to catch compatriots.

He casually glanced at the boss's outstretched hand, and immediately shouted: "NO! STOP！”

"Sir?" the boss looked back at him inexplicably, his hand still shaking the pile of torn books, and a few fragments of pages fell like this.

"Put it down slowly, let me get it!" Zhang Heng no longer had the mood to hold it deliberately, and yelled at him.

The boss hurriedly put the book lightly on the carpet, and Zhang Heng didn't get his hands on it, and looked carefully at the book cover: Book XX Turtle.

I'll it!

This is "Shufu Yuan Turtle", depending on the natural aging degree of the paper, unlike the Ming and Qing editions, it is likely to be the Song version.

"Don't you know that for us Orientals, gold is priceless and books are priceless, how can you treat this crystallization of civilization so roughly?" he couldn't hold back any longer, and turned back to lash out at the boss.

The boss was red-faced and hesitant: "I'm sorry, these are the ones that my dead dad put them, this is the first time I've seen them." ”

"Bring a white glove. ”

Soon, Zhang Heng put on white gloves and very carefully took out a few books and put them on the carpet.

He soon discovered several more fragments of the Taiping Imperial Review.

Three bags were emptied, and the floor was covered with bottles and jars, as well as more than 30 fragments of books.

Hey!

Zhang Heng noticed that among these bottles and cans, there was a blue and white jar that was very conspicuous, and he squatted down in the past to take a closer look, there was no bottom paragraph, and the pattern was Qin Qiong Zhan Guan Gong.

This, this can't be a big pot of Yuan blue and white, right?

He was a little confused, he didn't know much about antiques, and he had collected more than a dozen things in his previous life, and they were all bought at auction.

But Yuan Qinghua he carefully looked at the real thing in the museum, and the jar in front of him, regardless of color, shape, or painting style, is very similar!

Think about it, there should be no fakes at this time!

Europeans don't take Chinese antiques seriously at all, and they don't have any other valuable Oriental goods in their eyes except gold and jewelry, but they would rather spend millions of dollars on a so-called impressionist pair.

Judging from Zhang Heng's aesthetics, Picasso's paintings are not as comfortable as a painting of the Republic of China.

"How much is this?" he waved his hand.

"You want it all?" the boss glared at in surprise.

"Since you have spent so much effort, and it is all from the East, according to our words, this is providence, fate, I will ask for it all, anyway, let you be treated as garbage. ”

"No, no, sir, you're wrong, it's not rubbish!" said the boss, jumping to his feet, pointing to the books, "in your words, a priceless treasure more expensive than gold!"

"You really believe it, if you want to sell gold for the price, then goodbye. Zhang Heng rolled his eyes, pulled his legs and walked out.

"No, no, sir, please stay. The boss ran out of the counter to stop him, smirking and saying, "I'm complimenting you." ”

"Or, 100,000?" he stared at Zhang Heng.

"Franc?" Zhang Heng's eyes widened.

"Dollars!"

"Goodbye!"

"Franc!"

"Lira is almost, goodbye!"

"Don't be in a hurry, look at this beautiful cyan jar, and there are two figures on it that look like fierce generals. The boss pointed to the big blue and white jar, "You take it back and put it in the study, and put lilies in it, it must be beautiful." ”

"Yuan Qinghua lilies?" Zhang Heng pulled the corners of his mouth twice, and kicked down a bronze wine bottle seemingly casually, "It's really okay to put flowers in that jar, this kind of thing can only be returned to the furnace, I'm not a garbage collector, if you report the price so much, I can only say goodbye, Paris will not have a chance to come in the future, it's too dilapidated, and most of the antiques are garbage." ”

"Two thousand and eighty thousand francs! This is the final transaction price!" At first, I wanted to say twenty thousand, but when I saw Zhang Heng's brows suddenly relaxed, the boss cleverly added eight thousand in the back.

Zhang Heng had a sad face, but he still couldn't hold back and was exposed early.

Forget it, it's only more than 6,000 US dollars, or more than 30,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Six bronzes of unknown age, five pieces of porcelain, of which there is at least one Kangxi official kiln, one suspected to be Yuan blue and white, and the most precious is the more than 30 ancient books suspected to be the Song version.

This trip is great value!

Chen Zhenning paid the cash, Zhang Heng glanced at the counter, walked over and took out a large stack of wooden boxes, opened it and took out all the black pearl rubies inside and put them on the counter, and then carefully packed these ancient books.

Then there was a long wooden box with soft padding for the armor, which Zhang Heng used to hold porcelain and bronze.

The boss just wanted to shout, but after Chen Zhenning handed over two hundred franc bills, he didn't speak again.

"By the way, where did your dad get these things?" all properly packed, Zhang Heng asked casually.

As a result, he was in a reverie that the boss's father had participated in the Arab War of Independence and fought for several years against the Persian kingdom, which he had found in the basement of a wealthy man in Persia.

Maybe it was brought over by the Mongols who invaded westward, Zhang Heng pretended to be professional and made this guess.

"Sir, let's go, welcome to the next time!" the boss said goodbye to them with a smile on his face at the door, and when he couldn't see anyone, he immediately closed the door and locked it, and returned to the counter to touch the pile of bills and laughed.

"Oriental people are stupid, a pile of broken garbage on the ancestors has to be recycled, Dad, thank you!"

"Europeans are just stupid, they have no aesthetic ability at all, and such a precious thing is garbage. Zhang Heng pouted, and walked to the next store with a few men carrying things.

"We swept this street today to see how many good things our ancestors could find!"