"What, that string of beads is worth fifteen hundred yuan?" After hearing Lao Ma's words, Brother Fang Yi and the three were stunned, they originally thought that the old man was not at a loss, but they didn't think that it was a few of them who suffered.

"If I hadn't looked away, I would have ......"

Lao Ma nodded very seriously, he is also an old man in the Chaotian Palace antique market, although he usually doesn't do anything related to cultural toys, but he still has eyesight, not to mention anything else, the pulp of the beads is far thicker than what Fang Yi took out of the glass cabinet.

"Oh, then we may really sell it cheaply......" The fat man patted his thigh, with a remorseful expression on his face, thinking that this first business was a good start, but who knew that it was someone else who picked it up.

"Why didn't Brother Man explain to us?" Fang Yi shook his head, how much were those things worth when he was in the store, Man Jun explained very carefully, Fang Yi clearly remembered that he didn't seem to mention this string of beads.

"Maybe Lao Man has also looked away......"

Lao Ma smiled and said: "The old man's surname just now is Zhao, he is an old professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, his eyes are poisonous, he will buy things in the future, you just need to keep a few more eyes, don't care about this kind of small leakage, it is said that there are still people who spent more than 200 yuan to buy things worth hundreds of thousands......

In the past two thousand years, although the antique market has been full of all kinds of fakes, relatively speaking, there are still some genuine products mixed in with it, but it is really not ordinary difficulty to find a few genuine products in this huge market.

Of course, there are no absolutes, such things still happen from time to time, just last year, a well-known collector in the Jinling antique shop, at a stall in the market, spent 280 yuan to buy a black and broken inkstone covered with mud.

When the collector took the inkstone home and cleaned it up, he found that it was an ancient Chengni inkstone of the Song Dynasty, and there was still money left on the inkstone, so the collector took the inkstone to the capital to find a few experts to identify it, and after the results came out, the whole antique shop was shaken.

What no one expected was that after the research of experts, this mutilated inkstone was actually made by Su Shi and Su Dongpo in the Song Dynasty, and it was also an inkstone that he had been using in his early years, which had extremely high archaeological value and collection value.

Someone once estimated a price for this inkstone, even if it is a conservative estimate if it is not auctioned, the market price of this Dongpo Chengni ancient inkstone is more than 300,000 yuan, and it is worth 300,000 yuan to buy something worth 300,000 yuan for a mere 280 yuan, a thousand times, and the collector is definitely picking up a big leak.

As soon as this incident came out, the Jinling antique market is also famous in the country, and many collectors from all over the country rushed to Jinling, wanting to pick up a leak with their own fiery eyes, which also has a lot of real things that have been scooped out, but such a big leak, but no one can encounter it again.

"Oh, the person who sold the inkstone for two hundred and eighty yuan didn't die at a loss?"

After listening to Lao Ma talk about this, the fat man's imbalance in the kind of imbalance that he had just sold cheaply was finally a lot more comfortable, compared to the unlucky buddy, the string of beads that Fang Yi sold was nothing at all.

Lao Ma sighed as he spoke, even if he himself had been picked up, he shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "Xiao Fang, a few of you must remember that those who can get ahead in the antique industry must be people with vision, this is not a bit of a fluke, to be honest, I also suffer......

Lao Ma entered a batch of bronze ancient mirrors last year, and he saw at that time that these ancient mirrors were all fakes made later, and the patina on them was buried in the ground, and the purchase price was not expensive, and a mirror cost fifty yuan.

Lao Ma put this batch of ancient mirrors on the stall the next day, he sold them also not expensive, two hundred yuan on the side of the random pick, not to mention, although these bronze mirrors are fake, but the quality is not bad, placed at home is very able to fool people, so it only took two or three days of effort, Lao Ma's bronze mirrors were all sold.

Originally, this matter was over, but to Lao Ma's surprise, on the third day after the bronze mirror was sold, a customer returned to the market to find Lao Ma and asked him if he had any bronze mirrors sold a few days ago, and if so, he had all wrapped them up.

Seeing the man's anxious look, the old horse was a little strange, so he asked the person why he wanted to buy the ancient mirror, but after asking the ins and outs of the matter, the old horse was eager to give himself a big mouth.

It turned out that after this man bought a bronze mirror and went back, he felt that the patina on it was a little too ugly, so he found a whetstone and sandpaper to dispose of all the patina on the front and back of the mirror.

It didn't matter if it was disposed of, the man found that it was really a mirror made of bronze, and there were also subtle engraved patterns of the twelve genera on it, and that kind of craftsmanship definitely did not look like a modern imitation or deliberately made old.

This collector is also a little related, and immediately found an expert from the Jinling Museum to help him take a look, and after the expert's identification, this should be a Han Dynasty bronze mirror, with a market value of about 15,000 to 30,000.

There were basically no secrets in the antique shop, and the man had picked up a leak, and the matter soon spread, and the old horse was laughed at for a long time, and years had passed, and sometimes when the peers were drinking together, some people brought it out to tell the story.

"The water in this line is not ordinary deep......"

Hearing that the old horse revealed his ugliness, Fang Yi and the fat man and the three guns glanced at each other, and it was not until this that they realized that if they really wanted to eat in the antique shop, they had to learn some relevant knowledge, otherwise they would not know what was going on if they were killed by someone.

"Brother Ma, then you can help us see, are there any valuable things in this cabinet?" The fat man dragged the old horse to the front of his stall, no matter what he said, now the old horse's eyesight is definitely stronger than a few of them.

"No, it's all general stuff......"

Lao Ma's eyes swept over the counter, and he found that the beads Fang Yi and the others sold had also appeared oxidized pulp for some years, but they should have been left for too long and lacked people to play with, and the luster of these beads was very dull and not very valuable.

"It's strange, the old man is full of monkey spirits, why didn't you see the string of beads?" Back before and after returning to his stall, Lao Ma couldn't help muttering.

Lao Ma is also the old man of the market, he debuted at the same time as the Manchu Army in the Chaotian Palace antique market to practice stalls, but a few years have passed, the Manchu Army has rented a shop and become the boss, he Lao Ma is still a vendor, in addition to the factors of dealing with the world, Lao Ma's understanding and eyesight are also far from the Manchu Army.

"Fatty, three guns, I don't think we all need to squat here to watch the stalls......"

After listening to Lao Ma talk about a few things about picking up leaks in this antique market, Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "You can't learn anything by sitting in the stall, in my opinion, let's take turns to watch the stalls, only one person is left at a time, and the other two people go around the market, see more and talk less, you can also learn something......

"Xiao Fang, it's right to do this, so that you can integrate into this industry as quickly as possible......" Hearing Fang Yi's arrangement, a complicated look flashed in the eyes of the old horse next to him.

Lao Ma knows best, what the Manchu army did back then, throwing the stalls to others to help watch, scurrying around in the market all day long, and wanting to know everything with a dead face, then many people will say that the Manchu army is not doing its job properly, and they don't care about setting up a stall.

But half a year later, many people suddenly found that the Manchu army, who was new to the antique shop, was no less than those old people who had been in this industry for more than ten years, and they were very bold and decisive.

Afterwards, some people said that the Manchu army was bold, and others said that the Manchu army was lucky.

But Lao Ma, who debuted at the same time as the Manchu Army, saw another way, that is, the success of the Manchu Army was not accidental, because the Manchu Army had a natural sense of acumen and smell for this industry, and knew where to find an opportunity to cut in, and now the old horse found this trait in Fang Yi's body.

"Fang Yi, then you look at it first, I'll go around with Sanpao?" The fat man was a person who couldn't sit still, and when he heard Fang Yi say this, he immediately stood up.

But as soon as the fat man stood up, before the words fell, he sat back again, and said with a flattering smile: "Hey, this eldest sister, what do you want to buy?"

"Am I old?" a crisp, young voice sounded.

"Not old, not old, you look a few years younger than me......" Hearing the woman's question, the fat man almost didn't cry, just now he shouted that Miss was scolded by the stinking, this changed to call the eldest sister, why is the girl standing at her counter not satisfied?

"Fatty, let's do it with me......" Seeing the fat man deflated, Fang Yi couldn't help but shake his head, and after pulling the fat man back into the chair, Fang Yi's eyes looked at the girl standing in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up involuntarily.

Although Fang Yi has been on the mountain for so many years, the women he has seen are either children under the age of ten or aunts over forty, but this does not hinder Fang Yi's aesthetics, and the girl in front of him can definitely be called a big beauty.

The girl's age should be ten years old, about one meter seven tall, wearing a pair of cropped jeans on the lower body, and a white T-shirt and short-sleeved shirt on the upper body.

Looking up again, the skin on the girl's face can be broken with a flick, her complexion is as clear as jade, her eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when she looks forward to it, she has an elegant and elegant temperament, even the cheeky person like the fat man, after glancing at the girl, is also very unnatural to turn his gaze away.