"Fang Yi, you kid is really a god, you can even pick up such a big leak in Panjiayuan?"

After walking out of Wu Tianbao's shop, Hua Ziyi looked at Fang Yi's eyes, already with a little bit of admiration, although he felt that Fang Yi should have hit the luck, but luck is also part of the strength, there are so many people who visit the Pan Jiayuan every day, why didn't those people hit the luck?

"100,000 yuan, it's not a big leak, right?" Fang Yi said with a smile: "I heard that someone spent dozens of yuan to get a piece of porcelain from the Kangxi official kiln, and sold it for hundreds of thousands of dollars as soon as it changed hands, compared to that buddy, I am still far behind......"

"Come on, you kid will be content......"

Hua Ziyi opened his mouth and interrupted Fang Yi's words, "I know what you said, it was in the eighties, not many people paid attention to antiques at that time, and they didn't sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars as soon as they changed hands, but only put them at auction last year......

Regarding the things that happened in the capital, Hua Ziyi was naturally very clear, and the matter that Fang Yi said did exist, but the story became a bit legendary after some oral interpretations. 『』『言*情*首*发enovelw?w?w.1xiaoshuo

The porcelain of the Kangxi official kiln was indeed bought for sixty yuan, but at that time, Panjiayuan did not have the scale it is now, nor did it have the current fame, but it had just been changed from Panjiayao to the name of Panjiayao, which was a well-known ghost market in the old capital.

The so-called ghost market refers to the beginning of the second half of the night, limited to the dawn, and the stalls will be closed at dawn.

It is said that from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, the ghost market is very famous in Beijing, such as the "Dongxiao City" outside the Chongwen Gate, the "Night Market" outside the Xuanwu Gate and the "Xiao Market" outside the Desheng Gate, etc., the ghost market of Panjiayuan belongs to the ghost market of the old capital, and someone enters the market at 4 o'clock in the morning.

The origin of the ghost market, there are three folk theories, the first is that in the late Qing Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, the country was about to die, and the emperor could not keep it. Not to mention the courtiers. Many Qing court legacies, ruined and wealthy, and their families could not make ends meet after their families were ruined, so they could only survive by selling the little family property left by their ancestors.

But these people were once and for all their time. So taking advantage of the half-bright and half-dark light before dawn, he took antiques and secretly went to the street to set up stalls to sell, avoiding acquaintances and making a sale. At this time, there were many dilapidated dignitaries, and over time, the city became a "ghost market".

The second theory is that the ghost market opened early, the sky was not yet bright, and there were no electric lights, the black paint was black, the poor lit the flints, the rich carried lanterns, and the shadows shuttled and stopped under the simple lighting equipment like ghost fires. It's erratic, don't say whether there is a ghost or not, but the ghost is there first.

In addition, many gentlemen on the beam also came here to get rid of some shady things, and there were even counterfeiters who took advantage of the chaos to peddle some fakes, both of which were sneaky. In short, it is inseparable from the word "ghost", and the ghost market gets its name from this.

And the third theory of the ghost market, all with some mystery, legend has it that the ghost market is opened at the time of the alternation of yin and yang, and the surrounding light and shadow are flickering, you can't see me clearly, I can't see you clearly. Therefore, not only the comings and goings of the living people in the yang world, but also attracted the interest of the gods and ghosts in the underworld, and it was not good to buy something from you with the front foot, and lie back in the coffin with the back foot.

The most interesting of the various legends is that the Empress Dowager Cixi is said to have celebrated her 60th birthday. I had to ask my little eunuchs to prepare fox furs, which were in the midst of a national crisis, where to go to get fox skins for the Empress Dowager Cixi?

Seeing that the time limit was approaching, the little eunuch had no choice but to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and he really responded, and bought the best fox skin in the ghost market at night. And the seller turned into a wisp of green smoke and left, and then touched the fox skin and it was still hot, and the little eunuch realized that the seller was the incarnation of the fox fairy, and took off the skin to save his life.

It is impossible to verify what kind of theory the ghost market was formed, but the porcelain at that time was the one that was bought from the ghost market in Panjiayuan by an old professor who had just been rehabilitated and used the salary to compensate him.

However, in the early eighties, popsicles could be bought for a penny, and sixty yuan was equivalent to a month's salary for an eighth-level worker, which was equivalent to more than six thousand yuan now.

What's more, after the old professor bought this official kiln porcelain, he didn't sell it at all, but kept it at home for his own enjoyment, and it was not until the mid-nineties that the old professor died that his son took it out and sold it.

So strictly speaking, the truth of this leakage story that is widely circulated in Panjiayuan is not as beautiful as everyone imagined.

Not to mention whether anyone was willing to spend so much money to buy antiques in the early eighties, even if there were, and it was identified as true, it was almost impossible to sell them at a high price in those days, and it took nearly 20 years to sell the leak, I believe that few people would pick it up.

"So that's the case?

Hearing Hua Ziyi's explanation, Fang Yi realized that the saying that there are many stories in the antique shop is really not blown, there are so many versions of one leak, and so many people in the industry have been fooled.

"Small, in Panjiayuan, how many people have picked up a big leak like you?" Hua Ziyi said angrily: "If this matter spreads, I am sure that tomorrow the entire antique circle in the capital will know your boy's name, and this name will be faster than on TV, ......"

"Hmm, Brother Hua, then do you have a way to spread this matter?" Fang Yi rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"Spread it, your head isn't hot, is it?"

Hua Ziyi looked at Fang Yi suspiciously, and said: "What you bought and sold is bronze, although it is not indicated on the note, but if the police want to investigate, there is still a way, and they can't make a fuss because of this 100,000 yuan and that bit of fame, right?"

As an important part of cultural relics and antiques, although the buying and selling of bronzes is strictly prohibited by the state, it is still impossible to eliminate it in the antique shop, but others buy and sell bronzes are private behaviors, and very few people go outside to publicize them after the transaction, which is a stuffy gourd business.

The bronze that Fang Yi sold, although it looked like an inherited object, but Fang Yi did buy it at the stall in Panjiayuan, and then resold it, in a sense, his behavior was already illegal, such a thing can be big or small, if it is strict, maybe he can be sentenced to a few years.

"It's okay, Brother Hua, I just sold a candlestick, and I didn't indicate that it was a bronze candlestick, let alone that it was a cultural relic......"

Fang Yi waved his hand indifferently and said: "How difficult it is to be famous now, I am almost crazy when I look at those celebrities who want to be famous, we have such good conditions, why don't we publicize it, Brother Hua, you can spread this matter hard, and it would be good for the national antique shops to know......

"Hey, I said that your kid is telling the truth, and that is a lie?"

Fang Yi's attitude made Hua Ziyi a little confused, he believed that Fang Yi would not know the severity of this matter, even if Sun Lianda's face and relationship could not be sentenced, but the 100,000 yuan would definitely be gone.

"What I said is the truth, Brother Hua, you can rest assured that you can spread it out......" Fang Yi said in a very firm tone, and his face became stern, he was really not joking with Hua Ziyi, but thinking about this matter and giving Wu Tianbao a lesson that he will never forget.

"By the way, Brother Hua, when you pass the word, don't say that it was sold for 100,000, you just say that it was sold for hundreds of thousands......"

Fang Yi had another bad idea in his heart, he could see that the reason why Wu Tianbao was so desperate to want this bronze candlestick was that he might as well have a family, he might as well raise a price for him, if Wu Tianbao could really sell it, then it would be a lot of fun.

"Aren't you afraid that the police will come to find the back account?" Hua Ziyi also became serious, he could see that Fang Yi was not joking with himself.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just selling a handicraft anyway, what kind of police are you afraid of!"

Fang Yi was really not afraid, because when he finally handed over the bronze candlestick to Wu Tianbao, Fang Yi had already instilled himself with the divine consciousness and true yuan that had changed the nature of the candlestick, and all of them had been extracted, and if the current candlestick was taken out again, it would be a fake.

As for what Wu Tianbao's face would be when he saw that candlestick again, it was not what Fang Yi considered, if he had the ability to fool him out as if it was true, then Fang Yi could only say that the person who bought the candlestick was blind and deserved to be deceived. (To be continued.) )