Bai Ke let his cousin move freely, and he himself got up early in the morning and followed the old hat to the north gate of Xuanwu Park.

When I was in the bird market in Longtan Lake Park, the old hat was set up on the ground, spread a rag on the ground, put all kinds of objects, and once the public security came, he ran away with the objects in the cloth.

I haven't seen him for a few years, but the old hat has changed shotguns and pedaled on a tricycle.

When he came to the market, he also set up a stall out of bricks and wooden shelves and the like.

Looking at the surroundings, they are all the same as old hats, all of them are selling dog meat on sheep's heads.

It looks like it's selling thrift, but it's actually selling antiques.

As soon as the stalls were set up, customers began to come and go.

The vast majority of these customers are Hong Kong and Macao people, or overseas Chinese.

There are also some who look like high-level intellectuals in China.

It is estimated that after they implemented the policy, they received a large amount of compensation, and their lives became better, so they began to engage in collecting activities.

As always, the old hat continues to live on all kinds of porcelain.

All kinds of large bottles of 150 pieces, 200 pieces, 300 pieces.

There are other jars and jars.

Bai Ke was not very interested in these things, and after receiving a large basket of 7501 porcelain last time, he basically ignored other porcelain.

After helping the old hat set up the stall, the white customer went around to the other stalls.

Let's go to a stall selling used books.

This stall should be the safest, as it is difficult to tell if an old book is an antique or not.

Ancient rare books are the earliest antiques collected by Baike.

He and his brother came to the scrapyard together.

Later, coupled with Biaozi's pulling around, there were already a large number of old books in Bai Ke's hands.

Although Bai Ke has no talent in this area, he can't stand it for three days and two ends.

Therefore, when he comes across an old book, he can tell at a glance whether it is ancient or modern.

The old books in front of this stall, the white customers took a few looks.

Except for a small number of those of the Republic of China, the vast majority of them are ancient, and they are mainly from the Qing Dynasty.

It is cheaper than one or twenty yuan, and the expensive one is not more than 100 yuan.

Bai Ke casually picked out a few books that were not seriously damaged.

In particular, Li Yu's "Twelfth Floor" made Bai Ke satisfied.

After buying the book, Bai Ke came to a stall selling calligraphy and paintings.

At this time, the stall owner was bargaining with an old man who looked like an overseas Chinese.

The old man fell in love with an antique painting by Zhang Daqian.

It seems that they are not giving each other up for twenty or thirty dollars.

In the early days of reform and opening up, it was not the peasants who dared to be the first in the world to make a fortune, or those who were released from labor and labor.

Rather, there are many Hong Kong and Macao people, or overseas Chinese and the like.

Because of the asymmetry of information, they have the ability to absolutely crush.

An antique that is collected for dozens of yuan, if they get it abroad, they can sell it for hundreds of thousands of dollars casually.

Bai Ke pretended to be indifferent and eavesdropped on the sidelines.

In the end, the old man pretended to sigh sadly: "There is no way, I'll take a look elsewhere." ”

After saying that, he walked away with some regret.

Bai Ke knew in his heart that this old thing was playing a trick to get away with it.

When the stall owner regretted it, he turned back and continued to bargain.

How could the white guest let him succeed, and when the old guy walked away, he immediately rushed over to copy the back road.

At this time, the stall owner was sighing for the loss of a deal, and the white customer hurriedly asked: "Uncle, how much money does he give you, you don't sell it?"

The stall owner sighed: "I want 200, he gives 180, in fact, 190 is fine." ”

"Alright, I'll give you one hundred and nine. ”

The stall owner was looking at the white customer suspiciously, and the white customer had already taken out a stack of large solidarity and handed it to him.

The stall owner hurriedly rolled up the picture and packed it, and came over cautiously.

In fact, Bai Ke doesn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't understand fart.

But on the one hand, others have already bargained, and it's always right to follow the leaks.

On the other hand, in these days, the market for antique calligraphy and painting is not big enough to be faked.

Of course, this period is not to say that there are no fake antiques.

For example, Zhang Daqian imitated a lot of ancient paintings, and many antiques were imitated during the Republic of China.

But even so, at such a low price at the moment, even if you buy it with your eyes closed, you won't lose money in the future.

Next, the white customer went to the other stalls again.

I bought a few jade seals, a holy decree, and two supplements.

Just as he was about to turn further, suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and some stall owners packed up their stalls and fled in a hurry.

It seems that the public security came to check again, and Bai Ke hurriedly ran back, so he had to inform the old hat.

Panting back to the old hat, he spoke.

The old hat was not in a hurry, not to mention the roll cover, and he didn't even hide those 200 or 300 large bottles.

In the blink of an eye, the public security was already in front of me.

Strange to say, they didn't look at the old hat's stall, but went straight to the other stalls, confiscated some ancient coins, and then walked away.

The old hat sighed: "It's not easy to eat." ”

Bai Ke was pleasantly surprised: "Can you sell it casually in the future?"

The old hat shook his head: "This thing has been going on for a while, and now they have something to do with ancient coins, bronzes, silverware, and so on." It's time to turn back after a while. ”

It seems that the old hat has improved a lot of combat experience after all these years of running around.

After buying it for a morning, the old hat only sold a large bottle of 300 pieces and an octagonal bottle.

How can you make fifty or sixty dollars in small profits?

Bai Ke thought that he would make persistent efforts in the afternoon, but he didn't expect him to clean up his stall.

"I'll treat you to steamed buns at noon. ”

only earned fifty or sixty yuan, how embarrassed was Bai Ke to let him invite.

But the old hat wanted to be invited, so Bai Ke had no choice but to follow him.

When he arrived at the restaurant, the old hat asked for a pound of meat buns and a plate of peanuts, and after sitting down, he took out a bottle of Erguotou from his arms.

The steaming meat buns were served, and the old hat hurriedly grabbed one and took a big bite.

While eating, he complained: "Hmph! It's so foolish, there's too little fat." ”

At present, people prefer to eat fatty meat, which is the so-called picking fat and picking thin.

Therefore, in the market, fatty meat is always more expensive than lean meat.

After a few sips of wine, the old hat began to talk endlessly, talking nonsense.

Bai Ke couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Mao, you don't go to the mountains and the countryside at your age, why didn't you find a unit to work?" ”

"Why didn't you go to work? I'm still in the second bubble. ”

"Erba, you've been in the army for a long time. ”

The old hat laughed.

Lao Mao's parents were both from the Second Bulb Factory, and later he also took over to the Second Bulb Factory.

When he was a child, Lao Mao often hung out with the big yard disciples, and when others asked him where he was, he would say, "I'm from the Second Artillery."

The old hat is a person who likes to work hard at first glance, and is safe when he is rich.

It is estimated that I am not happy at work, so I take the sick number at home every day.

When he was in his forties, he found someone to handle labor insurance (similar to sick retirement).

Bai Ke and Old Hat chatted as they ate, but their voices were quickly drowned out by a guy standing beside them.

It was a tall man in his fifties and sixties in a tunic suit.

He still has a pen in his pocket, and his face is relatively thin, and he looks like an intellectual.

Bai Ke was surprised at who he was talking to, but he found that he was looking at everyone and not at anyone.

He stood between the two tables and gushed out.

It's all about the international situation, and the head of the analysis is the Tao, which is not inferior to those guys who have lost the situation in later generations.

The mind and insight are far above the ordinary people.

It took a while for Bai Ke to react.

Nine times out of ten, this guy is mentally ill like Lao He.

The IQ is super high, and the self-consistency ability is super strong.

You can't heal him, he can only heal himself.

Look at the old hat and the few men sitting next to him as they ate, listening intently, nodding their heads in agreement from time to time.

Bai Ke had no choice but to listen to the fake model.

The most amazing thing is that the size of the psychopath's voice is just right, and only the diners at one or two tables nearby can hear it clearly, and basically can't disturb the people at the other tables.

It wasn't until a diner in the neighboring seat nodded and stood up after eating that psychopathy suddenly shut up and sat down.

And he's eating!

It turned out that when the diners left, half of the buns were left on the plates.

Looking at the situation, the diners left on purpose.

The people at the same table also handed vinegar and garlic to the mentally ill.

I'm grass, from a distance I look like a psychopath, up close I look like a begging for food.

Hey, life is difficult, and it's not easy to eat.