At seven or eight o'clock, it is the time when the ghost market is most crowded. The furniture bought was watched by Zhou Daguang and Zhang Laifu, and they were not afraid of Liu Erpang doing any tricks.

On the antique street of the City God Temple, many people squatted in front of the stalls, picking out their own "treasures". Zhong Yue looked at it, and most of them were modern handicrafts, ten or twenty yuan, bought as an ornament and hung on the car, or bought a glass bracelet to wear on his hand, and had fun.

Of course, there are some collectors who hold a small flashlight in their hands and keep shining on objects, and they have always come here to pick up leaks.

Although Zhong Yue is a layman, he used to like to watch some treasure appreciation columns, for some basic common sense, there are still some, the more strange things are, the more untouchable, these things are often fabricated by counterfeiters and bluffing things.

Especially about the Buddha statues, the ancients saluted the Buddha, that was with a pious heart, so the things about the Buddha statues were created, each era has the characteristics of each era, and there will be no other discrepancies, but the modern counterfeiters, there is no concept of this aspect, and they are messed together, the Buddha crown of the Tang Dynasty, the robe of the Yuan Dynasty, the lotus seat of the Ming Dynasty, etc., such the lowest fakes, sometimes let some laymen who think they are experts look at it.

Zhong Yue squatted in front of a stall, scanning what he could see. Yashe, I'm afraid that just a few pieces of furniture are not enough, whatever, you have to hang some calligraphy, paintings, ornaments.

The old man next to him was holding a white object and shining a flashlight on it.

"Brother, eight hundred, ivory, I collected it from the country. ”

The old man smiled slightly, didn't say anything, looked at it a few times, and then put it down again.

Seeing that the old man didn't get hit, the stall owner was not discouraged, this thing, not everyone who came over was a fool. Zhong Yue glanced at the things on the stall, half of the contents on the sack were jade jewelry and some small miscellaneous pieces, but it seemed that this workmanship was obviously full of the atmosphere of modern industry.

His eyes swept over a piece of black ink that was not slippery and in very untidy condition, and suddenly became interested, picked it up, and played with it in his hand. This thing should be an old object, but such an ink block, the collection value lies entirely in the quality of the ink block. Many calligraphy lovers have the preference of collecting ink blocks, but for the overall market, it is not very hot, generally a piece of good ink in good condition, with years, the price is about 1,000 yuan, which belongs to the low-end collection.

"How much does this stuff cost?"

The stall owner glanced at Zhong Yue, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "It's not expensive, eight hundred." ”

Zhong Yue smiled and prepared to put it down. Just kidding, the handwriting on this is almost worn out, this thing is in such poor condition, eighty is about the same.

"How much do you want?"

Zhong Yue saw that the stall owner had the intention of relenting, so he smiled and said, "Eighty." ”

"Yo, the little brother is quite good at bargaining, eighty? You should be a brick on the side of the road, this is the best Huimo in the Republic of China period, and eight hundred is already a cheap price." ”

Zhong Yue grinned and said: "Do you think this kind of quality is still valuable for collecting? You don't have that box here, just throw it on the stall so casually, and you are not afraid of getting damp?"

The corner of the middle-aged uncle's mouth twitched, this thing, no one really wants it, he collected it from the countryside, so he didn't take it seriously, he thought about Hei Zhongyue, but he didn't expect this young man to understand it quite well.

"That'...... That's when I forgot to bring the box today. If you want it sincerely, five hundred. ”

Zhong Yue got up and didn't plan to talk any further. He took this thing for his own use, and five hundred was really a bit expensive.

"Little brother, three hundred, three hundred. Let's fall in love like this, three hundred, what do you think?"

Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "I'm eighty." ”

This is the most shameless statement of counteroffer, just eighty yuan, love to sell or not.

The middle-aged uncle's face immediately pulled down.

"Your ink ingots are cracked, even if they are the best, they can't be sold, eighty, just let Uncle you get some blood back, otherwise it will rot on the stall, I'm afraid no one will buy it." ”

The middle-aged uncle sighed, "Yes, eighty is eighty, you are better than those old guys." Even if I'm unlucky today, half sell and half give. ”

Zhong Yue squatted down again, handed a hundred pieces to the middle-aged uncle, and played with the slightly inky Hui ink.

"Eighty!"

Zhong Yue smiled.

"Well, this ink block is really an old object, don't lie to you, if it weren't for the poor quality, it would be worth three or five hundred yuan, I don't have change, little brother, you can pick a gadget on this small object and make up a hundred yuan." ”

Zhong Yue tugged at the corners of his mouth, this is still going to trick him for twenty yuan? But it's only twenty yuan, Zhong Yue looked at the small objects on the stall, picked up some seals, and played with them under the light.

"The small one is twenty, the big one is fifty, little brother, this one in your hand is a green jade, fifty yuan, if you want it, just pay another thirty. ”

Zhong Yue glanced at the middle-aged stall owner with the face of a profiteer, this thing is estimated to be worthless handicrafts, and the cost of ten yuan is sky-high. That picked up a dark seal, it was a little heavy to start, and it was not transparent under the light, and it looked like the lines were also very mixed, it was not a very good jade material, but Zhong Yue had a very strange feeling, and he always felt that this seal was a little strange.

Zhong Yue remembered that he had three opportunities for system identification, so he immediately logged in to the system.

"Do you identify what's in the host's hands?"

"Yes. ”

After a while, the voice of the system came slowly, "Ming Dynasty Xianzhang 'Ancient Road Spring Breeze', Material: Tian Huangshi, System Estimate: 50,000." ”

"Ahem!"

The middle-aged stall owner looked shocked when he saw Zhong Yue, and said suspiciously: "Little brother, what's wrong?" Although this seal stone is not black, but fortunately, it has not been engraved, and you can ask someone to engrave a name when you buy it back, which is practical and high-grade." ”

Zhong Yue immediately recovered the look on his face, and said lightly: "Uncle, you bluff me with a broken stone, take a look for yourself, is this jade material?"

"Why not? ”

"Twenty yuan, okay, I'll ask for this, when I go out to play here, I really bring a hundred yuan, I really don't have any money." ”

The middle-aged stall owner glanced at the black seal rough stone in Zhong Yue's hand, and wondered if this little guy likes this kind of black thing, this ink block and seal, he has been selling it for a year or two, no one has ever asked the price, and now he sells them all, and he can still earn fifty or sixty, as soon as he thinks about it, he waved his hand, "Take it, take it, count me unlucky, it's really boring to do business with a poor student like you." ”

Zhong Yue was very calm on the surface, but his little heart was already beating fast.

50,000? The system won't have a bug, right?

He put the seal in his pocket casually, pretending to have nothing to do, so as not to be seen, "Uncle, give me a bag, you can't let me hold a strip of ink like this and make my hands dark, right?"

The middle-aged stall owner was a little angry, and said that this kid still wants to take advantage?

"Plastic restriction order, bag five cents!"

Zhong Yue laughed so much that his stomach was about to cramp.

"Here's a piece for you. ”

"And say you don't have any money!

"This is the last dollar......

"Roll away!" The middle-aged stall owner threw over a plastic bag, so angry that he almost hit Zhong Yue with a feather duster over there, and he never wanted to see Zhong Yue again.