Chen Danyang is handsome and slightly weak, Sun Zhongyuan was really frightened. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hahahaha!" Chen Danyang laughed, "I'll make you look as steady as Mount Tai!"

Sun Zhongyuan looked at Chen Danyang's proud appearance, and then he felt that this guy was probably deliberately scaring him.

It's not that he despises same-sex orientation, but he can't accept that such people flirt with him anyway.

"Okay, buddy's orientation is normal, who made you pretend to be too forced just now, I won't punish you a little, it's uncomfortable. ”

Sun Zhongyuan was completely relieved. The two continued to walk forward.

Chen Danyang won a Jiugong gossip card, and when he tasted the sweetness for the first time, his mood was relatively high. Sun Zhongyuan felt that it would be difficult to gain anything by winning two things in succession.

Because it was a weekend, there were a lot of people in the market, and there was no shortage of people talking to each other in front of the stalls. Some people come to Barberry, because they come to the goods, and by the way, they visit the antique market, and there are masters in it.

Chen Danyang will listen to it while strolling. It can be seen that in addition to the excitement of picking up the leak for the first time, he is really interested in antiques. He already has a certain foundation, and if he is shopping with a master like Sun Zhongyuan, it is easy for this situation to occur.

Originally, this antique market was the kind of stalls that resembled the cement platform of the vegetable market, but because of the large number of people on weekends, there were many stalls directly spread on the ground in many gaps.

When Chen Danyang saw a stall behind him and saw that there were a lot of people gathered in the back, he wanted to go directly over the stall to have a look.

Sun Zhongyuan's eyes were quick, he grabbed him, took him to a little turn, and went around.

"Now that you're at the antique market, I'll tell you the rules. Sun Zhongyuan said as he walked, "In this way, when you go to the stall by yourself in the future, you will not be used as a mallet, and you can also avoid unnecessary disputes." ”

Chen Danyang realized, "Oh, I wanted to step directly over the stall just now, which is disrespectful to the stall owner." ”

"It's not just a matter of disrespect, the price of the things on this stall is inconclusive, you raise your foot, you touch it and it breaks, and people say how much is how much. Sun Zhongyuan explained, "Do you give it or not? The most important thing is not to touch things, there are many non-authentic ones, specifically looking for novices like you to touch porcelain." ”

Chen Danyang nodded, this truth is very clear, "When you go to a stall, you have to learn to 'walk' first." ”

The two walked to the stall where many people had gathered, and at this time, a man with a mustache was holding a jasper pen holder in his hand to negotiate with the stall owner; many people seemed to be eyeing this jasper pen holder, all watching from the side, and some people were still whispering to each other, but none of them were talking about this pen holder.

"You see, what people are holding in their hands, you can't ask, you can't discuss, you can only wait. Sun Zhongyuan continued, "First, don't ask the buyer if you want it, and second, don't ask the stall owner how much. It's not okay to talk about it on the side. Otherwise, both the buyer and the seller will scold you for not understanding the rules, and if you don't scold clearly, you will also scold in your heart. When you see this kind of person, the stall owner will not show him good things. ”

Chen Danyang said to Sun Zhongyuan, "Don't you say it, I really wanted to ask just now, this tube is really good!"

"This kind of thing that opens the door is really good, otherwise so many people are eyeing it?" Sun Zhongyuan waved his hand, "This thing is arched, and the price can't be low." Well, don't talk about that. ”

At this time, the man with the mustache began to bargain with the stall owner. He seems to be a little unsure, but it is estimated that he can also see that there are many people around him who are eyeing this pen holder, so he is very cautious in the counteroffer.

"No matter how good the thing is, don't be afraid of a low counteroffer, ask for something worth tens of thousands, and no one will laugh at you if you bargain for dozens of yuan!" Because next to the stall, Sun Zhongyuan could only try his best to keep his voice down, "Once you quote the price and people agree, you have to ask for it." Especially in front of many people, if you don't want it, you will be regarded as a bottom-out. ”

It is not uncommon to see the bottom in the antique market, and some people call it a price. The owner didn't come forward first, found someone to negotiate the price, and touched the bottom of the seller first. This is especially true in antique shops.

Once it is considered to be a bottom-out, the price is negotiated and nothing is purchased, and in front of other buyers, the stall owner will not sell this thing again. In this way, not only the stall owner hates this person, but other waiting buyers will also be very angry, and if they meet someone who really likes this thing and has a bad temper, they may scold and even pull to ask for an explanation!

Bidding and not buying, this is indeed a taboo in the industry.

In the end, the mustache really bought this jasper pen holder, although it is slightly higher than the market price, but this barrel is an old Qing Dynasty product that opened the door, and there is still a lot of room for appreciation.

Sun Zhongyuan and Chen Danyang also left the stall.

"Buy high. Sun Zhongyuan said to Chen Danyang as he walked.

"Then he went back to find someone who understood, can he return the goods?"

"Yes, the stall owner will be willing to return such a thing, but it is not cost-effective to return it, because at most he will be refunded seventy or eighty percent of the original price. Buyers lose more, it is better to stay and wait for appreciation. ”

"Seventy or eighty?"

"This is because this tube is not sold. In the antique shop, buying and selling things depends on eyesight, and after the payment is cleared, they are not responsible. Don't say that you buy high, you buy fakes, and you have to bear it yourself according to the rules. However, now the market is a bit chaotic, and some people buy fakes and will come out of the way. ”

Sun Zhongyuan told Chen Danyang about the Tibetan wax lawsuit that asked for a return by the way.

The rules of the antique shop are passed down from generation to generation, in fact, as long as they are followed, it is beneficial to both parties. In terms of not being able to pass things by hand, it is really hard to say that it is broken, and both buyers and sellers are very troubled.

"I can tell you the rules, but there are some things that you have to experience yourself, such as hinting that when you bought this Jiugong gossip card, I hinted that I wanted to cooperate with you, but you didn't react at the first time. ”

Implicationly, it is indeed important in the antique shop. There are some things that you can't say, so you have to figure it out for yourself.

For example, if you enter an antique shop, look at an item, and ask the boss, "I don't sell it!" If you ask again, he says, "I don't sell it"! Then you are not welcome. People don't want to drive you away, but you can't understand it, and you can only be more embarrassed in the end.

In this case, either the shopkeeper is waiting for a customer and has an important deal to discuss. Either you have done something that broke the rules, and the boss recognized you and didn't want to do business with you.

Chen Danyang smiled, "Your hint, it's better to say if you don't understand." ”

Sun Zhongyuan just walked around like this, and generally told Chen Danyang some basic rules of the antique shop, he knew that Chen Danyang was a smart person, and he stopped at the point.

At this time, the two had already walked to a corner of the stall area, and they both noticed a stall together. The stall owner was an old man, flipping through the thread bound book in his hand, and there was no one in front of the stall.