Sun Zhongyuan glanced at him casually, "No, you may have recognized the wrong person!"

Xiang Dinghong nodded, he was thinking about the dzi that had just arrived, and he glanced at Sun Zhongyuan again, but turned around and left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until he walked out of Pan's homeland that he suddenly remembered that this person was like Sun Zhongyuan!

Because he wanted to investigate Sun Zhongyuan, he sent people and collected some information at the same time. Among them, on the official website of Xingchen Auction House, there are photos of auctioneers and salesmen, and Sun Zhongyuan is in the list of personnel in the porcelain department!

Combined with this age and love for antiques, it's almost inseparable. Thinking of this, Xiang Dinghong immediately took out the phone and dialed out, "Have you started to check? First find out where Sun Zhongyuan is now? Did you leave Nancheng and come to Yanjing?"

After Xiang Dinghong left, the stall owner said to Sun Zhongyuan, "Look at it, I am really pure, but this is a big customer, an old buyer." If you really want the purest, leave a phone number, give a deposit, I found a contact with you!"

Sun Zhongyuan smiled, "I can't afford it." With that, he left the stall slowly.

"I can't afford to pretend to be anything!" the stall owner scolded Sun Zhongyuan's back in a low voice.

It takes some patience to go to the stall, and the reason why Sun Zhongyuan occasionally picks up an item to look at is also to not find something desirable for a long time, so as not to be bored.

As he walked, Sun Zhongyuan found an iron sword in a bronze stall.

Bronzes are more special in antique projects, in the early years, they were not taken seriously, there was no exclusive category, and they were classified as miscellaneous, and they have only risen to prominence in recent years.

However, there is still a problem, that is, there are too few bronze things handed down, and most of the real things are raw pits, that is, newly unearthed, which are not allowed to be bought and sold.

In the antique market, most of the bronzes are actually modern imitations, and those real things are still circulated in private.

This stall, no exception, is basically "made by Yanjian", Yanjian is a village in the Central Plains, famous for making "bronze handicrafts".

On such a stall, an iron sword appeared, which was quite abrupt, so Sun Zhongyuan found it at a glance.

The whole sword is more than 80 centimeters long, the sword body is straight ruler-shaped, the width is basically not excessive, and the top and bottom are the same. The sword body has a protrusion of the sword spine, and the sword grid is relatively wide. Probably because of the age, the decoration on the hilt of the sword is gone, and it is bare.

It is said to be an iron sword, but strictly speaking, it should be iron. Iron iron is a kind of steel in ancient times, and when pig iron is repeatedly heated and forged, it loses the brittleness of pig iron and becomes full of toughness. Quenching and tempering are actually the so-called 100 refining into steel.

Of course, what attracted Sun Zhongyuan was not the material of this iron sword, but the floating black and bright treasure light! And from the perspective of structure, this should be a product of the Tang Dynasty!

Sun Zhongyuan squatted down, pointed to the sword, and said to the stall owner, "Brother, you played with this sword yourself?"

"Hehe, you're really joking, this is an old thing!" The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a shrewd face, he suddenly saw through what Sun Zhongyuan meant, saying that he was playing by himself, and the subtext was that there was no year.

"I think it's pretty sharp, how much can I get out?" asked Sun Zhongyuan.

"You take a closer look, look at it and talk about it, this weapon-like thing, you can't negotiate if you don't know how to do it. "The stall owner is quite able to tone up.

Sun Zhongyuan smiled and picked up the iron sword, which was quite heavy to start.

From the tip of the sword to the tail of the sword, Sun Zhongyuan carefully examined it, and it was really well preserved, except that the decoration on the hilt of the sword was gone.

"Originally, I wanted to buy it for fun, but I didn't expect it to be so heavy. Sun Zhongyuan swept his iron sword and said to the stall owner.

At this moment, on the body of the sword, there was a sudden flash of criss-crossing light and shadow! Just like this sword danced! Overlapping and unpredictable!

Eventually, a long light and shadow suddenly rose into the sky and went straight into the sky!

These lights and shadows immediately flashed into Sun Zhongyuan's eyebrows!

Sun Zhongyuan was taken aback! This is the second time he has absorbed similar light and shadow! The first time is a chess game of ten games of blood and tears!

This time, could it be a sword move?

Moreover, after these lights and shadows entered the center of his eyebrows, Sun Zhongyuan suddenly felt that this sword was not so heavy, and he had the urge to play it! Of course, he could still hold back this.

The stall owner saw that Sun Zhongyuan was in a trance, and thought that he was hesitating whether to buy it, so he smiled, "Actually, this sword, turn around and decorate the hilt with some good wood, it is better to inlay some jade, and with a good scabbard, even if you don't play, it is quite comfortable to hang." ”

"Okay, that's a good suggestion. Can you make the lowest price now?" Sun Zhongyuan came back to his senses.

The stall owner thought for a moment and stretched out a finger, "Make it up, this number is the lowest!"

"A hundred?" Sun Zhongyuan deliberately said low.

"You're really joking, I've already crushed 10,000 yuan and said it low!" The stall owner was not angry, and the buyer bargained lower, which is not a bad thing. The price can be negotiated, as long as you want to buy it.

"It's too expensive, it's not a bronze sword that's old enough, it's not a famous sword with a complete set, it's just a bare iron sword. Sun Zhongyuan replied.

"If it's Mo Xie, I don't have it here! If the supporting facilities are complete, I will send them directly to the antique shop! This gentleman, although the year is not old, it is not new! At least it can reach Ming!"

As soon as he heard this person talk about Ming, Sun Zhongyuan was relieved. The swords of the Ming and Qing dynasties have been handed down relatively more. Tang Jian, that's a lot less! And even if the iron has a certain degree of corrosion resistance, it is not easy to maintain this appearance for more than a thousand years!

This sword, even if you can't see the origin clearly, it is not difficult to shoot it as an ordinary Tang Dynasty iron sword, and it is not difficult to shoot more than 100,000. If you meet a player who specializes in ancient cold weapons, you may even be able to sell it for a lot of money.

"Well, a hundred is a little less, how about a thousand? I'll double it tenfold at once, it's sincere enough!" Sun Zhongyuan continued.

"If you bargain for one piece at the beginning, and now say a hundred, or a hundred!" the stall owner reached out and took out a cigarette and lit one, "If you really like it, I'll let you make two thousand, eight thousand!"

"I said, I'm going to buy it back, like you said, I have to spend money to repair the package, which is a lot of money, and it's cheaper. ”

This bargaining, in the antique stall, is not only a technique, but also a kind of fun, and it really has little to do with whether the buyer has money or not.

The stall owner shook his head, "No, no, eight thousand is the lowest." ”

Sun Zhongyuan put down his sword and slowly got up. I can only play again and want to catch it, although it may not be easy to make, but the attitude of the stall owner is not very good to reduce the price, the big deal is that the stall owner does not call him, and the eight thousand are taken.