After eating a meal, it is also a pleasure for the guests and hosts, of course, as a treat, Lao Hei is still a little distressed, after all, he still spent more than 100,000 yuan to buy a bottle of monkey wine.

But Tang Batian's words made him hide this little grievance in his heart, if he could make friends with Zhang Tianyuan for 100,000 yuan, it might not be a loss.

After eating, several people took a car to the factory where Liu Dabin was located, which had almost stopped production.

The sunshine in October is no longer as dazzling as imagined, shining on the unfinished building like the end of the world, full of miserable sadness.

A middle-aged woman with a headscarf sits on a bamboo chair, bent over, holding a lump of mud wrapped in broken porcelain pieces in one hand, and holding a small wooden stick in the other hand to shovel the dirt on it, peeling off pieces of broken porcelain. If someone came to inquire, she would tell them that it was an ancient porcelain piece that had just been dug up at a construction site, and that each small piece was priced from tens to hundreds of yuan.

On the road on both sides of the periphery of the Baijiajing antique market in Jincheng, the above-mentioned "unearthed plays" are performed one after another.

Lao Hei told Zhang Tianyuan that this is the most primitive form of Baijiajing ancient porcelain counterfeiting, and their counterfeiting technology is not high, so they can only deceive passers-by.

This place used to be a thrift market, and then it was requisitioned, saying what building to build, but in the end it was unfinished, and few people were willing to come to this place, which made it the best place to sell antique porcelain.

Liu Dabin chose to buy land to build a factory in this area, also because it was cheap and relatively remote.

And that's not all. When you enter the market, you can see it. In each porcelain stall, there are imitations of various dynasties. There are bottles of Yuan blue and white, plates fired by Ming official kilns, and bowls of the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, which can be described as exquisite. There are also some shopkeepers who will "make old" the fired porcelain vases on the spot, apply mud, glaze, and even add chemicals.

Of course, the so-called old, it is estimated that people who understand this industry know, that is the meaning of new products made into old things.

"It doesn't matter which store you go to. Don't believe that there is an 'old product' here, if someone tells you that it is an old product, then they are definitely 'killing pigs' (jargon: selling fakes). Lao Hei told Zhang Tianyuan that since the beginning of the 80th century of the last century, when the Baijiajing antique market was formed, he had come here to buy goods, and he had never seen the real product in the market.

"We do this business, we follow a principle, we inform each other. The things you buy are imitations, and if you want to buy a porcelain vase from an official kiln in the early Qing Dynasty for a thousand yuan, how can you buy it?"

However, Zhang Tianyuan didn't believe Lao Hei's words. This product is different from Tang Batian, Tang Batian rarely kills pigs, but Lao Hei is an expert here.

However, Zhang Tianyuan did not expose the old black. Let him say whatever he likes, anyway, Zhang Tianyuan didn't come for him this time. It's for Liu Dabin, as long as you can see Liu Dabin, that's fine. It doesn't matter what anyone else does.

In fact, Zhang Tianyuan guessed correctly, in the Baijiajing antique market, the phenomenon of "killing pigs" is not uncommon. At a fairly regular porcelain stall, the shopkeeper pointed to a shelf of about 150 pieces of ancient porcelain (a piece refers to a unit of measurement of porcelain) and said that this was a real "old goods", priced at 6,000 yuan.

At this time, Zhanfei was driving and walking slowly, while Zhang Tianyuan was walking on the ground with Tang Batian and Lao Hei. He had never been to this kind of place before, so it was naturally very novel, and it was still early at this time, so he was not in a hurry to see Liu Dabin, so he walked around on the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Tianyuan was unmoved, the shopkeeper opened a wooden counter below, pointed to an ancient porcelain inside, and said, This is also an old one.

"It's really Boss Zhang, just look at it, you know that it's not real?"

After walking for a while, Lao Hei said a word to Zhang Tianyuan with a smile.

Zhang Tianyuan smiled and said: "You can think and think, how can there be 'old goods'." I've seen a lot of this kind of thing, I've encountered it in Xijiang before, some shopkeepers will watch customers 'kill pigs', if they are knowledgeable, they will tell you that this is a counterfeit, if they are a layman, he will make up a story to tell you how he got a real thing, and then tempt you to buy it. ”

"I see, it seems that the so-called saying of walking thousands of miles and reading thousands of books is really true, I have seen more, even if I can't tell the difference, I can roughly guess the truth and falsehood, and I don't need to carefully identify it at all. Tang Batian said thoughtfully.

"Actually, I know something, most of the people who come to this Baijiajing antique street are second-class dealers, and they are all connoisseurs. When you look at something, you know what it is. These dealers are all truckloads to pull goods, they all know that porcelain is imitation, but they take the goods to other places and sell them as genuine goods, and the people here can't control it. Old Black laughed.

Zhang Tianyuan thought to himself, of course you know, because you are one of the second-way dealers, and you are more secretive than others, others are clearly here, you are in the black market business, and you are the master of killing, which may be even more shameless than those second-class dealers.

Of course, I thought in my heart, there are some things that can't be said easily, after all, as far as the current situation is concerned, as Zhang Tianyuan, it's better not to offend these two people.

Anyway, every day there are traders from all over the country, come to Fanjiajing antique market, buy some imitation old porcelain, if it is a small porcelain plate and porcelain bowl, the traders will use kraft paper compartment to pack, put into their own luggage bag, but if it is a large piece of porcelain, porcelain jar, or porcelain plate painting, the vendor only needs to leave the address that needs to be delivered after payment, and the shopkeeper will have a delivery channel to deliver it directly.

Even if Zhang Tianyuan can really manage Lao Hei, then he can't manage others, this kind of thing is not something that a businessman like him can manage, so many officials and masters with the salary of the state should really take care of this kind of thing.

"On average, once a week or two, I have to come to Baijiajing Antique Street, where most of the ancient porcelain eventually flows into the antique market. And these antique works may increase in price several times before entering the hands of players. ”

As he spoke, Lao Hei pointed to a porcelain plate from the Republic of China period that he had just picked up and said: "This looks like it was made of an old tire, and the old condition is very high, 400 yuan, but if you get a black and sell it, it will be sold for at least 4,000 yuan." From the production of porcelain, to the aging of finished products, to sales and delivery, and finally to the market through vendors, a complete chain of interests has been formed. ”

He is in this business, so he is naturally familiar with the Tao inside, but this guy may have drunk a little wine, and he has begun to speak at this time, although Tang Batian has given him several looks, but it is useless, and he is so angry that he scolds this old black stupid in his heart.

"Boss Tang, you don't have to worry, I, Zhang Tianyuan, am not from the government, and I'm not in the mood to take care of these idle things, I have my job and my affairs, if you worry about this thing, then don't do anything else in the future." ”

Zhang Tianyuan glanced at Tang Batian and said with a smile.

"Hehe, Boss Zhang misunderstood, I didn't mean that. ”

"It doesn't matter if you mean that or not, that place is almost there, right?" asked Zhang Tianyuan.

"It's almost there, it's about a hundred meters away. Tang Batian hurriedly said.

"Okay, let's just walk over it, I feel like I've been doing a little less exercise lately, so I have to exercise well. Zhang Tianyuan smiled, and he was not interested in the stalls on the side of the road, they were all antique porcelain, but they were still the most rudimentary, he had seen a lot of these things on the Xijiang side, and he was not interested at all.

When he got out of the car just now, Zhang Tianyuan was still thinking about whether he could pick up the treasure, but now it seems that he doesn't have that blessing.

In his opinion, the antique porcelain in the Baijiajing antique market can only be regarded as a big road goods at best, and the real top antique masters should be hidden in unknown corners. The antique porcelain they make is at least eighty percent similar to the genuine product, and the highest can be more than ninety percent, even if it is a professional identification expert, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

These people generally do not easily meet outsiders, and only familiar buyers are likely to see their works. However, because they are in a hidden place, it is not easy to develop new customers. Therefore, some imitation masters will arrange one or two informants in Baijiajing or other antique porcelain markets to find some potential buyers.

In fact, this Liu Dabin, strictly speaking, is a real imitation master. If it weren't for the relationship between Tang Batian and Lao Hei, Zhang Tianyuan was afraid that it would be difficult to see this person.

By the way, there is also the king of concealment, as well as many real folk masters in Jing~Dezhen who are unwilling to be high-profile.

This time, under the arrangement of Lao Hei and Tang Batian, Zhang Tianyuan got in touch with Liu Dabin as a buyer.

After walking for more than 100 meters, they finally came to a building that looked good.

Although it is renovated from the previous unfinished plant, it is also decent, but it is estimated that because the factory has closed down and stopped production, it seems a little deserted, and the huge place is already a group of wild grasses, and no one can find the shadow of anyone.

"How long has it been since anyone has been here?" Zhang Tianyuan couldn't help but ask.

"It didn't take long, but the weeds at this time grew crazy, and it rained for a while, which made it even worse. Old Black explained.

Zhang Tianyuan nodded, didn't ask anything more, but walked towards the factory.

"Brother Zhang, beware of snakes. Zhanfei had already parked the car in a vacant lot, and he was also quick to see that a snake in the grass was approaching Zhang Tianyuan, so he hurriedly said hello.

"It's okay, it's not poisonous, and it's not murderous. ”

Zhang Tianyuan discovered this snake earlier than Zhanfei, after all, his earthly qi is not a free gift for buying things, it is a genuine good thing, especially with the use of word searching, he can't say that it is a snake, even if a mosquito is close to him, it can be easily found. (To be continued......)