Ninghua City, located in the southeast coast of China, belongs to Guangzhao Province, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side, with beautiful environment and convenient transportation, since the reform and opening up, the economy has developed rapidly, and it has become a world-famous metropolis in just a few decades.

Dongning District is one of the four major districts of Ninghua City, belonging to the old city, with the development of Tianming District as a financial center and slowly "declined", the former prosperity has long been blown away by the rain and wind, and the only thing left is dilapidated and old.

At night, in the middle of the night, a neighborhood built in the eighties was pitch black with few lights in sight.

"Smack!"

Jiang Hua sat up, fumbled to turn on the light, rubbed his eyes, got dressed and walked into the bathroom.

Zhao Qin listened to the sound, thought about it and sat up, during this time she always felt that Jiang Hua was not quite right.

"Out at this time?"

Listening to the sound coming from inside, Jiang Hua shook his head helplessly, he had already tried his best to take his hands and feet as lightly as possible, and still woke up Zhao Qin.

"Mom, I have to go out and see if I can find any good things, there aren't many things sold in the store. ”

"Okay, be careful, then. ”

"Don't worry, it's okay, I'm leaving. ”

Zhao Qin listened to the sound of the door locking, hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand and pushed her wife who was lying beside her, and said, "Old man, do you feel ...... Hua'er is a little different from before?"

"Yes...... What's different? I think it's the same ......."

Jiang Tieshan turned over, his face was facing inward, and he stretched out his feet and wanted to continue sleeping.

Zhao Qin's eyes widened, and her foot kicked directly on Jiang Tieshan's body, "You know how to sleep all day long, be serious, I'll tell you about your son, don't want to sleep if you don't make this matter clear." ”

Jiang Tieshan sat up helplessly, reached out and picked up reading glasses from the table next to him and put them on, "Okay, okay, you say, what's wrong with your baby pimple son?"

"No problem? It's a big problem! Jiang Hua has been going out at this point lately, saying that he is buying goods for the store, but how can anyone do business at this time?"

Jiang Tieshan laughed when he heard this, shook his head, and said, "What's so strange about this? Jiang Hua is going to the ghost market to look for things, don't you go early?"

"Ahh

Zhao Qin was startled, "Ghost ...... City?"

Jiang Tieshan patted his forehead, knowing that his words scared Zhao Qin, and hurriedly said, "That's the name in the antique circle, it's actually a morning market that sells antiques...... On the street of Jianghua's shop, someone came out to set up a stall at four o'clock in the morning, and I went to see it. ”

As soon as Zhao Qin heard that Jiang Tieshan had seen it, her heart immediately let go of half of it, but she still frowned and said, "Old man, I still think things are wrong." After Jiang Hua fell ill, he became much more diligent, not only did he go to the ghost market you mentioned every day, but he also stayed in the shop until late, how could this be like him? ”

"You...... This...... Could it be that your son is still wrong to be diligent? Come on, it's not early, let's sleep, let's sleep......"

Jiang Tieshan couldn't cry or laugh, he nagged for a long time that this was the case, shook his head and lay down, and casually covered the quilt on his head......

"Old man...... You said...... Alas...... This...... Why do I always feel different from before?"

Zhao Qin listened to Jiang Tieshan's snoring, raised her hand and just wanted to shoot and retract it, but she couldn't sleep.

Jiang Hua went out and couldn't help but shiver, the southern day in early autumn was fine, but it was still a little cold in the early morning.

"Whew!"

After rubbing it a few times, he took a hot breath into his palm, and Jiang Hua walked forward with a touch of darkness. This is the staff community built in the eighties, the greening or anything has nothing to say, the only problem is that there is no street lamp, the whole community is also at the door of the place to light a few lights, just into the night will be fine, the light from every house can still illuminate the road, more than two o'clock in the morning have slept, there are few lights on, the whole community is dark everywhere.

Out of the community, Jiang Hua continued to walk forward, and waited for a taxi on the side of the road after a while.

"Master, Dongcheng Street. ”

Jiang Hua got into the car, took out his mobile phone after saying the place, but after a few plays, he stuffed it back into his pocket, and looked out of the car window in a daze.

He was originally the chief restoration expert in the National Museum of China, fainted while repairing an ancient statue a few days ago, and when he woke up, he found that his soul had traveled to another world, occupying the body of a person also named Jiang Hua and becoming the owner of a small antique shop.

There is no problem in adapting to the new life here, according to the memories left by the previous Jiang Hua, this world is no different from the world that used to be, Huaxia is still the Huaxia that builds a comprehensive well-off society, and Lao Mei is still the old beauty who always feels that she is the boss. It's no problem to go from an antique restoration expert to an antique shop owner – it's all antiques, isn't it?

The only thing that gave Jiang Hua a little headache was his parents in this world, to be precise, Zhao Qin, who knew his son Mo Ruomu, he believed that Zhao Qin had already felt something wrong.

If you occupy someone else's body, you have to provide for the elderly and let the elderly live a good life, this thing is not difficult, with the ability to be a restoration expert, the stall in the antique circle is clear, just toss hard, can't you tell Zhao Qin that her real son has been gone, right?

These days, I got up early to go to the ghost market and stayed in the store until late at night before going home, one is to run the store well, after all, this is the root of my life in the new world, and the other is to avoid Zhao Qin.

"Hey!"

Jiang Hua sighed and shook his head gently, he didn't have any good way to do this situation now, he could only hope that as time passed, Zhao Qin would get used to it.

Dongcheng Street is a small street less than 300 meters in Dongning District, and the road is lined with two-storey shops, all of which sell antiques.

The China of this world is the same as the China of the previous life, the economy has developed rapidly after opening up, and the rich have been like weeds after the spring rain for decades, one after another.

Antiques in the troubled times, there are many rich people, and there are many people who play antiques, porcelain vases, bronze tripods, tooth horns, bamboo and wood, which home or office does not put a few pieces, are embarrassed to say that they are rich?

Naturally, the business of Dongcheng Street is getting more and more popular day by day, and it is crowded all day long - not to mention during the day, and it is also very lively in the early hours of the morning.

The ghost market is a "morning market" for antiques, which usually starts at three or four o'clock in the morning. At this time, the sky is not yet bright, and people are buying and selling things in the dark, and their faces are not real, and they are not walking around like ghosts to pick up things, and this is how the name of the ghost market is called.

Jiang Hua got out of the taxi, bought two large vegetable buns and a carton of milk at the breakfast stall on the street, and walked forward while nibbling and drinking, scanning the stall that had been set up with a knife in his eyes to see if there was anything good.

Antiques in antique shops generally have three sources, one for two for three.

Collecting, that is, buying antiques from others, "bag customers" who can't afford to open a store, or a loser who has passed down good things from their ancestors, may have good things, and when the price is suitable, they will accept it and sell it in the store.

In exchange, it is to exchange with other people who play antiques, and this kind of often has to add an additional head to make up some money or something.

Tao is to find things in other people's stalls, and the ghost market is such a place.

After finding that he couldn't go back, Jiang Hua took a good inventory of the things in the store, and found that there were few good things, and there was no other channel for a while, and the only hope was the ghost market - he came here to hang out these days.

"This ...... It seems that no matter what world you are in, there are no good things in the ghost market, so you can count on picking up the leaks?

Jiang Hua put down a Guanyin bottle and stood up disappointed.

In the original world, the sellers in the ghost market dozens of years ago were mostly old-time dignitaries who fell into the middle of the road, idle "fallen masters", farmers who exchanged money to make ends meet, and even tomb robbers, all of whom had more or less good things in their hands.

After the popularity of collecting, the ghost market has changed its taste, and the stalls are all professional antique businessmen, and most of the things on the stalls are "wholesale", and there are very few really good things.

Jiang Hua originally thought that the ghost market in this world would be a little different, but in the past few days, he found that there was no difference at all, and it was more difficult to find good things than to climb to the sky.

After turning around twice, Jiang Hua became more and more disappointed, and when he saw that the sun had risen as high as a bamboo pole, he simply gave up and didn't look for it.

"This light...... It's a big flash, and it seems like a good thing. ”

Jiang Hua squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the stalls around him, and when he just turned around, he felt a glimmer of light pierce into his eyes.

Antiques are old objects, many years of inheritance often have treasure light, this is not a trick, but the real existence, texture, workmanship, plus many years of play and the like, can form a special luster, play antiques veterans eyes are bright, a dozen sun, every ten or twenty meters to find good things is not surprising.

Jiang Hua walked back and forth several times, and finally determined that the light that he glanced at came from the stall five or six meters in front of him.

"Ha! Boss, come and see, it's not bragging, what I have in my stall is definitely good things, for example, this Qianlong Kowloon pastel amphora, now this thing is impossible to buy without 10 million yuan, you can get it and take a look." ”

Niu Zhi saw Jiang Hua squatting down in front of his stall, his mouth open, and a string of familiar words spewed out like a cannon.

The veterans of the stalls in the ghost market are all this virtue, and this is also their ability to mix and eat.

Jiang Hua ignored what Niu Zhi said, and pulled out something from a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner of the stall.

"Jade Dragon...... Red Mountain Jade Dragon?...... Isn't this supposed to be in the British Empire Museum? Why is it here?"

Jiang Hua showed a puzzled expression on his face, and subconsciously turned his hands back and forth to play with the jade dragon.

"Boss, do you want this jade dragon?"

Jiang Hua was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he was distracted just now, and looked at the jade dragon in his hand, he decided to buy it.

"How much?"

Niu Zhi raised his palm, shook it, and said, "It's not expensive, fifty thousand yuan, as long as fifty thousand yuan, you can take this jade dragon away." ”

"Smack!"

Jiang Hua let go of his hand, threw the jade dragon back to the stall, stood up and raised his feet and left.

Niu Zhi was startled, and hurriedly reached out to grab Jiang Hua and said, "This ...... Boss, if you want it, you can pay back the price, pay back the price. ”

"There is a place called 'Bao Rong Zhai' on this Dongcheng Street, that's my shop, do you think I will pay 50,000 yuan to buy this jade dragon? 50,000 yuan of things will you put together with this pile of broken copper coins that bite out the patina with acid?"

Of course, Jiang Hua didn't really want to leave, Niu Zhi pulled him to stop, and immediately put an expression on his face, "You are treating Lao Tzu as a wronged boss, Lao Tzu is very angry".

"Hehehe. ”

Niu Zhi laughed a little unnaturally, rubbed his hands, and said, "It turned out to be a peer, it turned out to be a peer, so ...... So, do you pay a price?"

Jiang Hua thought for a while and said, "This jade dragon is not very good at planting water or carving, the only good thing is that it has a simple energy, so let's do it, I will pay 5,000 yuan." ”

"This ...... Boss, five thousand is a little less ......"

Niu Zhi's face suddenly became a bitter gourd, and Jiang Hua killed too hard at this price.

"Eight thousand. ”

Jiang Hua's right thumb and index finger were crossed, and the remaining three fingers shrank up and gestured downward, "Everyone is mixed in this business, how much is this jade dragon worth, my heart is like a mirror, if you are willing, you will pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other, and if you don't want to, you will pull it down." ”

From this point of view, the Hongshan Jade Dragon is not worth anything, its value is mainly in cultural archaeology, Jiang Hua believes that the other party does not know this at all, otherwise he will not put this jade dragon and a bunch of miscellaneous pieces together, and he will definitely be able to collect it for 8,000 yuan.

Sure enough, Niu Zhi only hesitated for a while before agreeing.

After paying, Jiang Hua put the jade dragon in his pocket, turned around and walked towards his shop.