Suddenly, the two of them pretended to play a psychological war, and then went separately.

However, when he went up to the second floor, Wang Guan understood what the garbage in Yu Feibai's mouth meant. Most of the things on display on the second floor are old household utensils, old books and periodicals.

This kind of thing, most of them are items from the seventies and eighties, although they can be collected, and there is room for appreciation. But at least for now, the value will certainly not be very high. If you buy it, you will definitely lose.

Therefore, Wang Guan swept all the way, and finally saw a storefront, which sold calligraphy and paintings, and then walked in.

The store of the calligraphy and painting shop is not very large, so the calligraphy and pictures placed are not very particular. On the three walls, several large paintings and calligraphy were hung, and the others were rolled into scrolls and rested in the sudden situation of Chapter 164 of the big baskets.

Touching the paper and looking at the ink, Wang Guan knew that the calligraphy and painting works hanging on the wall were not real, and some were simply copies directly printed and dyed. This kind of thing, in fact, is similar to a wall calendar, as long as the machine is turned on, you can print as much as you want.

Wang Guan shook his head secretly, and in the basket, he randomly selected a few scrolls, unfolded them, and found that the things were similar to those hanging on the wall, and the goods along the way.

At this time, Wang Guan was disappointed, put down his things, turned around and left. However, when he went out, he didn't pay attention to it, and his toes touched the basket at the door, which made him almost fall on his head.

Finally stabilized his body, Wang Guan looked back and found that the basket at the door had also fallen down, and the contents were scattered on the ground.

"Boss, I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Wang Guan hurriedly apologized, bent down to straighten the basket, and put back the fans scattered on the ground.

"It's fine."

Seeing that the things were not broken, in line with the concept of being kind to others and making money with kindness, the shopkeeper was not angry, but squatted down anyway to help pick up fans.

Then. Wang Guan put the things back in three or two clicks and picked up the last folding fan. The slight weight of the fan made his heart move, and he was not in a hurry to leave, but gently pulled the folding fan Chapter 164 to the sudden situation, and then gently staggered it to look at the fan.

Wang Guan looked carefully and found that the fan bone of this folding fan was wooden. But the fan is silk. Moreover, on the silk fan, a gorgeous peach blossom is also painted. The bright peach blossoms, and then the branches and leaves are slightly lined with ink, showing a scorching and moving appearance, which is very beautiful and refined.

Wang Guan looked at it for a moment, then immediately raised his head and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this fan?" ”

"This fan is not cheap." At this point, the shopkeeper took a look at the fan. immediately said: "This is the peach blossom fan of Qin Huai Bayan Li Xiangjun in the late Ming Dynasty, and the price may be a little expensive." ”

"Boss, don't tease."

Wang Guan smiled lightly: "If." A peach blossom is painted on the fan surface, which is a peach blossom fan. So I'll take a piece of rice paper and draw an ink shrimp, which is Qi Baishi's shrimp fun picture. ”

"I'm telling the truth." The shopkeeper continued to emphasize: "Look at this silk fan, this peach blossom ......"

"Somebody has to believe it." Wang Guan waved his hand and interrupted: "Boss, no kidding, give me a real price." I knocked over your stuff and couldn't get away with it. And I saw that this fan was good, so I planned to buy it. If you continue to flicker and the lion opens his mouth, then I'm gone. ”

"That's the number."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he quickly stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty?" Wang Guan immediately frowned and said, "It's a little more expensive." For an ordinary fan, five dollars is fine. Your fan, although it is silk noodles, the cost is high, but it will not cost fifty yuan. ”

"Not fifty. It's five hundred. The shopkeeper hurriedly corrected it, in fact, he wanted to open five thousand, but he felt that Wang Guan did not look like a big money, so he took the initiative to divide the price by ten.

"Five hundred, grab money!" Wang Guan's voice suddenly became higher, as if he was startled, hurriedly closed the fan, put it back in the basket, and then stood up. There is a big disagreement and the meaning of leaving immediately.

"Little brother, I'm not killing you."

Seeing this, the shopkeeper stretched out his hand to stop it and explained: "When I bought this fan, people sold it to me at this price, and now I am selling it at cost price, and I don't make any money for you." ”

"Okay, I'll give you five hundred."

Wang nodded, and after seeing the joy on the shopkeeper's face, he immediately changed his words, pointed to a basket of fans, and said, "However, all these things belong to me." ”

"How can this be?" Of course, the shopkeeper shook his head, but he was muttering in his heart, how could Wang Guan guess so accurately, this basket of fans was collected by himself for five hundred yuan.

"Boss, be kind."

Wang Guan used Trump to say a famous sentence before chuckling and said: "You casually quote a sky-high price, how can I pay back." ”

"And how much do you say is appropriate?" The shopkeeper said with a sad face: "Anyway, fifty yuan will definitely not work." ”

"The sixty." Wang Guan smiled and added ten yuan.

"If you add more, I'll give it to you." The shopkeeper sighed and said, "Alas, who told me to open the door today until now, I haven't made a single deal." For the sake of a good omen, I would rather lose my money and make your deal. ”

"That's eighty dollars." Wang Guan handed out a red ticket, and also frowned: "The rest of the money is just enough for me to take the car back." ”

"Cheng, here you go."

The shopkeeper took a hundred yuan, and then took out two pieces of ten yuan out of his pocket to supplement Wang Guan, and the business was completed.

"Thank you, boss." Wang Guan nodded with satisfaction, took the money, took out the fan, gently unfolded the fan, and then shook it and continued to walk towards the next store.

As for losing money and taking a good omen, there is no need to listen to it at all.

Although it is said that everyone who is engaged in the antique business is like Gao Dequan and Lei Yunzhang, who are themselves experienced experts, and rarely look away.

However, since the store has been opened, the owner is not stupid, and he will definitely not do a business that loses money. Even if they don't know what something is and how much it's worth. Anyway, when they sell something to someone else, they have already made a certain difference.

Therefore, this kind of leaky view of the king is at ease, and there is no psychological burden at all.

At this time, Wang Guan felt that he had bought a good thing, and his mood was much lighter. The competition to be held, even if you can't win steadily, at least you won't lose humiliatingly.

Therefore, Wang Guan was not in a hurry, and slowly wandered around the second floor, and when he saw which shop was pleasing to the eye, he went in and took a turn. Unfortunately, those things are not as good as they could be.

Of course, after walking through more than a dozen shops, Wang Guan also found some good things. However, when asking the price, the price quoted by the shopkeeper exceeded the limit of 5,000 yuan, and he couldn't talk about it, so Wang Guan could only regret leaving.

Soon, Wang Guan finished all the shops on the second floor, and the only harvest was the folding fan in his hand. I don't know what Yu Feibai's harvest is, Wang Guan secretly wondered, and felt that he was more likely to lose this time.

After looking at the time, there was still half an hour, Wang Guan was thinking about going down, going to a few shops on the first floor, and buying one or two things, the things he had just fancied. However, at this moment, a suspicious and sneaky person walked up to him and whispered, "Brother, I have some antiques, do you want to take a look?" ”

"Huh?"

Wang Guan was stunned for a moment, and carefully looked at the person in front of him, who was about thirty years old, with a public face and short hair. The upper body is wearing a somewhat shabby and bloated cotton jacket, but the lower body is wearing a suit and a pair of shiny leather shoes, giving people an abrupt feeling.

Wang Guan groaned and asked, "Where to look?" ”

"Follow me." The man was overjoyed, hurried to the corner, turned around and beckoned, "...... here"

Although Wang Guan was a little strange, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and walked over.

In the corner, there are three walls blocking it, just avoiding the sight of most people. After seeing Wang Guan coming, the man gently unbuttoned the long padded jacket, only to see that the inside had been modified, and there were pockets sewn from top to bottom.

Most of these pockets contain things, and they are small and delicate things. There are ancient jade, coins, walnuts, small cups, small plates, gold and silver jewelry, and other objects.

Anyway, as long as it can fit in a pocket, it's all stuffed in. No wonder, the man looked so bloated.

However, what Wang Guan admired the most was that these things were hanging on his body, not to mention dozens of catties, but the man did not see any tiredness, not even half a drop of sweat.

"There are so many things, can't you set up a stall, why hang on your body, don't you get tired?" Wang Guan said strangely.

"Brother, I won't tell you."

The man hesitated for a moment, and then said mysteriously: "Most of my things can't see the light, and it's really not good to put them out openly." ”

"Oh......"

When Wang Guan heard this, his first reaction was that this person was a tomb robber, or a street runner who sold stolen goods for others. If you really meet such a person, then what he has on him must be good. Moreover, it can be used to lower the price and buy it cheaply.

"Brother, you can look at whatever you want." At the same time, the man also revealed his shortcoming: "If you fancy something, I don't dare to ask you for more money, you can just take advantage of your hardship." ”

Wang nodded, his eyes wandered, and suddenly felt that a small cup seemed to be good, and immediately reached out and took it out. However, just as he raised his small cup and was about to take a closer look, several people suddenly rushed behind him.

"Click!"

In an instant, the flash light lit up, and then a handcuff with silver light was buckled on Wang Guan's wrist.

"You, suspected of buying unearthed cultural relics, violated relevant laws and regulations, please come with us."

At the right time, among the few people who rushed over, there was a person with a camera, and he continued to take pictures with a click.

"What's going on?"

At this time, Wang Guan was a little hesitant and at a loss. Then, without waiting for him to react, several people pushed and pulled him as if they were escorting a prisoner, and twisted him down the first floor.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

In an instant, upstairs and downstairs were crowded with people watching the excitement.

"Let's give up, let ......"

While evacuating the crowd, several pushed Wang Guan out of the antique market.

At this time, in front of the door, a large official car was parked. The door was open, and inside sat a man who was also locked in handcuffs.

When Wang Guan saw it, he was anxious and immediately calmed down. (To be continued)RQ!!