Ignoring authenticity and avoiding this question, it is estimated that it is the basic form of antique shops. If the general merchant sells something, he can't pat his chest to guarantee that this is the real thing, and the fake one pays ten.

But antique dealers never dare to say this, because both the seller and the buyer know the depth of this business. More than 99 percent of everything on the market is fake.

Some people may wonder, since there are so many fake things, why are so many people still inclined to the flames? The collection market is still so hot, and the craze for national collection has not necessarily decreased much.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it's very simple, or it's a bad word.

People have a fluke mentality, knowing that most of the antiques are fakes, but there are also real things, especially in the case of real or false leaks, which stimulates the laziness of human nature to get something for nothing.

No matter who it is, it is estimated that they dream that one day, they will buy a priceless thing at a very low price, which is equivalent to winning the super jackpot, and then become rich overnight, and from then on, they will live a life of luxury and luxury.

Don't doubt that pie in the sky is a common weakness of human beings, and there should not be many exceptions. In China, where gambling is illegal and the odds of lottery jackpots are relatively ethereal, the antique collecting industry is naturally an extension of this psychology.

In short, even if the antique market is rampant with fakes, there are still people who are willing to try their luck. For example, the Baolong diagram is one of them. Defeated again and again, defeated again and again, I feel that one day I will be favored by God and have good luck......

Under the guidance of the shopkeeper, Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu went to the room on the second floor. It is a very elegant tea room. Retro décor, tables, chairs and benches, including flooring. All are shiny wooden structures with an antique look.

"Sit down first, I'll go get something." The owner, Mari, poured two cups of tea for the customer, and then walked outside. It took a few minutes to come back and put a thick-skin cardboard box on the table.

"You brought everything?" Bao Longtu had a smile in his eyes, but he pretended to be silent and glanced at it. He continued to raise his glass to tea.

"Most of them are here." The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Little brother, let's see if you like it." ”

"The tea is good." Bao Longtu sat still and drank most of the tea in the cup. Only then did he get up slowly, pick up the contents of the cardboard box and look through them.

Out of curiosity, Fang Yuan also came over to watch the excitement. just approached, a light smell of ink. Immediately floated over. It feels pretty good.

A page rubbing, in fact, is a combination of paper and black. A good rubbing is naturally very particular about the quality of paper and ink. If you pick up the rubbings and immediately smell a pungent smell, you can basically conclude that the thing is definitely not good enough.

Even if Fang Yuan didn't know how to appreciate rubbing, he knew this basic common sense. What's more, Bao Longtu is half an expert, so he picked up a rubbing book and looked at it. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

The shopkeeper observes his face. hurriedly explained: "Little brother, this is the cicada wing extension, the Ming Dynasty's rubbing. The handwriting is not worn much, which is relatively rare. ”

Cicada wing extension, that refers to a technique of rubbing, with very thin paper dipped in light ink light extension, looking at it like a light cloud and the moon, as if it is a cicada wing, so it is called cicada wing extension.

Bao Longtu also knows some doorways, his fingers slightly rubbed the rubbing paper, and then shook his head slightly: "You said this is the rubbing of the Ming Dynasty?" I don't think it's right. You must know that the paper industry in the Ming Dynasty has been very developed, including yellow cotton paper, leather paper, red ribbed paper, Taishi paper, Lianshi paper, white cotton paper, mirror paper, etc. ”

"The paper may be thin, but it's tough and of very good quality. In particular, if you pull it a little harder, it may not be able to tear the page. After Bao Longtu commented, he said unceremoniously: "But the paper you use for rubbings has not reached this point." ”

"Oh, little brother, that's not right about you." Naturally, the shopkeeper also has a set of arguments, and there is some truth in it: "You show that the paper is tough, and I don't deny it." The problem is that the things of the Ming Dynasty have been passed down to the present, and after hundreds of years of corrosion and invasion, they have not melted and rotted and crispened, which is already very rare, how can there be many toughness......"

Bao Longtu smiled, and didn't argue with the shopkeeper, just put the rubbing book in his hand aside. Regardless of whether this rubbings are from the Ming Dynasty or not, anyway, he thinks there is a problem, so he must rule it out first.

"I don't like this ......" Bao Longtu casually made an excuse, and after excluding a rubbing, he continued to watch other things.

In this regard, no matter how helpless the shopkeeper is, it is not easy to interfere, and it is impossible to force the sale. I had to look at Bao Longtu and look for it, hoping that he would quickly choose the right thing to see.

Of course, as a qualified businessman, the shopkeeper naturally did not ignore Fang Yuan next to him, and picked up a stack of scattered rubbings in the cardboard box and handed them over: "This brother, you can also take a look at ......."

"I'll forget it, I don't understand this." Fang Yuan waved his hand and refused, but the shopkeeper forced it over, so he had to reach out and catch it and politely flipped through it.

Fang Yuan originally planned to turn it over, and then put it down, but after only turning two pages, his gaze froze slightly, but he saw a page of somewhat unusual rubbings.

Generally speaking, rubbings are mostly text, and patterns are relatively rare. Now Fang Yuan saw a page of rubbings that resembled patterns. The reason why it is similar to a pattern is mainly because the pattern on the rubbing is very blurry, and the texture seems to be chaotic, but if you look closely, you feel that there is a pattern.

Fang Yuan looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, what is this extension?" ”

"What?" The shopkeeper looked at it, then was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Little brother, this is a good thing, this is the oracle bone pattern......"

"Phew!" Bao Longtu glanced over, and after seeing the content of the rubbing, he immediately said unhappily: "I said boss, are you blind to me, don't you know what Oracle looks like?" ”

"Oh, little brother, don't be in a hurry." The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and said, "The oracle bone pattern I am talking about is not the text of the text, but the pattern of the pattern." You see, the rubbings on the paper, one by one, the lines are like tortoiseshells, and there are some vague and unclear traces......"

"In my opinion, someone must have wanted to expand the text on a piece of oracle bone, but because the craftsmanship is not up to par, only the texture of the tortoise shell has been extended, and the text is not clear, so it has become like this."

While speaking, the shopkeeper touched the page and said with some surprise: "This paper is very good, it must be an old object." ”

"Hey, no matter how old the thing is, the content is not good, and it is for nothing." Bao Longtu said casually, and what he said was also the truth.

The shopkeeper was speechless, and immediately pulled out this page of rubbing, put it on the desktop next to him, and then diverted the topic: "Little brother, this is my carelessness, I accidentally mixed it in, you don't have to care, continue to read ......"

Fang Yuan smiled and looked at it for a moment before putting down a stack of rubbings.

The shopkeeper didn't care, because at this time, Bao Longtu also fell in love with a rubbing. After some bargaining, you come and go, and the baht must be compared, until the mouth is dry, it is considered that an agreement has been reached, and the bill is settled downstairs.

"Gone, gone." After Bao Longtu paid, he greeted Fang Yuan with satisfaction.

As for the shopkeeper, he also smiled, and said enthusiastically: "Two little brothers, come often when you have time." Regular customers come to the door, there is a 20% discount......"

"If you have the chance, you'll definitely come." Bao Longtu said perfunctorily, without any sincerity.

At the time of saying goodbye, a gust of wind rolled upside down, and the fine dust on the ground swirled up, making people can't help but close their eyes and retreat, and after more than ten seconds, when the wind and waves were calm, they opened their eyes again.

"The northwest wind and sand are really big." Bao Longtu sighed.

"yes, yes." The shopkeeper thought so, and kept nodding his head in agreement: "This year is a bit strange, in previous years, there was only such weather in August and September, but this year, somehow, it was advanced...... Alas, the environment is deteriorating day by day, how can people live in the future. ”

"Emigrate!" Bao Longtu casually built yì.

"Little brother said that he laughed, haven't you heard that poverty can't be moved?" The shopkeeper is strict and mighty.

Bao Longtu blinked and sighed sincerely: "Makes sense......"

"Don't talk about it, let's go." Fang Yuan beckoned, and then he subconsciously looked up, and then saw a thin page of paper falling down slowly.

The page was close in front of him, and Fang Yuan instinctively reached out and grabbed it firmly in his hand.

"Hey, this is ......" Bao Longtu glanced at it and was very surprised: "Isn't this the rubbing of the page just now?" ”

The white lines on the black background are indeed rubbing. Fang Yuan was also a little surprised, but he thought that the shopkeeper was in a hurry to go downstairs and didn't pack up the rubbing, and as soon as the gust of wind blew just now, he rolled the rubbing out.

"Boss, your stuff." Fang Yuan handed it back.

The shopkeeper looked up and found that the window on the second floor was not closed, so he hurriedly turned around and said, "Little brother, the things will be given to you, so it can be regarded as a ride." I'll go up and see ...... first."

The owner of the rubbing shop has seen it, it is all textured, and there is no text, which is equivalent to a page of "waste paper", it is useless to keep it, and it is not distressing to send it. In contrast, he was more concerned about how much of what was blown away by the wind.

Looking at the shopkeeper's fleeing figure, Fang Yuan couldn't help but smile, and reached out to stuff the rubbing into Bao Longtu's hand: "Your head." ”

"Cut, there's no point in taking a head like this." Bao Longtu pouted, sandwiched the rubbing in the rubbing, and then beckoned: "Let's go, continue shopping." I suddenly had a hunch that I would be able to pick up a big leak today! ”

"yes, then I'll see." Fang Yuan was not salty or indifferent, and he didn't think that Bao Longtu could succeed.

"Look down on me? I'm going to surprise you today......" Bao Longtu was scrappy, high-spirited, and full of ambition, but a few hours later, he was struck by the cruel reality. (To be continued......)