Chapter 13: Happy Encounter

Sima Liang carried a black leather bag, stood in front of a large stone tablet on the side of the road, and looked at the three words engraved on it: "Antique Street, this is the most famous antique market in the provincial capital?" ”

Looking to the right along the stele, a wide street is full of people. Everywhere you look, there are stalls with stitches, and some people are holding porcelain, calligraphy and paintings and other antiques in their hands to discuss with the stall owners. The streets are lined with antique antique shops, and there is no end in sight to the winding streets.

Sima Liang followed the crowd and walked inside, and at the same time asked the instructor in his heart: "There are so many shops and stalls in the detection range, but why is the 3D image not displayed?" According to my understanding, as long as the antiques are real, they should be shown, am I misunderstood or are these fake? ”

"It's that you misunderstand the function of the system, even if it's a real antique, but it's selling for too high. There's no profit in buying it, what's the use of that. To put it simply, if there is no profit of more than 50%, the fortune system will not show it. ”

"I see, if you don't make a profit, you can't get rich, and if you can't make a fortune, you won't show it, and now I understand."

Sima Liang walked all the way like this, without looking around with the curiosity of ordinary tourists, nor did he stop to bargain with the stall owners. Instead, he kept moving forward, as if the antiques around him couldn't attract him.

"Today's merchants really eat people without spitting out bones, and after walking for so long, there is not a single antique that has caused the system to react."

I was sighing, and suddenly the 3D image was displayed. Sima Liang hurriedly walked forward, and soon came to the place. It's a roadside stall with hundreds of antiques on a sheet of plastic sheeting. There are porcelain, bronze, calligraphy and paintings, and other miscellaneous items, which are no different from other stall owners.

It was full of people watching, but only a few crouched down to choose. The stall owner is foaming at the mouth and introducing his own things, although there are many and miscellaneous objects, but the effect does not seem to be very good, they all look at it a few times and shake their heads and get up and leave.

What attracted the attention of the system was a statue of the God of Wealth, which, judging by its size and pitch-black surface, looked as if it had been taken down from a shrine in the house. However, the 3D image is not so simple, Sima Liangtong Guò image knows that there is a good fortune in this statue of the God of Wealth.

Inside the clay statue, there is a huge night pearl tightly wrapped, without a single gap. It's like wrapping the night pearl first, and then carving the clay into a statue of the god of wealth. In this way, unless there is a clairvoyant eye, no one can expect to find something strange.

Sima Liang did not pretend to be a veteran like others, so that the stall owner did not know his goal. Instead, he looked like a tourist, and directly picked up the statue of the God of Wealth. His face was full of excitement, as if he had found a great treasure.

"Handsome guy, have you taken a fancy to this? Good eyesight, let me tell you, this is an old object I collected from the countryside, and it must be more than a hundred years old....... ”

The stall owner saw that business was coming again, and he hurriedly came over to greet him. When looking at the introduction of objects, what is said is some unrealistic exaggeration. Sima Liang didn't mean to continue listening, and directly asked the price.

"How much is the boss?"

The stall owner looked Sima Liang up and down, and his eyes rolled: "Seeing the handsome guy so refreshing, I won't talk nonsense." The price is 50,000 yuan, which is an authentic price. ”

"50,000? It's too expensive, it's not a real price. This statue of the god of wealth is made of clay, not precious wood or bronze. I've also seen it for a little bit of a year, and I can take it home and show it off. ”

Sima Liang's eyes showed undisguised joy, but his face deliberately pretended to be disgusted, full of new watches.

The stall owner smiled secretly in his heart, and he looked like a newcomer. obviously likes it very much, but he still has to pretend to be disgusted: "It's not expensive at all, after this object is collected." I specially asked the shopkeeper of the ancient residence to pass by, and his old man's evaluation was quite high. You look at the workmanship, this quality, and then look at the color on this, they are all the best choice. If it weren't for mud tires, the price would be more than ten times higher. ”

"The overall look is really good, but the price is still a little expensive, how about 30,000? If not, forget it. Sima Liang put down the statue of the God of Wealth, suggesting that the boss couldn't accept the price of 30,000 yuan, and he would leave immediately.

"Okay, okay, 30,000 is transferred to you. The handsome guy is really an expert, so I don't have any profit margin at all. ”

While complaining, the stall owner quickly made a box to wrap the statue of the God of Wealth. However, judging from his appearance, it is not that he said that there is no profit, on the contrary, the profit is large.

However, the stall owner has no intention of continuing to raise prices, and everyone who does this business knows it. It's a joy and a frustration to meet a newbie, and they often don't have something they have to buy. They all ask the price when they see something good-looking, sell it if they think the price is right, and leave if it is not suitable, and they won't waste too much time negotiating the price.

Seeing the stall owner wrapping the statue of the God of Wealth, Sima Liang opened the black leather bag. It contained the 200,000 yuan that I had just withdrawn from the bank next to the antique street, and I took out 3 centals and handed it over. The stall owner holds the God of Wealth in his left hand like receiving money with his right hand, and his movements are as natural as flowing water.

While counting the money, the stall owner beckoned Sima Liang to look at the other antiques on the stall: "Handsome guy, take a look at the others, I have these are all old objects, and I promise to give you the lowest price." ”

"No, I think that's enough."

Sima Liang raised the box in his hand, since the good things were gone, there was no need to waste time, so he got up and went to visit other places. But he's been walking half a street, and the system hasn't responded at all.

In this era of collecting craze, everyone has begun to pursue art frantically. It seems that in addition to the kind of objects that have been carefully hidden by the predecessors, the conspicuous old objects have been inflated to the top by people who have lost their minds.

At this time, Sima Liang didn't have the urgency to pick up the leak again, and the system would show it anyway when the opportunity came. It was better to relax and relax, so he began to look around the stalls, and occasionally wandered around the nearby antique shop.

Just as he turned to come out of an antique shop, he saw a familiar figure in the antique shop opposite.

"Well, why is she in there?"

Sima Liang muttered to himself happily, looked up at the signboard, and the words 'Wei Guju' were in the middle. He walked briskly through the streets, fearing that if he slowed down, he would lose sight of the other party.

"Hi, Dongfang Yuwei, I didn't expect to see you here, are you also here to visit the antique street?"

When Sima Liang entered the Wei Ancient Residence, he saw that Dongfang Yuwei was still inside, but now she was sitting on the sofa chatting with an old man. Sima Liang didn't think much about it, so he opened his mouth to say hello.

Dongfang Yuwei was listening to the shopkeeper's report on the details of last month's transaction, but she didn't expect a familiar voice to come, and she couldn't help but look in the direction where the voice came: "Ah! Mr. Sima. I'm not here to visit, this antique shop is my family's property, come, please take a seat. Then he said to the shopkeeper next to him: "Uncle Gu, that's it, just trouble you to give me the bill later." ”

The ancient shopkeeper nodded, then got up and went to the back room to get the account book. Sima Liang sat down across from her and placed the box and bag on the coffee table in front of her.

took the tea brought by Dongfang Yuwei: "Thank you." Judging from Manager Cai's attitude towards you yesterday, I thought your family was engaged in the financial field. I didn't expect your family to have an industry here, I don't know if you are familiar with antiques? ”

Dongfang Yuwei blinked, and gently brushed her hair behind her ears with her hand: "Hehe, doing finance is my hobby, and I'm not familiar with antiques, so I'm here today to get last month's bill." Meimu glanced at the things on the coffee table: "What, Mr. Sima bought an antique?" ”

Sima Liang looked at Dongfang Yuwei's inadvertent hair, and his heart jumped. Looking at it from this angle, I just saw a white neck appearing. Looking at the direction of Mime's movement, it is the box containing the statue of the God of Wealth.

Sima Liang hurriedly offered treasure and opened the box: "This is a statue of the God of Wealth that I just bought at a roadside stall, and I got it for 30,000 yuan." I didn't know about antiques, but I liked it and bought it. Or you can take a look, and if you like it, I will give it to you. ”

"You don't need to give it to me, but I can show you it. First of all, I'm just an amateur. Although Dongfang Yuwei said amateurish, her action of holding the statue of the God of Wealth was not like an amateur. In fact, she is qualified, and she is the kind of expert who is recognized by the auction house for opening a certificate.

Sima Liang's whole mind was on her, and as soon as he saw her expression, he knew that she was just modest. However, he didn't say that there was anything in it, and he was going to wait to surprise Dongfang Yuwei.

"Even if it's an amateur, it's better than me, I just don't know anything. I bought it when I saw that I liked it, and people like me are not stupid and have a lot of money. ”

"I don't think you're stupid, it's true that you have a lot of money. However, your thing, the workmanship and appearance are all of the top quality, but the materials are poor. It shouldn't be, judging from such exquisite workmanship, at least the rich can afford it, it's strange. ”

While the two were chatting, a voice came from the door: "Yuwei, why are you here." ”

"Hey, Zhao Jinpeng, don't pretend to be surprised, as if you don't know my sister is here."

At this time, Dongfang Yuwei looked at the door and frowned slightly: "Dongfang Long, what are you bringing Zhao Jinpeng here for." If you do this again, I'll ask Dad to stop your credit card. ”

Sima Liang turned to look at the door, just in time to see two people stepping into the antique shop. When he saw the two of them sitting down on the sofa on Dongfang Yuwei's side, Sima Liangliang felt a little uncomfortable. He looked at Dongfang Yuwei, and there was an inquiring look in it.

As if she understood Sima Liang's meaning, Dongfang Yuwei pointed to a handsome young man who was tall and somewhat similar to her sitting next to her and said, "Mr. Sima, this is my younger brother Dongfang Long, he is a big man." This one is Zhao Jinpeng, the son of the boss of Jingxing Real Estate. ”