Panjiayuan Antique Market, Luo Tian brought two people here, one is Zhao Wei, anyway, if he doesn't film today, Zhao Wei will follow.

In fact, Zhao Wei wanted to know what kind of level Luo Tian's appraisal of antiques had reached.

Liu Yifei has always said that Luo Tian has great potential in antique appraisal, but Zhao Wei has never seen Luo Tianwen's antiques at all.

Another one followed was Fan Binbin, Fan Xiaoye was full of curiosity about the antique market, but he had never been there, and today was just the opportunity, so he would naturally bring Luo Tian with him.

And at this moment, when he arrived at the Panjiayuan antique market, Fan Xiaoye was running around like a bird out of the cage, not knowing what to see.

Qin bricks and Han tiles, poems and songs, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, bronze, jade, etc., weave into the prosperous scene of Panjiayuan antique market. Fan Binbin held a one-foot-high blue and white jar and said, "Luo Tian, you said, this thing, the stall owner said that it was Yuan Qinghua, how about you take a look?" ”

Yuan Qinghua, which is a symbol of wealth in the antique market, will it appear on this stall?

It is simply impossible, therefore, at this time, Luo Tian said without looking at it: "Put it down, it can be regarded as a good thing, the Republic of China fired, put it now, it can be regarded as a good ornamental vessel." At least this piece of porcelain doesn't have to be a fake, it can already be regarded as Fan Xiaoye's very lucky.

Zhao Wei came over and told Fan Xiaoye: "Binbin, we came out to buy jewelry, not to play, this thing is put away, what do you want this thing to do, you have to compensate others if you fall." ”

A person with a personality like Fan Xiaoye is actually the most fond of the merchants in the antique market, young, uninformed, and curious, this is the rhythm of a full fat sheep.

Zhao Wei stood up and ruined the business, which made the stall owner quite unhappy.

Therefore, the bearded stall owner snorted and said, "This little girl doesn't understand the rules, if you don't understand the rules, don't talk nonsense." Besides, antique jewelry, that thing, can you afford it? ”

Blocking people's money, such as killing parents, the bearded stall owner is naturally unhappy with Zhao Wei.

And look at the three of Luo Tian, they are all very young, twenty years old, Fan Xiaoye is more than ten years old, and he looks like a middle school student, even if he is a fat sheep, he is also a little fat sheep.

Therefore, bearded stall owners are not very polite to them.

Luo Tian stood up and said: "It seems that this big brother doesn't have much time to do business, are we rich, can you ask?" Besides, if you don't see anything, how do you know that I can't afford to pay this money? ”

Luo Tian is very unhappy with these guys in the antique market, so it is not polite to say it.

The bearded man laughed angrily, but for a moment, he glanced at Luo Tian as if he had seen a ghost, and then immediately said, "Okay, this little brother." Since I mean that I have the heart to buy good things, I won't stop you, just right, I have a black gold card here, which is to go to a private gathering of people in a circle, not only do you have good things that you can't see outside, but there is also an auction.

I first explained that not ordinary people can get in, you need a deposit of 50,000 yuan, if you don't spend, the deposit will be returned to you, but if you break the rules of the line inside, this will be very troublesome, I don't know if you are interested in going around. ”

In the beard's view, Luo Tian doesn't have this kind of guts, 50,000 yuan, this is not something that anyone can take, the beard also got one through a relationship, originally planned to sell it for money, but until now he has not encountered this kind of unjust boss, seeing that the time is coming, the beard is naturally very anxious.

If he can sell it, then there is a tenth of the commission, that is, 5,000 yuan. Luo Tian didn't hesitate at all, but his eyes widened in surprise and said, "A pass for the ghost city?" I didn't expect there to be one here, okay, give me your account, I want something. ”

The ghost market is also a special gathering of the antique market, if Panjiayuan is an antique market for mass consumption, then the ghost market is a place for people in the industry to communicate. If it is said that in such a situation, Hu who is not introduced by acquaintances and does not have enough financial resources, it is difficult to enter this place. Luo Tian knew this opportunity, so he naturally wouldn't give it up casually.

Although there are many fakes in this ghost market, there are not a few really good things.

In the eyes of the bearded difference, Luo Tian took the pass, which was a card the size of a bank card, pure black, and Zheng Minan was a dim oil lamp, which is said to be the kind of lamp that the ghost blows out. And on the back there is a golden ingot. Zhao Wei was surprised: "Luo Tian, you really want to go to that ghost city, aren't you afraid of being fooled?" ”

Luo Tian said with a smile: "The money has been spent, what do you say are not afraid of, are you afraid of being useful?" In fact, it is rare for us to find the jewelry we like here, because many of the things here are fakes, and it is impossible to prevent them.

Although there are fakes in the ghost market, no matter what you say, the real removal of good things still depends on the things in the ghost market. Therefore, in order to ensure that we can successfully shoot Huanzhu Gege, it is still necessary to go to the ghost market.

Moreover, didn't people say that if you obey the rules, even if you don't spend a penny, the 50,000 yuan will be returned to you. ”

The point is that Luo Tian believes that those who dare to swallow their own money must have no good end.

An old Taoist man walked over, glanced at the bearded man and said: "Dongzi, 50,000 yuan of things, 50,000 yuan will be sold, this is not your character, you are a person, the mosquito can scrape off two taels of oil, will be so kind." ”

The bearded man named Dongzi glanced at the balance on the account and said, "Old Niu, you think I want to, but I think I just provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked, if I don't come up with something real, I guess don't mix in this business." ”

Murderous, Dongzi, the old fritter of the mixed Pan homeland, felt a creepy murderous aura from Luo Tian's body. Breaking the fortune and avoiding disasters is an important reason why Dongzi has been able to mix in this antique market until today, although Dongzi often fools people with fake antiques.

The old Taoist priest looked thoughtfully at the direction Luo Tian left and said, "Really? But I think, why is this guy so familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere? No, not the right age? ”