The ghost market of the antique street is in a relatively remote alley of the antique street, which is not very far from the past and present of Tang Dou, and it is a matter of seven or eight minutes on foot.

Tang Dou and Mengzi went around and connected to Yang Deng, Yang Deng asked Du Deyi to see the Song Ruyao pen wash, Mengzi stretched out five fingers at Yang Deng with some exaggeration, pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice and said: "Five million, the deal is sold." ”

Yang Deng just smiled: "It exceeded my expectations, it seems that my valuation is too low." ”

Tang Dou stared at Yang Deng with some surprise, and he found that Yang Deng didn't show much surprise when he heard that the transaction was five million.

That's five million, Yang Deng is so frugal about spending money, she can't even go out for a meal, and it's not her money, but now she didn't even jump her eyelids when she heard the heart-pounding number of five million.

Tang Dou never believed that this girl who still had to live on a summer job would be indifferent to money, was she really indifferent, or was she not concerned about herself? Or is she, like the heroines in those YY novels, a lady from a wealthy family with a deep background, and these millions of income can't get into her eyes at all?

Mengzi didn't have so much thought about Tang Dou, he saw that Yang Deng reviewed his own undervaluation, and said with a smile: "Yang Deng, this is by no means a problem of your undervaluation, don't believe you ask Douzi, you ask him how he fooled that pen wash by more than two million?" ”

Tang Dou withdrew his gaze from Yang Deng's face, and unceremoniously raised his foot and kicked at Mengzi's ass: "Am I fooling?" ”

Mengzi dodged with a smile and said with a smile: "I think it's just a fool." ”

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Tang Dou put aside the fierce son.

Yang Deng's eyes lit up, and he looked sideways at Tang Dou and asked, "Is it because of that broken foot?" ”

Before Tang Dou could answer, Mengzi had already given Yang Deng a thumbs up: "You two are really a natural pair." ”

Yang Deng's little face turned red again, but fortunately, the street lights were dim and others couldn't see it.

Tang Dou looked at Mengzi and said, "Brother Mengzi, tomorrow you go to the street and touch to see who has ivory for sale in the store." ”

"What are you buying that for?" Mengzi was puzzled.

Tang Dou said angrily: "Put it in your mouth, I see who will dare to say that a dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth in the future." ”

'Poof', Yang Deng couldn't help laughing.

Mengzi jumped up and chased Tang Dou, Tang Dou laughed and ran away, Yang Deng pursed his lips and smiled and chased after him quickly.

The alley of the ghost market is 150 or 60 meters long, with an antique street at one end and a big road outside at the other, but most of those burden-bearing customers are concentrated near the end of the antique street, and a piece of cloth is spread on the ground casually, and a stall is formed.

In fact, the origin of these burden-bearing customers who set up stalls in the ghost market is also orthodox, most of them were born in old houses in the early days, and they had no capital to open a store, so they wanted to make a small profit and turn around quickly, if they were lucky enough to get a good thing with an orderly inheritance, it was not uncommon for them to get rich overnight.

It's just a pity that now it's a prosperous age, the wave of national collection is sweeping, and it's not so easy to walk the streets and alleys to dig out the old house.

Laying mines is also a form of fraud in antique shops, specifically against those who dig old houses.

In people's hearts, the credibility of the things taken out of the old house is very high, and those who planted mines took advantage of people's psychology to deliberately entrust some fake fakes in the old house, waiting for the rabbit and others to take the bait.

Suffering a lot of losses, these burden-bearing customers have simply changed careers and started a business selling fakes, maybe they really have one or two old gadgets in their hands, but mixed with those dazzling fakes, it is a very delicate job to pick out those two real things, and even if you really pick them out, you may not be able to pick them up.

These baggage customers have long known the authenticity of the things in their hands, and the price quoted to you will never be much worse than the one sold in the store, and they will even flicker a sky-high price.

Just like in that joke, you point to that little bowl and sell the cat, you take the bowl away, who does the cat sell to?

So if you have extraordinary eyesight and you have to meet a burdensome customer who really doesn't know the value of the gadget, then you can really pick up the leak, otherwise try not to touch things in the ghost market.

Of course, there are a few real things that can sometimes be found in the ghost market, but the source of those things is not so clean, either it is just picked up by a scorpion, or it is a thief, and there is something from an unknown source.

Therefore, among the people walking in the ghost market, in addition to buyers and sellers, there will occasionally be a thunderbolt who wanders around here, focusing on those things that come from the wrong way.

However, people who really play collectibles generally don't buy these things from unknown sources, for fear of getting into trouble.

When Tang Dou and the three arrived, there were already a lot of people in the ghost market, but people were not bargaining as loudly as in the vegetable market, both buyers and sellers were mysterious, maybe the origin of the name ghost market was related to this, who knows.

Walking into the ghost market, Tang Dou took out two miniature strong flashlights from his pocket, handed one of them to Yang Deng, and said in a low voice: "There is nothing to see from these dozen stalls at the corner of the street, let's go inside." ”

Yang Deng nodded, and while browsing the 'antiques' placed on the baggage skins under the faint battery light of the stall owners, he walked deeper into the alley with Tang Dou.

The fierce man on the side stopped doing it: "Hey, Douzi, why didn't you prepare a flashlight for me?" ”

Tang Dou glanced at Mengzi: "You haven't come once or twice, you won't prepare?" ”

"There is no humanity of the opposite sex", Mengzi muttered in a low voice, and said to the burdensome customer in the stall next to him: "Hey, Lao Sun, lend me your flashlight, I forgot to bring it when I went out." ”

The baggage guest looked up and saw that the person who greeted him was Mengzi, so he hurriedly stood up with a smile, took out a miniature strong flashlight from his pocket and handed it to Mengzi, and said with a smile: "Brother Mengzi hasn't seen you for a long time, why don't you see Boss Tang coming over." ”

Mengzi hurriedly raised his finger and pouted on his lips, and turned his head to look at Tang Dou.

Tang Dou didn't know whether he heard it or not, and walked towards the depths of the alley with the same pace, but Yang Deng, who was walking with him, glanced at him sideways, and quickly twisted his head to the side.

Mengzi snatched the flashlight from the baggage guest surnamed Sun, and whispered: "Don't open any pot and mention which pot." ”

The burdenman surnamed Sun grabbed his scalp inexplicably, and didn't say anything, what's going on?

He saw that Mengzi was going to go into the alley, so he hurriedly rushed out of his stall and grabbed Mengzi, and said in a low voice: "Don't be busy walking, Brother Mengzi, I made a good thing a few days ago, please give me a palm." ”

"Something good? Take a look. Mengzi stopped, and his heart was excited, wouldn't this old grandson also take out a piece of fine porcelain from Song Ruyao, right?

Lao Sun smiled, led Mengzi to the corner of the stall, pulled Mengzi to squat down, mysteriously took out a thing from his arms and stuffed it into Tang Dou's hand, and his voice was lowered: "Zhou Leyuan's inner painting snuff bottle." ”

Mengzi directly pushed the snuff bottle back to Lao Sun, got up to leave: "Yes, you can keep this baby for yourself, if I want this thing, I will buy it directly at the night market, twenty yuan a piece, how much you want." ”

"Don't", Lao Sun grabbed the fierce son and said in a low voice: "This is a real thing, Zhou Leyuan, a master of snuff bottle painting in the Qing Dynasty, made it by himself, this is what I personally took out from a dilapidated old house, there is a title and a paragraph, I have found several people to see it, and it is absolutely not wrong." ”

Mengzi's eyes lit up, he squatted down again, and the snuffbox also fell into his hand, he stared at Lao Sun and asked uneasily, "Is it really taken out of the old house?" ”

"I swear to you in the name of my father."

", your father and mother have been dead for I don't know how many years."

"Hehe, I can't hide it from Brother Mengzi, but I really got this thing from the old house, if I lie to you, I'll crawl and walk in the future."

"Yes, you're cursing yourself, I'll see."

As he spoke, Mengzi turned on the flashlight and carefully examined the snuffbox in his hand.