The antique trade in Panjiayuan began at the end of the Qing Dynasty, when many declining nobles took all kinds of antiques from their families to sell here, and gradually began to form a scale. Then, by the early 90s of the last century, a mature large-scale market was formed, and has now developed into the largest antique market in the country.

Cui Ze walked casually on the streets of Panjiayuan, did not deliberately go to those time-honored shops, walked into the Yongdao, and took a casual look at the stalls along the street. Not to mention, the surrounding buildings and atmosphere are very antique, exuding a mottled historical atmosphere. The roof of the eaves canopy, the sunlight is sprinkled, and it seems that time is staggered in a trance, and it is in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

'Brother, come and see?' I have the best Northern Song Dynasty color glaze here, and Song Ming Mobao. ‘

'This friend, do you have any research on porcelain?' The porcelain on our side is all of the finest, such as a fake. ”

The dealer with poisonous eyes saw Cui Ze is face and immediately greeted him vigorously.

Cui Ze smiled and continued to move forward, not because he was afraid of buying fakes, but because he didn't want to show people what he really thought. Buying things in this place, you can't do it without some psychological quality, these people have become fine.

These people are not all selling fakes, doing business here, all fakes are not possible, at least two or three percent must be true, the so-called fake is true.

Knowing that Cui Ze was coming here, Wang Zi'an specially mentioned him.

After walking for a while, he began to identify one or two shops and browse carefully, chatting with the shopkeepers, some things, chatting can be talked about, observing words and feelings, he basically has points in his heart.

A few shops came down, and he probably had points for the price of antiques of the same grade.

He still didn't make a move, but wanted to find something that he could also see. Cost-effective.

Whether it is a stall or a shop, he will go around, and maybe there are good goods on the stalls.

He has heard people say that on the contrary, it is easy to find good things on some stalls, and some stall owners are actually tomb robbers. Or second-tier dealers related to this industry, as long as some things can be sold, they are willing to sell them at a low price. Every time these people do a vote and get money, they get drunk and dream for a while, and then continue to rob tombs, continue to toss, and repeat the cycle. They also don't value money too much, so. You can often buy some cost-effective items.

Of course, these people are not stupid, the good goods they get basically have shipping channels, Cui Ze doesn't expect to be able to buy those best products, he can't afford them, he just hopes to buy tens of thousands of hundreds of thousands of plays, so that Zheng Lao is happy.

He stopped at a stall. The owner of the stall is different from other vendors, and he seems to be less enthusiastic. It was even a little cold, ragged, sitting on a small pony, with a large bag one person tall beside him, which was also dirty.

The owner of the stall was unkempt and held a flattened flask in his hand. Cui Ze also has a little eyesight, and at a glance he knows that this wine jug is also a cultural relic, but he doesn't know what age it is and how much it is worth, but he instinctively realizes it. I'm afraid it's worth a lot.

Towards the owner of the stall, he became interested, so he stopped to patrol the stall.

To his surprise, the owner of the stall ignored him, but poured a sip of wine, looked up at the faint sun overhead, and the jagged stubble was very thick, looking like it was more vicissitudes than the antiques on the stall.

Many street vendors will enthusiastically introduce this and that, so that Cui Ze can learn a lot and figure out a lot of doorways, but this vendor is so cold, but he is a little at a loss.

So, he could only be a stuffy gourd, squatting on the ground, and carefully playing with every antique.

The owner of this stall only cares about pouring wine, and occasionally glances at Cui Ze, without him, he marked the price of everything on the stall.

Cui Ze carefully played with a mackerel pattern saucer, this saucer cup is a little different, but the selling price is cheap, as long as 12,000, he has seen this kind of tray cup in other stores before, in comparison, the price is still a little cheaper, but it is not too big.

Based on his previous experience, as well as his concentration to induce, this cup is most likely still real.

He watched them one by one, playing with them one by one, but the owner of the stall was patient and did not interfere.

Cui Ze took a look around, I am afraid that most of the things on this stall are real, but they are rare, but the quality of the things is not high, at most tens of thousands of things, if you buy them and give them to Zheng Lao, you can't do it.

He looked up at the owner of the stall, and saw this unkempt guy looking around absentmindedly, with an indescribable confusion in his eyes, not like he was here to sell things, but like he had come here to reminisce about the past and cherish life.

He secretly wondered, didn't this guy want to do business, anyway, he stayed here for a while, and he didn't greet him at all.

"Uh, boss, boss?" Cui Ze shouted twice in a row, and the stall owner turned his head and looked at him lightly.

Cui Ze actually had a moment of trance, as if he had seen an ancient person, but in reality he didn't cross over, and he didn't know where this feeling came from.

"Pick at will, don't bargain, take it directly if you like it, and keep the money." The stall owner's eyes only focused for a moment, and then returned to a casual appearance, as if he didn't care whether he did business or not, quite a bit of Jiang Taigong's posture of taking the bait.

"Well, is there anything of better quality?" Cui Ze's voice was processed a little, and finally the owner of this very nonsensical stall began to concentrate.

This unkempt guy was a little arrogant, and said impatiently: "Young man, don't be greedy, although the things I have here are not in very good condition, and some are damaged, but I tell you, they are all genuine antiques, and they are also former boutiques, and there is still room for appreciation in the future." If you are greedy, go somewhere else, and I will keep you and you will buy a fake. ”

His tone was very sharp and merciless, as if he was not afraid of offending Cui Ze, a guest.

"I'm not going anywhere else, I just think you're good, I'm sure, you still have good things on hand." Cui Ze gestured towards the stall owner's big bag.

He suddenly felt that this unkempt guy was really a bit like the beggar gang leader in martial arts novels.

"Are you sure?" The leader of the beggar gang squinted, and there was a ghostly glint in his eyes.

Cui Ze nodded, "If you have something good, take it out, don't hide it." ”

The leader of the beggar gang sneered, "I have good things, but I'm afraid you can't afford them." ”

Cui Ze raised his eyebrows, "I still spent 1.8 million yuan, you can take it out and take a look." ”

The beggar gang leader smiled, patted the dust on his legs, dragged the big bag over, and unzipped it.

He took out a white silk and wrapped it around his hand, then pulled out a long box after a few strokes, and carefully opened the lid of the box, revealing a white porcelain bottle.

He carefully took out the white porcelain bottle, and then wiped it with a white silk, his eyes were gentle, as if he was looking at his lover, full of intoxication.

Cui Ze was speechless for a while, this guy is dirty, but he is so elegant and tall, it is really strange.

The beggar gang leader held the white porcelain bottle in his hand, sent it to Cui Ze's eyes, and said solemnly: "This is the white porcelain bottle of the Song Dynasty kiln, if you want to say the exquisite white porcelain bottle, this Song Dynasty kiln is a must, so it is called one of the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty." This is a fine product in the kiln, the fish pattern wears a bottle, it was a wine vessel back then, and now, it is an antique. One or two million is absolutely fine, you sincerely want it, 1.8 million. ”

The leader of the beggar gang and just now are just like two people, and when they talk about antique porcelain vases, their eyes light up, and they seem to be still connoisseurs.

Cui Ze is sure that the leader of the beggar gang really cherishes this white porcelain bottle, and there will be no mistake, that kind of look and expression can't be pretended, even if it's an actor, he can't play it.

However, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he always froze and savored this trace of feeling.

There is a problem, he is secretly vigilant, looking for the flaws of the beggar gang leader.

He asked questions casually, showing a strong interest in the Ding kiln of the Song Dynasty, listening to the beggar gang leader introduce the professional knowledge of this fish pattern wearing a bottle little by little, and also carefully observing the changes in his expression.

The eyes of the beggar gang leader have never left the fish pattern and wear the bottle, and he rarely even looks at Cui Ze, and sometimes he makes eye contact with Cui Ze, and there is no sign of weakness at all.

Cui Ze weighed it repeatedly, this white porcelain bottle is really good, it is a fine product at first glance, and it feels a little far away, it looks like a genuine product.

But the doubt in his heart has not been eliminated, he is eliminating the doubt little by little, what is wrong?

His brain started quickly, to be honest, his current intelligence has also been greatly inspired, it can be said that his IQ has improved a lot compared to before, the whole person is very calm, his brain is running at high speed, and he has always been awake.

Since the leader of the beggar gang likes this white porcelain bottle so much, and he refused to take it out before, why is he willing to sell it?

He said tentatively: "This bottle is a bit expensive, forget it, I can't afford it." ”

His expression is naturally very realistic, and now with his psychological quality, even acting in movies is more than enough.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the beggar gang did not have a look of pity, but said lightly: "Then it's up to you, whether you like to buy it or not." ”

As he spoke, he quickly put the fish pattern bottle into the box and stuffed it into his bag.

Cui Ze sensitively captured that the leader of the beggar gang really didn't want to sell it, could it be that this bottle was genuine?

He hesitated and paused.

Seeing that Cui Ze wanted to speak and stopped, the leader of the beggar gang sneered: "Don't look at it, I won't sell it to you if you want to buy it, this antique is only sold to people who know the goods, people who know how to do it." ”

Cui Ze smiled disappreciatively: "How do you know that I don't know how to do it?" Can't read the goods? Don't provoke you, it's useless to provoke again. (To be continued.) )