Early on Saturday morning, Zhao Zhuo rushed to the ancient money market.

The ancient money market is located in the west of Huaihai City, only two streets away from Huaihai University, this place he has long heard the senior brother mention, but it is the first time to come here.

It is said that the market is actually a market set up around the overpass, twenty or thirty stalls, up to the ancient coins of the Warring States period, down to the modern banknotes, as long as it is hooked with the word ancient money, there are all here.

Zhao Zhuo was not in a hurry to pick up the ancient money at the stall, but went to the trading center on the side of the flyover first.

The most important thing for him now is not to identify the authenticity of ancient coins, but to find out the price of ancient coins. After all, although Mo Ling can distinguish between authenticity and fake, he doesn't know anything about modern transaction prices.

The trading center is a circular bungalow, which contains five or six shops dealing in ancient coins, and there are also slips posted outside the shops, on which are written the purchase prices of various ancient coins.

Although the purchase price is different for each store, it is at least a reference. Zhao Zhuo stood outside the shop and watched while holding a notebook to make records.

Although Mo Ling was full of curiosity about everything in this world, she would never disturb Zhao Zhuo when he was doing something, so when Zhao Zhuo was recording, she was alone, tilting her head and pondering things.

Zhao Zhuo was making notes, and when a fifty-year-old man passed by, he glanced at his notebook and kindly reminded: "Young man, don't remember, these prices are useless." ”

"I just wanted to refer to it." Zhao Zhuo turned his head and saw that the old man was wearing a cotton coat in army green, his face was chubby, and his eyes were bent into a line when he smiled, which was very kind.

The old man waved his hand and smiled: "There must be a standard for reference, most of the prices on it are several times lower than the real purchase price, for example, the ancient coin you are remembering now, the purchase price above is 10 yuan, in fact, he still accepts 40 yuan." ”

"So much?" Zhao Zhuo was a little surprised, he originally thought that it would be good to add half of the purchase price.

"The water in the antique industry is deep, and other shops will write the real price to you, what kind of money does he make? Little brother, if you can trust me, I'll take you to the stall outside later, and you listen to me bargain, and you'll know what price to pay next time you come to buy. The old man smiled and sat down on a chair in the center of the market.

Seeing the old man so enthusiastic, Zhao Zhuo was very grateful, and when he saw him sit down, he thought he was going to rest, but soon, he saw someone coming to him with ancient money to ask about the price.

Zhao Zhuo inquired and found out that this old man's surname is Zhou, known as Uncle Zhou, he is a famous price pass here, and he will help people identify it for free every weekend.

Of course, people who come to inquire about prices are people who have their own money, and there are not many people who really want to find the real thing at these stalls and sell it to the store.

You know, the identification of ancient money is extremely difficult, and there are many reasons, in addition to historical reasons, a very important point is that the ancient coinage was chaotic.

Originally, it was the privilege of the state to mint money, and private individuals were not allowed to imitate or steal it, but there were frequent wars in history, and the phenomenon of private minting was repeatedly prohibited, so in today's view, the ancient numismatic system is chaotic, and many of them have not been recorded in detail, and it is even more difficult to distinguish.

Therefore, although there are many people who collect ancient coins, there are only a few people who can really distinguish them clearly and identify the authenticity.

If only a few ancient coins are put together, the efficiency of distinguishing will be improved, but so many dazzling ancient coins are placed on the stalls, all dynasties and generations, in addition to the ancient counterfeit money and modern counterfeit money, plus the lively scene here, it is easy to arouse the desire to buy, and it is even more difficult to calmly distinguish the authenticity.

Zhao Zhuo stood quietly beside Uncle Zhou, listened to him explain the price of ancient money, and then recorded it in a small book.

An hour later, Uncle Zhou finally stood up and walked to the Tianqiao Market, Zhao Zhuo followed him, and Mo Ling flew lightly.

Zhao Zhuo followed all the way, and didn't speak, just listened to the price, and found that the hawkers were all asking for prices, and the actual transaction price was much lower.

When passing by the third stall, Uncle Zhou squatted down and picked up a few ancient coins one after another and asked, seeing that he asked but didn't buy it, Mo Ling said a few words in Zhao Zhuo's ear.

Zhao Zhuo's eyes lit up, and when Uncle Zhou was about to leave, he picked up one of them and bargained with the peddler, and finally bought this Chongzhen Tongbao for ten yuan.

As soon as he left the stall, Uncle Zhou couldn't help but say: "Xiao Zhao, this ancient coin is fake, you see that the rust on it is not only powdery, but also such a thin layer, it is obviously counterfeit money." ”

Zhao Zhuo smiled slightly, and according to what Mo Ling said, he pointed to the Qian Kong of Gu Qian and said, "Uncle Zhou, look here." ”

Uncle Zhou looked into the money hole, only to see that the rust inside had fallen a little, revealing the rusted inside, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he was surprised: "This is ...... Genuine? ”

The so-called patina can be formed through counterfeiting, but this fake rust only floats on the surface, and the rust of the genuine product is connected with the body of the money, even if the patina on the outside falls off, there are still traces of corrosion inside.

After Uncle Zhou said this, he said suspiciously: "I looked at this ancient coin just now, it seems that there is no rust falling off in the money hole?" ”

"I picked it off." Zhao Zhuo smiled, he and Mo Ling had heard Uncle Zhou say just now that this kind of Chongzhen Tongbao engraved with the word "loyalty" on the back can be sold for 60 yuan in the store, so after Mo Ling saw this ancient coin, he asked him to pick out a little rust in the money hole to confirm whether it was genuine.

Uncle Zhou was slightly stunned, then patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Good boy, it is good to be able to pick up the leak in front of Uncle Zhou and me." ”

Zhao Zhuo smiled modestly, as for the word "missing", he also knew that this was the jargon of the antique world, which meant to buy a high-priced collectible at a low price.

Uncle Zhou thought that Zhao Zhuo's selection of this one was just luck, and he didn't think much about it, but in the following time, Zhao Zhuo could pick up the leak by almost walking a few stalls, which surprised him.

Uncle Zhou gradually understood, it turned out that the young man in front of him was even more skilled in identifying ancient money than himself, and that kind of eyesight was definitely not something that ordinary people could have.

You know, all those who are engaged in collecting, want to get the opportunity to pick up the leaks in the collection, take ancient money as an example, it is not only the buyers who are proficient in the price, but also those who sell ancient money know the price, how can they not sell at a loss.

But picking leaks is different, ten dollars to buy something that was originally worth sixty yuan, this is already a huge profit.

However, in this vast ancient money market, the truth and falsehood are confused, and it is by no means easy to buy what they see in the hands of those old and slippery peddlers, which is completely a contest of knowledge between the dealers and the buyers, and it is by no means possible to do it by luck.

Take Uncle Zhou himself, it is rare to pick up leaks all year round, like winning the lottery, like Zhao Zhuo, walking a few stalls to pick up a leak, and never looking away, it is simply unheard of.

It's just that how can he know that the so-called difficult to distinguish between true and false is not a problem for Mo Ling at all, she has existed in many prestigious families for hundreds of years, and a large number of rare treasures are put together, and the collection can be described as deaf and blind, and her attainments are comparable to everyone.

With Mo Ling's guidance, Zhao Zhuo knew the truth and falsehood of the stall at a glance.

However, Zhao Zhuo was also very grateful to Uncle Zhou for taking him to familiarize himself with the price, and he would tell him when he encountered the ancient money that could be picked up, so the two of them walked back and forth in the market as if they were picking money, and after saving more than a dozen ancient coins, they took them to the trading center to sell, and then came back to pick them.

In the morning, the five hundred yuan brought by Zhao Zhuo had been turned over several times, becoming more than three thousand.

Uncle Zhou gained a lot under Zhao Zhuo's guidance, and he earned more than 2,000 points, he touched the bulging purse, and couldn't suppress his excitement and said: "Little brother, you are really a god!" My old Zhou has been immersed in ancient money for many years, but I have never been so excited. ”

"Uncle Zhou has won the award, if you weren't proficient in price, no matter how good I am, I would be useless. In the future, the price of this ancient money, please ask Uncle Zhou for more advice. Zhao Zhuo said with a smile.

"No problem, as long as it's not raining and there's nothing at home, I'll be here every morning." Uncle Zhou said briskly.

After saying goodbye to Uncle Zhou, Zhao Zhuo walked out of the ancient money market, but his heart was still beating wildly, and he was about to jump to his throat.

He thought that he had earned 1,000 yuan, which was enough for a month or two of living expenses, but he didn't expect that the profits of the ancient money market far exceeded his imagination, and he earned nearly 3,000 yuan just in one morning, which was easier than grabbing money.

If it weren't for the afternoon class, he would have liked to stay here for a day.

While he was happy, he went to the bank next to the market, deposited two thousand yuan into it, and the remaining one thousand for tomorrow's funds.

Walking out of the bank, Zhao Zhuo looked up at the blue sky, took a deep breath, and only felt that life had never been so enjoyable, not because he made money, but because he saw a road.

After a long time, Zhao Zhuo's mood calmed down, and looking at Mo Ling who was curiously looking around him, he suddenly asked, "Sister Mo Ling, what do you want?" ”

"Ling'er wants to touch the world with her hands." Mo Ling said with wide eyes.

Although this idea is too illusory, but since ghosts can exist, why must there be a way to make ghosts have physical bodies, Zhao Zhuo promised without hesitation: "Don't worry, one day, I will fulfill your wish." ”

"Well, I believe Big Brother." Mo Ling said happily, and then his attention was attracted by a little girl passing by, seeing that the little girl was dressed beautifully, Mo Ling's eyes blinked, and the clothes on her body immediately became exactly the same as the little girl.

While passing by a clothing store, Mo Ling was attracted by the clothes in the window again, she drilled through the glass, and with a slight movement of her fingers, the clothes on the plastic model automatically floated up and wore onto her body.

Zhao Zhuo was taken aback, and hurriedly ran over to tell her to take it off, after all, in the eyes of other people who couldn't see Mo Ling, the clothes seemed to fly up automatically, but fortunately, the window was in a less obvious position, and no one noticed.

As Zhao Zhuo walked, he told Mo Ling something so as not to make a big deal in the future, and when he passed by the gate of the City Museum, he suddenly stopped.

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