"Brush!"

Fang Ming got up early in the morning, opened the roller shutter door of the store and walked out, the habit of getting up early and exercising for many years is not to change it, and he doesn't want to change it, even if he comes to a big city, having a healthy body is more important than anything else.

"Hey, what is this?"

Fang Ming found that the small antique street, which had no one at all, was slowly becoming lively, people came one after another, these people were either carrying a shabby travel bag or simply a bag, after these people arrived at the small antique street, they found a place on the side of the street and squatted down, first put out a piece of cloth, and then took out one thing and put it on it.

"What is this?"

Fang Ming walked over curiously and found that these stalls were full of antiques of all sizes.

"Fang Ming."

Just when Fang Ming was looking at all this strangely, a voice came from behind him, and when he looked back, he found that it was Zhou Yafang.

"Sister Avon, why did you come so early?"

Fang Ming looked at his phone and found that it was only four o'clock and close to five o'clock, so it stands to reason that Zhou Yafang would not be here at this time.

"I'll do whatever you want here."

"Huh?"

Fang Ming looked at Zhou Yafang incomprehensibly, he couldn't understand what he meant at all.

?One? Root? Read? Novel xstxt Zhou Yafang pointed around strangely and said, "This ghost market, aren't you here to shop for flowers?" ”

Fang Ming was even more confused by the second zhang monk, "Ghost market? What is a ghost market? ”

"This ...... You don't know what a ghost market is, so why do you get up so early? ”

Zhou Yafang confused Fang Ming.

Fang Ming was embarrassed to tell Zhou Yafang that he couldn't sleep and wandered the streets last night because he was so excited that he made a lot of money, but when he just wanted to go back to sleep, he found that there were so many stalls on the small antique street, and there were no of these stalls during the day.

"I went out for supper after you left last night, and when I came back and wanted to go to bed, I found these stalls, and I looked at them out of curiosity."

"Hey, I thought you came on purpose."

Zhou Yafang only then understood what was going on, "This kind of stall is called a ghost market, and it is a unique market in antique collections. ”

The so-called ghost market is actually a kind of antique collection that opens in the morning, for example, at four or five in the morning.

There are many things in the antique collection that are on the edge of the law, and there is no way to trade such things openly, and there are even some illegal things such as tomb robbing, but in this world, someone sells and someone buys, and for this reason, the unique way of ghost market has emerged - you can avoid some "trouble".

For example, there was a period of time when it was stipulated that things beyond the middle of the Qing Dynasty could not be bought and sold, and some were unearthed cultural relics, but such things were actually traded, and the most common occurrence was of course in the ghost market.

In order to avoid "rushing the stall", that is, someone comes to check, the stall owners often set up stalls during this period of time before work, and people who want to pick up leaks also appear at this time, which is a time difference.

"It turns out that the ghost market is like this."

Under Zhou Yafang's introduction, Fang Ming realized what was going on with these small stalls in front of him.

"In the past, there were a lot of good things in the ghost market, and they were very prosperous."

Zhou Yafang remembered that when she was young, there were always two days a week when she rode on her grandfather's neck to go to the ghost market in the morning, at that time, buying things was like grabbing, and after a stall owner took out something, people would rush up in a swarm, if you saw something and bargained, you had to hold it in your hand, and as soon as you put it down, you would let people take it away. Where will it be like now, you have to look at it over and over again for a long time to buy something.

"Hey, there's a lot of fake stuff now?"

Zhou Yafang nodded and said, "Yes, there were few fake things at that time, at most they were imitations of the previous ones in the Republic of China, which was very reassuring, but now it is different, there is no real eye-catching, and it is a common thing to hit the eyes." ”

"Sister Avon, according to what you said, don't all the people who come to the ghost market come with the intention of picking up leaks?"

Fang Ming looked left and right curiously, he really wanted to go to the stall and flip it over. "When I first came here to open the shop, I could still see the 'new pit' from time to time, that is, the newly unearthed cultural relics, although the price has gone up, but after all, it is a good thing, a few years have passed, and now there are fewer and fewer such things, and it is almost impossible to see. So it's basically impossible to pick up leaks now. ”

Speaking of this, Zhou Yafang also has a nostalgic face, she remembers the first time she came here after opening the store, and found a lotus leaf bowl in Jingdezhen in the Song Dynasty on the stall, with a diameter of about 18 cm, and bought it for 750 yuan, and finally the bowl was sold for 58,000, which is the real first leak in her life - it doesn't count if you have a grandfather by your side before.

"Why are there so many fakes now?

After all, Fang Ming was a rookie who had just entered the industry, and he didn't know anything about these things.

"In the troubled times, the gold collection is in the heyday, and now is the time of the heyday, there are many people who play antique collections, the price is up, and the demand is more, so naturally there will be a lot of people who are stuck in it to make fakes."

"For example, in 1994, buying Qi Baishi's paintings was generally around 10,000 yuan, and until 98, his seal was basically at this price, but now add a zero or even a few zeros to the end."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yafang's heart sighed even more, unless the price of antiques rises rapidly, counterfeiting is becoming more and more rampant, and now the counterfeiting is high-tech, all of which are grouped assembly line-style, the key is that the quality is extremely high, the speed is also fast, and many things have been able to deceive many masters, and this is extremely difficult for people like themselves who are serious about operating antiques to survive - to receive a thing has to hesitate to hesitate, but often miss the opportunity between this hesitation.

Seeing Fang Ming's look left and right, Zhou Yafang was happy, took out 10,000 yuan in cash from his bag and handed it to Fang Ming, saying: "You go and play, now the imitations of things in this ghost market are at least eighty percent of the fake things that are made according to them, and the rest are mostly handicrafts, but it is a good place for newcomers like you to practice their vision." ”

"Hey, then you're welcome."

Fang Ming took the money, turned around and rushed to the nearest stall.

Seeing Fang Ming like this, Zhou Yafang was also happy, shook her head and walked to another stall, although the ghost market said that there were no good things, but since it was mixed in this industry, it was necessary to come to this kind of place to see, and to come often, so as to be able to keep up with the "trend" of counterfeiting!