Chapter 114: Heavy Taste Literature
"You know what? The best time to come to Panjiayuan is Monday to Friday, and there are too many people on weekends, so it is not easy to reduce prices. Have you figured out what to buy? In my opinion, it's good to find a jade artifact that is old......"
Feeling the lively atmosphere in Pan's home, Wu Xuan simply didn't think about it, anyway, it was useless to regret it at this point, just take one step at a time.
There are everything sold in this Pan homeland, mahogany, nanmu, gloomy wood, peach, agarwood, huanghuali, all kinds of porcelain, jade, lacquer, bronze, as well as amber, pearls, crystals, agate, jade, Bodhi, copper coins, dzi, ancient swords, Gabala......
In short, there are everything here, such as cultural toys, antiques, jewelry, etc., of course, you need to be discerning about the true and false, otherwise you will be deceived even if you are worth hundreds of millions!
Along the way, Wu Xuan's eyes flashed, and he did not use the digital model just visual analysis, looking at the whole Panjiayuan, the cheap public goods are mostly genuine, and the slightly valuable ones are fakes, and the real goods only account for two percent at most, and which moves tens of thousands of valuable goods not to mention, if the seller sees that you are a new hand, it is estimated that there will not be a real thing in front of you.
"Can you really pick up the leaks of this fake?"
"Pick up the leak?" Mei Tianhao shook his head and said: "It depends on what kind of leak you are talking about, you can still pick up a cheap leak at the wrong price, but like the big leak of collecting a treasure at the garbage price in the novel, the entire Panjiayuan may not be able to pick up one a year, the information is too developed in these years, and it has almost reached the situation of national cultural play, and it is too difficult to pick up the leak." ”
Along the way, Wu Xuan visually analyzed everything he saw in his eyes, while querying information through his mobile phone, in just a few minutes, he had been promoted from a rookie of antiques to a general master, of course, a considerable part of the knowledge found on the Internet was very superficial. So he is a master who has yet to be tested by facts.
"Don't look at it, the chances of finding good things at the stalls are too small, so let's go to the boutique."
Walking through the stall area, there is a row of exquisite antique buildings, which is the boutique in Mei Tianhao's mouth. The so-called boutiques are those powerful antique shops, some of the stalls they have in the store, but some of the stalls in their stores do not necessarily have them.
"Mei Shao. I picked up a few good things the other day, do you want to palm your eyes? ”
The boss of the Treasure Pavilion obviously knew Mei Tianhao's identity, and when he saw him coming, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and without saying a word, he let Wu Xuan and the two into the inner room. Listening to Mei Tianhao's explanation, the real good things in these antique shops will never be put out of the counter, and they will only take them out when real buyers appear, obviously Mei Tianhao is the buyer in the eyes of these antique dealers.
"Mei Shao look at this Gabala, one hundred and eight Buddha strings, look at this quality and oiliness. It's at least a hundred years old. Looking at the complete condition of this lacquer box, this is a typical Ming Dynasty pattern......"
What is Gabala? Mei Tianhao was attracted by the lacquer box in front of him, but Wu Xuan picked up this string of Gabala, visual analysis was carried out simultaneously, according to the degree of pulp and oiliness, it was concluded that this is really a hundred years old object, but Wu Xuan, a newborn expert, did not know what Gabala was, so he searched for information through his mobile phone and also established a digital model at the same time. If it is finally determined to be an antiquity, Wu Xuan is ready to buy it and give it to Li Xinyan as a birthday gift.
"Smack!"
The next moment, Wu Xuan threw the string of gabala onto the counter like an electric shock. Because the mobile phone network and the digital model give the answer at the same time, this is a genuine gabala made of human bones.
"Human bones?"
Wu Xuan, who was not mentally prepared, was frightened and shuddered, and made Buddhist beads from human bones and hung them around his neck? This taste is too heavy, right? Don't you have nightmares when you sleep at night?
Mei Tianhao was puzzled: "What's wrong?" ”
"It's a human bone, and it's a skull."
Wu Xuan hadn't gotten used to it yet, and the shopkeeper smiled and said: "Gabala was originally a human bone product, and now nine percent of the Gabala on the market are imitations of cow bones." Little brother, you can see at a glance that this is genuine, if you are interested, I will give you 600,000 cheaper? ”
"Don't!"
Wu Xuan's head shook like a wave drum, but Mei Tianhao was interested.
"Is this really a human bone? If it's really Gabala, I'll take it. I won't tell you that my future daughter-in-law has a string, and this one is just the right match. ”
"Damn, you're too tasteful, can you while wearing this?"
Wu Xuan was really frightened by this Gabala, it turns out that there are also alternative heavy tastes in literary antiques.
In the end, Mei Tianhao bought this string of one hundred and eight beads of Gabala Buddha beads at a price of 600,000 yuan. Human bone products, and they must be skulls, and this taste is a bit heavier.
After going around a few antique shops one after another, Wu Xuan has not found the object he likes, although the reputation of this Pan Jiayuan is prominent, but it is not easy to find a satisfactory object in it, Wu Xuan said dejectedly:
"Forget it, if you really can't do it, go to the jewelry store to buy a collectible jadeite, it really takes luck to shop for goods in antique shops."
"Hehe, I know that a place is allowed to keep good things, but the things here are not cheap, if you don't have two brushes, it's easy to get pitted, are you interested?"
"Oh? Where? ”
"Ghost City."
The so-called ghost market is just a saying, generally referring to the antique night market that starts before dawn at about 4 o'clock in the morning and ends when the sun rises, and this Panjiayuan is one of the most famous ghost markets.
The reason for the formation of the ghost market is that the sale of antiques used to be an illegal transaction, but now with the legalization of the antique market, the ghost market is no longer as lively as it used to be.
Wu Xuan and Mei Tianhao left Panjiayuan to find a place to have fun and rest, and came to Panjiayuan again at four o'clock in the morning.
"Don't look at it, the ghost market is just a name, and the things here are no different from those during the day."
"Why are you still bringing me?"
"There are ghost markets every day, but the ghost market auction is held every Friday every month, and the time is only three hours at a time. ”
The ghost market auction is held every ten days, and the reason why it is so mysterious is naturally to facilitate the exchange of things that are not visible, so there are often good things in the ghost market auction, of course, there are also many fakes, which depends on the individual's eyesight. The organizers of the ghost market auction are several powerful and influential antique owners in Panjiayuan, and I heard that a few of them are still billions of bigwigs with deep backgrounds, so this ghost market auction is not something anyone who wants to come.
(To be continued.) )