The next day, Bei Hai slept until dawn, woke up and took care of himself, sat directly in front of the computer, searched the Pearl Antique Market, and after returning to the car, the name of Dongtai Road jumped out. found a place, and Du He, who said goodbye to Bei Hai directly, jumped on the Q5 killer and left.

When he arrived at the antique street, he found a parking space and parked the car, and Bei Hai began to slowly carry out the shopping tour with his hands in his pockets.

There are not many people on the whole street, giving people the feeling that there are more clerks than pedestrians on the street, and many clerks are lazy, either sitting at the door and eating melon seeds or chatting together.

These people's eyes are poisonous, and they look at Bei Hai's pockets all the time! turned around several shops, but no one said hello to Bei Hai.

After turning a small half street, Bei Hai stepped into a store.

"What do you want to see? We have a lot of goods here, and all of them are guaranteed to be genuine" Seeing Bei Hai come in, a man in his early forties immediately greeted Bei Huo with a smile on his face.

"Do you accept things here? How many small ingots do I have? After speaking, Bei Hai held an ingots in his hand.

The man in front of him picked it up and looked at it a few times and said, "If you want to be gold, I'll take it, but it's not okay to be an antique!" This thing is commonly known as the golden nude, and it is of little value except that it is gold."

"Oh!" After listening to this, Bei Hai took out his mobile phone and called up the picture of the red tassel gun: "Then look at this."

"We don't accept this thing!" The man took a closer look at the picture on Bei Hai's mobile phone, and immediately shook his head and said.

Hearing what people said, Bei Hai had to smile and yawn, turned around and walked out of the store.

After entering the two more houses, he got a similar answer Bei Hai was a little deflated, and he was ready to go to the next one or say the same thing, so he shot the gold ingots in his hand, as for the red tassel gun, let it go if no one wants it.

Thinking about making a move, Bei Hai naturally found a store that looked like a big storefront.

When I went in, the gold ingots all answered the same thing, that is, they were collected as gold. However, the clerk of this store was very interested in the red tassel gun in Bei Hai's photo, and he watched it for almost five minutes.

"Can you wait? I'm going to deliver a message to the master sitting in the hall! The clerk in his thirties returned the phone to Bei Hai and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Bei Hai nodded and agreed.

"Then you wait a minute" The clerk stretched out his hand and motioned for Bei Hai to sit down, and then turned around and went to the back hall, and after walking for a minute, a little girl holding a tea tray came out and gave Bei Hai a cup of tea.

Bei Hai thanked him, and didn't drink tea, just sat and looked around the store. This shop can be described in four words, antique! Except for this, Yi Beihai's insight can't see anything good.

"Long wait, Mr. Pei! This is our Master Fu" The clerk soon came out, followed by an old man in his sixties with laid-off hair on the top of his head, with a gray beard on his chin, a white cardigan and loose pants, looking a bit of a master.

Bei Hai smiled at the old master: "Hello Master Fu! After speaking, he handed over the picture in his hand.

The old man took it, put on the glasses on his chest, took the mobile phone and looked at it carefully, his expression was a little indifferent at first, but after two or three minutes, his brows furrowed. took a closer look at a few details taken by Bei Hai, and then asked Bei Hai.

"Where did you get this stuff?".

"You mean this red tassel gun?" Bei Hai said

Hearing about the red tassel gun, Old Man Fu frowned imperceptibly, but quickly recovered again.

"It's kind of a family heirloom," Bei Hai said nonsense. This is also a matter of no choice, if you say that you got it from the old site of the Taoist temple, what if you say that it is a national cultural relic, do you hand it over or not?

"At what price are you going to sell?" Old man Fu asked Bei Hai.

When Bei Hai heard that someone wanted it? After pondering for a while, he said: "I don't know, I'll shoot when the price is right." What is the right price? Bei Hai didn't say it, if you say five or six thousand yesterday, Bei Hai feels that this price is out of place now.

Old man Fu smiled when he heard Bei Hai's words, and stretched out a finger: "Young man, this thing is called a horse lance, not a red tassel gun!" If you want to make a move, you can bring this lance, and if I really don't look away, I'll give you this number! With that, he held out a finger.

I heard that this thing is called a horse lance, Bei Hai thought that it should be something for horseback riding, anyway, it is not something that he can figure out, so he should pay attention to the price.

"Ten thousand?" Bei Hai opened his mouth to ask.

"Hmmm! There are few people who receive this thing, although the condition of your lance is very good, that is, this price" Old man Fu said indifferently to Bei Hai.

Saying this, Old Man Fu didn't think so in his heart, don't look at the old man's indifferent face, but this little heart has already jumped and fluttered.

A horse lance of the Song Dynasty, and it is quite well preserved, according to the proportions, the head of the lance alone is almost eighty centimeters, and the lower part of the head of the lance has a circle of counterweight nails, which is quite standard, and it is from the hands of the master craftsman. The most important thing is that there is a word on both sides of the lance: the head of the cloud is long, and there is a folding word on the other side. This is an indication of the identity of the lance owner.

In ancient times, the horse lance that could be used was not an ordinary person, this thing just took three years to build, and only less than half of the success rate was stuck, and the person who held this thing was not a child of the Jiangmen family, or a high-roller in the army, and the small family could not afford to play this thing at all.

And the old man Fu had already expected that the owner of this lance came from the folded family of the Song Dynasty, and the Yang family of the special ox of the cattle in the Romance of the Commentary will not be recorded in the history books, but there are more of the two great generals of the fold family and the breeder. And the folded family is in the clouds, which just confirms the two words in the clouds, so the heir should be the word of the lance master.

Although the old man Fu does not know which general of the folded family is the owner of this lance, the old man can be 80% sure that this lance is genuine, and Bei Hai's photography skills are not very good, but the details are clear at a glance, and there is no professional photography fancy. This is a little bit of energy, and the old man thinks that he still has it.

Of course, 10,000 yuan is too little, even if there are few people who play with weapons, but a Song lance will cost at least two or three hundred thousand. When you meet a master with a heart, millions are not impossible, and collecting is to see your preferences! If you like something, it's worth the price, and if you really don't like it, it's worthless to you.

The reason why Old Man Fu gave 10,000 yuan was because Bei Hai jumped directly into the store like this and still paid a young man who owed the slaughter, so if he didn't start at this time, when would he wait! As for reminding Bei Hai earlier, it was just to gain favor and make himself look quite sincere, but in fact, he was treacherous.

To say that 10,000 yuan is more than Bei Hai's expectations, but someone bought it, and what kind of horse lance is it, Bei Hai's heart is a little reluctant. This is the same as the baby eating more fragrant, a thing is a good thing if someone wants it! It seems a little reluctant to exchange a good thing for 10,000 yuan, and Bei Hai began to hesitate a little in his heart again.

"Then I'll think about it!" Bei Hai said to Old Man Fu.

Old man Fu nodded and said: "There are few people who want weapons, if you like to keep the collection, you can also keep it, if you want to make a move, the price can rise a little, but it is one or two thousand long, and if we have more, we will have no place to sell it."

After speaking, the old man left Shi Shiran, but before leaving, he gave the clerk who came with him a look.

"If you want to make a move, then bring it over and let's talk face to face" The clerk looked at Bei Hai and was leaving, with a smile on his face, handed over the business card, and then asked for Bei Hai's phone number, and sent Bei Hai to the door. It wasn't until I watched Bei Hai walk more than ten meters away that he turned around and went back to the store, and the etiquette was very thoughtful.

After going out and walking around, Bei Hai remembered that the small ingots he had in hand had not been changed, and he went to two more houses and exchanged more than 20,000 yuan for nearly 30,000 yuan as gold, and then turned back to Du He.

"When do you always call?" As soon as the clerk went back, he went to the back hall, in Old Man Fu's room.

Old man Fu lay on the rocking chair and put the book in his hand on the coffee table, grabbed the purple sand pot and took a sip: "Wait a week before playing, it's too early to make this kid think we are in a hurry!" I didn't expect a kid who was dressed like asking for food, and he still had a folded horse lance in his hand, and he didn't know how to save it, which is incredible."

"Isn't it a little too late?" The clerk asked again: "You really have good eyesight, that's it!" ”。

"You look at the kid's dress, his clothes are just a few dozen dollars of stall goods, and he is not very rich at first glance. Maybe you're in a hurry to use the money, and if you're lucky, you'll be able to get this thing for up to 13,000! 10,000 yuan is really a lot in the eyes of these people" Old man Fu squinted his eyes and shook the rocking chair again: "Young people must learn to hold their breath!" ”。

The clerk scratched his head and said, "Aren't I afraid that he will go to another house!" ”。

Old man Fu didn't answer when he heard this, so he just closed his eyes directly, stretched out his withered old hand and slapped it on his knee.

The old man didn't expect that the turtle in his eyes is no longer a domestic turtle, it is now an American turtle, and it is also a turtle that will sit on the at seven o'clock tomorrow night, and the old man's abacus is doomed to fail.