When he arrived at the Confucius Temple, Gao Ming proposed to take a look at them separately first, and if he had anything to make up his mind, he would call Song Jun again, and Song Jun also understood that this guy actually wanted to show off in front of Yue Xiaoxian, so he agreed without thinking about it.

Song Jun wandered around the Confucius Temple with the bustling crowd for a long time, but he couldn't see any decent gadgets.

I have seen a lot of snuff bottles, but they are just the kind of small things that cost tens or hundreds of dollars, and they are not worth a few dollars. At this time, Song Jun noticed that in a secluded corner, he saw a stall covered with blue cloth, on which there were a few good-looking snuff bottles, but the things looked a little new, so few people paid attention.

In addition to the snuff bottles, the rest of this stall is two pieces of porcelain, a bronze abacus, and a few copper coins, which can be regarded as a simple stall.

And Song Jun can be sure that this stall owner must have just entered this industry, otherwise, he would not know the truth of matching sales. This is actually an unwritten unspoken rule in the antiques market.

Generally speaking, whether it is a shop or a stall, these local party antiques, gold, stone and jade, calligraphy and painting, calligraphy, bronze, porcelain, etc., and even some have stamps, food stamps, cigarette labels or something.

This thing, in fact, means that you don't like porcelain, you can play with jade, no matter how bad it is, look at the copper coin cigarette label or something, right?

Therefore, this kind of diversified rule has become a habit, but the stall owner in front of him has not done this, it seems that the honest farmer, wearing an azure cotton coat and a copper face, looks like the kind of person who works hard. I don't have any relationship with the stall owners around me, and I don't greet customers.

Even when someone asks for a price, they hesitate to say what the price is. Song Jun watched from the side for a while, and at this time, he basically concluded that this stall owner was the kind of rookie who had just entered the industry.

In fact, Song Jun also had a guess, maybe it was a migrant worker on a nearby construction site or something, digging up the ancient tomb, so he took these things in exchange for some money to spend.

Song Jun picked up one of the snuff bottles that seemed to be carved from ivory, and it looked a little yellow, and after smelling it, Song Jun realized that no one was coming to this small stall.

The stall owner is one thing, but these things of the stall owner are not very authentic.

This ivory snuffbox actually you have the smell of soy sauce. And looking at the color on the outside of the snuffbox, it is also soy sauce colored.

Now Song Jun had a plan in his heart, so this snuffbox said: "How much is this snuff bottle." ”

The peasant smiled and said: "I have paid for the things, if you sincerely want it, I will give you 1,500 yuan, this is something used by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, it is very precious, and there is no such thing in the Forbidden City." ”

Song Jun was amused when he heard it, and everything the emperor used was a treasure, so he took the snuffbox and said: "How did the things used by the emperor get into your hands, and it is still one thousand and five, the price is too high, this thing is not worth the price at all." ”

Actually, Song Jun is quite satisfied with this thing, but it is absolutely impossible to say how much money the other party said, then how much it is. In case, Song Jun agreed to this price very happily, but as a result, the other party thought that his asking price was too low, and he suffered a loss, so he regretted not selling, and Song Jun suffered a loss.

Don't underestimate the cunning of the peasants, although they may not understand that antiques are so profitable, but at such a time, it does not prevent them from observing words and feelings.

This peasant didn't do it, and when he heard Song Jun's words with ridicule and suspicion, he immediately swore and said: "Whoever lies is raised by Wang Ba, when did my Lao Zhang tell a lie, you go and inquire, within a radius of dozens of miles, I am also the master of a pit with a mouthful of spit." I owe thirty-eight yuan to the restaurant, and I also gave it to him, what we are asking for is a cold peace of mind.

When he said this, Lao Zhang's momentum obviously dropped.

It's no longer as impassioned as it was just now. Zuihou said honestly: "Actually, this thing is not mine, it turned out to be our contractor, and later, the account was credited to me." ”

It turned out that, according to the migrant worker, he was a migrant worker at a nearby construction site, the kind of steel worker who tied the steel cage. Originally, he followed the contractor here in his hometown to earn some money back, but as a result, an ancient tomb was dug up on the construction site, but at the beginning, there was not much news, and the contractor suppressed the matter.

As a result, the boss's money could not be turned, the construction site was stopped, and the migrant workers naturally asked for their own wages.

Recently, the government has been very tight about the arrears of wages for migrant workers, and the contractor does not dare to call the police, and he has to pay the police if he reports to the police. Moreover, if you don't do it, you have to spend money to build up official relationships.

Therefore, the contractor planned to go private, so more than a dozen people received their wages and went home to harvest wheat happily.

Lao Zhang was more unlucky, and when it was Zuihou's turn, there was not enough money. The foreman said that there was no money for life or death, and even if he was killed, there was no money now, so he gave Lao Zhang a bag of antiques, saying that it was made from the ancient tomb and offset part of Lao Zhang's wages.

Lao Zhang is a farmer, at this time, what kind of antiques do you want, the serious thing is that it is more practical to ask for money, so I inquired and said that it was an antique market here in Confucius Temple, and Lao Zhang came with something.

This is already the second day, during which a stall owner said that he gave him 800 yuan and kicked it, Lao Zhang asked what was the matter and kicked it, and the stall owner said that it was all covered and kicked.

Although Lao Zhang is a farmer, he is not so easy to fool, so he naturally doesn't do it, so he simply pays money to set up a stall here and sells it himself.

The blue cloth on the stall is actually the apron of the cook in the room, but Lao Zhang, the temporary antique stall owner's business, is not very good, today is the second day, and there is a thing to sell, now I see that Song Jun is really interesting, and I can't help but complain in front of Song Jun, saying how difficult it is for me or something.

Song Jun shook the snuffbox and said: "It's not easy for you, it's not easy for others, look at what you do, there is a smell of soy sauce, this is an antique market, not a sauce shop, this thing, when you see others, you will not be interested, how many people can you attract to come." ”

Lao Zhang looked at the big bottle in Song Jun's hand, and immediately hung his head and said: "This thing, in fact, is really a soy sauce bottle, when the ancient tomb was dug at that time, the chef was also on the scene, so he picked up the bottle and went back to hold the soy sauce." Later, the contractor saw it and asked him to come back. ”