Qiao Qingtai smiled when he heard this: "Lao Zhu, your things are really good, but after all, the old man is ninety years old, and it is difficult to guarantee that some people want to use this platform to fight for treasures, I think if you see something more suitable, you should change it!" ”

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "What kind of treasure to fight? Last time when the old man was 80 years old, someone was fighting for treasures, but one of Tang Bohu's works that someone gave was a fake, and he lost face in front of his peers, and he almost lost his face after going back. Later, the old gentleman said, in the future, it is okay to give gifts, but not to fight treasures. ”

"And this kind of thing?" Qiao Qingtai was a little surprised when he heard this, and then hurriedly asked, "Lao Zhu, who hit the eye at that time?" ”

Zhu Dafu glanced at him with a smile and said, "Do you think I will say this?" ”

Qiao Qingtai smiled, he also knew that it was a bit taboo to ask like this, so he didn't ask more.

"Anyway, no matter what, I have to find a special gift, otherwise it's too ordinary, even if I don't fight the treasure, it's a bit of a waste!"

Zhu Dafu opened his mouth and said: "I said Lao Qiao, don't be so deliberate, we are all a lot old, why are we still fighting to win, just buy something that can represent your heart and give it to his old man." ”

Qiao Qingtai smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't drill the ...... of the horns."

Next, the three of them went to the stalls one by one, picking out their favorite things.

To be precise, the Chaotian Palace market can only be regarded as mainly miscellaneous items, so among the three people in Taobao here, Qiao Qingtai is the happiest.

To say that Qiao Qingtai usually seems a little anxious when he talks and does things, but when it comes to antiques. It's very patient and careful, in fact, this is normal, if you treat antiques as usual. Then he wouldn't be where he is now.

The three of them picked and chose and visited more than a dozen stalls, but found that they were all ordinary things, which made Qiao Qingtai somewhat disappointed.

Zhu Dafu put down a bamboo carved pen holder, stood up and said, "Why don't we go to my friend's store first?" ”

"Row ......"

Qiao Qingtai nodded and agreed. It's cheap to buy things at the stalls, but the probability of finding good things is much lower than in the shop. Now is not the time for him to save money.

So, Zhu Dafu led the two to his friend's shop.

Zhu Dafu's friend is called Meng Yixian, who is not young, and he is also in his fifties. He mainly likes to collect purple clay pots. However, the objects in his shop are also mainly miscellaneous items.

Among the many shops in Chaotian Palace, the location of Meng Yixian's shop is relatively poor, but there are not many shops here, and there are only about thirty in total, therefore. Even if the location of the shop pù is not good, it is not easy to rent a shop here.

The three of them had just walked to the middle of the market. Looking at the crowd of people in front of them from a distance, the three of them became curious and wanted to walk over to see what was going on.

There was a stall around the crowd, and when the three of them looked up, what surprised Zhu Dafu was that the one standing in the middle was the friend Meng Yixian he was looking for.

At this time, Meng Yixian was holding a purple clay pot, entangled with the stall owner and bargaining, the stall price was 4,000 yuan, but he refused to let go.

Because the three of them were far away, they didn't know what the value of the pot was, but the onlookers were laughing and laughing, and this formation looked as if the purple clay pot was a good thing.

When Chu Chen saw this scene, he secretly said in his heart that it was bad, he didn't know that the person inside was Zhu Dafu's friend at this time, but he knew that in this situation, if the person inside really liked the purple clay pot in his hand, he would agree to the stall owner's price.

To say, Meng Yixian is also an old man in the antique industry, and he also knows that he can't be anxious now, but just like Chu Chen thought, sometimes people are affected by the surrounding environment.

Just like now, because of the influence of the environment, he has become not very calm, and he can't figure out whether the pot is worth buying, plus he saw a bunch of people coaxing around, thinking that he had picked up a bargain, and he was afraid of being robbed, so he grabbed the pot and was reluctant to let go.

However, the more this is the case, the higher people's interest will be, no one will go away, wanting to see what the ending is like, some players, also affected by this atmosphere, feel that the purple clay pot is a good thing, and want to wait for Meng Yi not to buy it first, they will pick up the cheap.

Obviously, the atmosphere of the scene brought more pressure to Meng Yixian, and the stall owner was also an old oilman who understood the market of his own things, so it became more difficult to make a counteroffer.

At this time, Meng Yixian really wanted to find a friend to ask, he looked around, and just found Zhu Dafu and others standing on the periphery, and hurriedly asked Zhu Dafu for help.

It is difficult to deal with this kind of thing in the antique market, because the most taboo in the antique industry is to destroy other people's business, even if it is a fake, it is easy to cause disputes if it is clearly pointed out.

But then again, since his friend asked for it, of course Zhu Dafu couldn't help but help him, so he asked for a purple clay pot from Meng Yixian and looked at it carefully.

This is a well-fenced purple sand pot, this kind of pot is one of the eighteen kinds of pots designed by the famous purple sand pot master Chen Mansheng in the Qing Dynasty, of course, this purple sand pot is not made by Chen Mansheng himself, otherwise Meng Yixian would be so entangled.

However, this pot is also remarkable, the shape is atmospheric and calm, the body of the pot is engraved with the inscription of the pot "Jijing Bandit Deep, Bottle Bandit Small, Drink a Few, Always Think Good", the knife is sharp, the pen is elegant and strong, the iron pen silver hook, staggered and orderly, there is a three-point trend into the wood. From the point of view of shape and craftsmanship, it should be made in the late Qing Dynasty.

But such a purple clay pot, in terms of the current market, 4,000 is definitely not wanted, and Zhu Dafu estimates that it is only worth about 3,000 at most.

"How's it going?" Meng Yi asked first.

"It's fine, it's just a little more expensive." Although Zhu Dafu does not make a living here, he still has to abide by the rules of the antique shop, and when it comes to this, he can be regarded as doing his best.

But Meng Yixian didn't know whether he only heard the first half of the sentence, or if he was confused for a while, so he bought the thing according to the price offered by the stall owner.

Seeing this situation, Zhu Dafu had nothing to do except smile bitterly to himself. Besides, Meng Yixian just spent an extra thousand, and as long as he bought the right thing, after a while, he could make up for it if it appreciated. However, there is a limit to how much money you can spend, and if you spend a lot of money to buy it, it will be a little inappropriate.

Meng Yixian, who bought the things, was very happy, and hurriedly brought the three of them to his shop, opened the door with the key, and then invited the three of them to sit down inside, and quickly made everyone a cup of tea.

Everyone sat down, and Zhu Dafu first introduced the two sides.

Qiao Qingtai's reputation in the antique industry is not small, Meng Yixian has also heard of it, as for Chu Chen, Meng Yixian, like Qiao Qingtai, has already seen it on TV, so after Zhu Dafu's introduction, Meng Yixian immediately expressed considerable enthusiasm for the two.

Zhu Dafu took a sip of tea, and then asked a little: "I said Xiao Meng, why did you ask me to help you look at the goods just now, you don't necessarily know me among those people just now, right?" ”

It stands to reason that Meng Yixian opened a shop in the market and should have known a lot of friends, but just now he directly looked for him, which is what made Zhu Dafu curious.

Meng Yixian smiled a little bitterly: "There are indeed people I know there just now, but they are just ordinary friends, but the most important thing is that when I was with that stall owner before, I had some entanglements, if it wasn't for that pot that attracted me so much, I would definitely not buy his things." ”

Hearing this, everyone understands what's going on, you know, Meng Yixian's friends must also be mixed in this antique market, and the generation head will not look up, maybe he will do business with the stall owner in the future, if he participates in this kind of thing, the stall owner may also have opinions on Meng Yixian's friends.

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "Xiao Meng, you kid is a little unkind, our antique business is not big, what if I have something to ask him to help in the future?" ”

Although one is in the capital and the other is in Jinling, the high-end things in the antiques are limited, so what Zhu Dafu said is also possible.

Meng Yixian hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "Lao Zhu, I can't help this matter today, if you have any requirements, just mention it, I will definitely help if I can." ”

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "I'll talk about this later, I'm a little curious now, how did you settle a grudge with a stall, is it possible, who robbed the other party's business in the first place?" ”

Meng Yixian sighed and said, "Hey, speaking of which, you have to blame me for this......"

Meng Yixian was originally a teacher, because he loved history, he usually liked to collect some ancient things, and it was a hobby. In the early 80s, his relatives living in Xiangjiang came back to visit relatives, and when they saw his collection of gadgets, they immediately became interested and bought them with money.

Although the relatives only gave three hundred, at that time, this amount of money was already a huge amount. Meng Yi first saw that antiques were so profitable, and he stepped into this industry by relying on his own professional knowledge.

Later, with the understanding of antiques, he learned that the things he sold to relatives were worth at least 100,000 yuan, and they were still rice dollars. This made him heartbroken, but he also made up his mind to make a name for himself in this industry.

If you want to make achievements in the antiques industry, one of the most important conditions is that you have to have goods, where does this goods come from? At that time, in addition to going to the countryside to receive the goods himself, Meng Yixian only thought of buying goods from the hands of those shovels.

When Meng Yixian was in business, he was more atmospheric, as long as the things were right, the price was right, and sometimes he didn't bargain and bought things directly, so he was usually loved by those shovels.

Like the stall owner just now, he is a senior shovel, of course, at that time, this stall owner had just entered the industry, and he was still a newcomer, and he was also one of the vast shovelers who liked to do business with Meng Yixian. (To be continued......)