The next morning, Luo Ping went to the only antique market in Jiangcheng - the antique street on Chongming Road, and still carried the 800 yuan in his pocket in exchange for the cigarette of the Yellow Crane Tower.

Luo Ping decided to try his luck here, if he could pick up a leak and find one or two antique fragments, then "Spring Rain" would be repaired.

Standing at the corner of the street and looking at the past, the flow of people is like weaving, the streets are crowded with people setting up stalls, and behind them are antique and antique stores, like what jade workshop, Mo Xiang Zhai, you can't see the end at a glance.

In recent years, the collection fever has gradually spread from the prosperous areas of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou to the central city of Jiangcheng, which is in the ascendant. The news that someone picked up a big leak and got rich overnight continues to attract countless people to join this industry, and they dream of getting rich overnight almost every day, but they suffer great pain in the eyes again and again.

Luo Ping squeezed forward little by little with the flow of people, stopped in front of each stall to look at it for a while, and touched the broken utensils twice. It's a pity that there is not a real thing that disappoints him.

It seems that most of these stalls are deceptive, Luo Ping took a look at those stores and decided to go inside to have a look.

At this time, there happened to be a store called "Pincixuan" where many people gathered, Luo Ping stood on the periphery and watched for a while, it turned out that someone had taken something over and wanted to make a move, and the onlookers were gossiping and commenting.

"Good thing, Qianlong pastel, there was a thing like this that was auctioned for a high price of 20 million last year."

"I don't see it really, the glaze is too bright, I don't know if the base is there."

……

"Hello, young man!"

Luo Ping looked back, and an old man with glasses behind him looked at him with a smile.

Isn't this the old man Zheng Hai brought back yesterday?

"Hello, Mr. Liu." , Luo Ping smiled at him.

"Well, are you interested in going in and having a look?"

Luo Ping was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the name "Pincixuan" on his business card yesterday was not it, and he suddenly realized.

"Oh, that's your shop, that's nice."

After a brief greeting, Luo Ping followed him to the back hall, and the person who wanted to sell something in front of him just now also walked in.

A few people sat down, and Liu Lao took the blue and white porcelain vase in the man's hand and looked at it carefully.

A few minutes later, he put the porcelain vase on the table and said to Luo Ping with a smile: "Xiao Luo, you can also take a look." ”

Luo Ping secretly complained, this porcelain vase is complete, there is no trace of repair, it is impossible for him to absorb wealth from it, let alone identify the authenticity.

However, Luo Ping has never been stage frightened, nodded with a smile, and carefully held the porcelain vase in front of him.

This is a pastel porcelain vase with a thin neck and a broad belly, painted with flower and bird patterns, and the glaze is irregularly distributed with small pieces, which is very exquisite.

Luo Ping quietly put the palm of his right hand on the surface of the bottle, and sure enough, there was no reaction, he secretly figured out the words in his heart, but listened to the conversation between Liu Lao and the owner.

"What price are you going to sell this thing?" Liu Lao asked the owner.

"You're the boss here. This thing of mine is handed down from my ancestors, and in order to make a move, I also looked for an expert, saying that it was something that came out of the palace of the Qianlong Dynasty, called a pastel flower pattern bottle, and the stock is very small. I'm in a hurry to use the money now, so I won't open a high price, 200,000. ”

Liu Lao turned his head and asked Luo Ping again, "Xiao Luo, what do you think?" ”

"Hehe, Liu Lao, I won't tell you, I don't know much about porcelain, and I mainly want to open my eyes with you today. However, "

Before he finished speaking, Luo Ping inadvertently held the bottom of the bottle with his right hand, and suddenly, a cool air flow flowed from the bottom of the bottle into his palm, and at the same time, a voice sounded in his head.

"Two hundred and fifty-six years, fifty-eighth, etc."

Luo Ping was stunned for a moment.

"Could it be that this thing has never been damaged, but it doesn't react when it touches the bottle?"

calculated the age, 256 years ago was exactly the twentieth year of Qianlong, which is something of the Qianlong Dynasty.

Luo Ping hurriedly let go of his right hand, stuck it on the bottle again, and wiped it all the way down, until he reached the bottom base, and only then did he feel the cool airflow on his hand.

Luo Ping suddenly understood. It seems that the base of this thing is real, but the upper half is a descendant, and it is likely that it was spliced back recently. Luo Ping was secretly happy in his heart, this is exactly what he is looking for, the value of this thing is the seventh class, he absorbed part of his wealth just now, but he withdrew his palm in time, there should be a large part of it left, if he can get it, then there is hope for repairing "Spring Rain Map".

He gently placed the porcelain vase on the table and smiled at Liu Lao, who was looking at him expectantly.

"I think only the base is from the Qianlong period." Luo Ping said confidently.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." The owner looked very annoyed, "If you don't buy it, if you don't buy it, I'll go to the next one." ”

"In this market, no one will spend 200,000 yuan on your thing. Although you have a base for this thing, and from the place where the base is worn, it is indeed a thing of the Qianlong Dynasty, but the traces of the old bottle surface are obvious, and people who play ancient porcelain can see it at a glance. ”

Luo Ping nodded secretly, like Liu Lao, who is a person who really plays ancient porcelain, not like he only knew it by relying on the Pixiu in his hand, but he only looked at it for a few minutes and understood, it was really amazing!

After listening to Liu Lao's words, the owner's face turned blue and white for a while, and he didn't argue, he picked up the porcelain vase with an old face and walked out.

"Hey, you wait." Luo Ping suddenly called out to the man, "I bought your bottle for 200 yuan, whether you can sell it or not." ”

The man was originally overjoyed, but after hearing this, he snorted coldly and walked out.

Luo Ping smiled at Liu Lao, "I think this bottle is very beautiful, it's better to take it back for flower arrangement." ”

Of course he won't tell the truth, if he wants to take that bottle back to absorb the wealth inside, then it's no wonder that others don't think of him as crazy.

"Haha, it's okay, I have a lot of bottles like this here, you can pick a few later." Liu Lao looked very bold, and asked people to bring tea, and while beckoning Luo Ping to drink water, he asked, "Xiao Luo, I didn't expect you to have good eyesight, how long have you been playing with antiques?" ”

"Hehe, it didn't take long, all the calculations, and I studied with Chen Lao for seven or eight months."

"Oh! Seven or eight months to have such an eyesight is amazing! ”

Luo Ping's words made Liu Lao seem very surprised, because in the antique industry, generally speaking, without three or five years of repeated practice, there is no eyesight at all, if you want to be able to identify the authenticity at a glance, you have to have seven or eight years of fire, and if you want to go to the next level, you have to rely on personal understanding.

Luo Ping's face was slightly red, and he said a few words modestly, saying that he was just a beginner, and he just made a mistake just now, and asked Chen Lao for some knowledge of ancient porcelain.

The two chatted for a while, and Liu Lao heard that Luo Ping was a sophomore, and when he stayed in school during the summer vacation to prepare for some part-time jobs, he warmly invited him to his store.

"Xiao Luo, I won't tell you, there are really not many talented young people like you, and I am also happy to see the old man. I believe that as long as you are willing to work hard, you will be able to take charge on your own in a year or two. ”

This invitation can be said to be in Luo Ping's arms, so he cheekily agreed. However, since I still have to go to tutor the little fat man in the afternoon, I made an appointment to come to the store every morning.

When he came out of the "Pincixuan", Luo Ping was still holding a porcelain vase with a beautiful appearance in his hand. It's just that although it looks exquisite, it is a complete fake, and it is perfect for flower arrangement.

The time was close to noon, the sun was poisoning, Luo Ping was looking around in the crowd, and Zuihou finally saw the owner just now at the corner of the street, still holding his fake Qianlong pastel bottle, with a depressed face.

Luo Ping was overjoyed in his heart, and walked towards him quietly, and when he passed by, Luo Ping pretended to have just seen him and shouted.

"What, you haven't sold this bottle yet?"

The man looked back and saw Luo Ping, a flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and asked, "It's you, do you want to buy it?" I don't want 200,000 anymore, I'll sell you 20,000. ”

Luo Ping shook his head with a smile, "Your thing was originally worth some money on the base, but unfortunately, the person who repaired it had made the original gap in the base out of shape in order to match the bottle." Now I don't say 20,000, it's 200, and I don't see anyone willing to ask for it. ”

After coming out of Liu Lao, he ran all over the large and small porcelain shops on this street with a porcelain vase, and none of them wanted it. Later, he lowered the price to 2,000, but he met a little girl who said that she was willing to spend 100 yuan to buy back the flower arrangement, and he was so angry that he wanted to smash the bottle in his hand.

Luo Ping saw that he seemed to be hesitating, and he quickly said: "It's not easy for you to run around on such a hot day, so let's do it, if you are willing to sell, I will still pay two hundred, and it is not bad to buy it back as a vase." ”

After waiting for a while, the man sighed and seemed to pause suddenly.

"In order to buy this thing, I spent a few months frugally, and finally saved 20,000 yuan, but I didn't expect it to be a fake. Forget it, two hundred is two hundred, and I will never touch these things again. ”

Luo Ping hurriedly took out two hundred yuan and happily held the fake in his hand.

Returning home quickly, Luo Ping ignored Xu Ting's surprised gaze, ran directly to his room upstairs, locked the door, and then put "Spring Rain" and Qianlong pastel porcelain vases side by side.

I silently recalled the method of repair.

Nervously, he pressed his left hand on the hole in the "Spring Rain Picture", and slowly placed his right hand on the base of the porcelain vase.

There are words in the mouth: "mend, mend ......"