Covered with a layer of patent leather, it can also be repaired, Zhang Yi was surprised.

But, of course, it can't be fixed now.

The things haven't been started yet, not to mention, there are still so many people watching, and how can the repair ability of Zhang Yi's right hand be easily revealed?

"Young man, this tube is very good, if you want it, I'll give it cheaper for you."

"How much?"

"10,000 yuan, let's ask for a whole number, and Hemeimei, how about it?"

Hearing this, Uncle Chen walked over directly.

Glancing at the pen holder, he laughed.

"The red lacquered pen holder is definitely of average material. You dare to sell 10,000 yuan, brother, are we really laymen, don't know how to do it? ”

"Brother, take a good look, just this carving, what a good thing! Moreover, this is still something from the Qing Dynasty, 10,000 yuan, which is a good deal! ”

Uncle Chen has been in the antique industry for nearly 20 years and knows this kind of cliché well.

"This carving is really okay. However, this is a stationery article, very particular about the material, your thing, painted with paint, is definitely not a famous wood. At such a price, do you think you can sell it? ”

When he said this, the shopkeeper had nothing to say.

I know I've met an expert.

Of course, the shopkeeper also knows that his own things are not valuable, and if he encounters someone who doesn't know how to do it, he may be able to make a mistake. However, it is useless to meet someone who understands it.

"It seems that both of them are experts!"

Uncle Chen smiled, Zhang Yi understood, and directly put down the pen holder, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute, both of you! Although the material of my tube is not good, the weight is still there, and the carving is also good. This red forest is about to be demolished, or will I be cheaper? ”

The two of them continued to walk outside.

"Two, old objects from the Qing Dynasty, two thousand yuan, how about it?"

It's a morning order, and the owner wants to make it too.

When Uncle Chen heard this price, he was about to leave, but Zhang Yi stopped.

"Two thousand yuan, deal!"

Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, Zhang Yi, why are you so impulsive?

However, Zhang Yi said everything, and he couldn't go back.

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, the shopkeeper finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly sent the pen holder over, and took out the QR code with a smile.

After scanning the QR code to pay, the two left the store.

Wait a little farther away.

"Xiao Yi, this thing is 2,000 yuan, it doesn't make money!"

"Uncle Chen, I think it's a good leak!"

"How can this kind of painted pen holder be leaky? Xiao Yi, let's come to pick up leaks, but we can't look at everything like leaks. ”

"Uncle Chen, if it's an ordinary wood, of course it's not a leak, what if it's Hainan Huanghuali?"

Hearing the word Haihuang, Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment.

"Joke, is Haihuang painted?"

"Maybe, what if the ancients experienced troubled times, in order to hide this precious pen holder, they deliberately brushed a layer of red paint?"

Hearing Zhang Yi say this, Uncle Chen thought about it, it seems that there is also such a possibility.

He took the pen holder from Zhang Yi's hand, indeed, it was very weighty, and ordinary wood could not reach this level. However, relying on weight alone, it is difficult to tell that this is really Huanghuali.

However, Zhang Yi just knows it himself.

When I find an opportunity to repair and remove the patent leather, I don't know how Uncle Chen will react.

"If this tube is really sea yellow and the condition is good enough, after the perfect peeling, the price may reach seven figures!"

"If you collect two thousand yuan, it will be another big leak!"

"Xiao Yi, your luck is really a bit against the sky!"

Zhang Yi smiled mysteriously, there was indeed an element of luck, but if it wasn't for his right hand identification, he wouldn't have been able to start with two thousand yuan, maybe he would have missed it.

"Uncle Chen, your cooperation just now is not bad, otherwise, I estimate that I will take it for 10,000 yuan!"

"You are not timid, you are not sure of something, dare to pay a high price?"

Zhang Yixin said, in fact, I am very sure, but I can't say this.

"Uncle, this has your credit, when the time comes, I will give you a commission!"

"Xiao Yi, we said before, come here to collect things, your own is your own, I can't take advantage of you!"

Uncle Chen knew very well what Zhang Yi said, and he was by no means casually talking, but he also knew Zhang Yi's current predicament, so he would never accept Zhang Yi's commission no matter what.

"Uncle Chen......"

"Alright, mother-in-law. You, Uncle Chen, and I are not short of money! ”

Zhang Yi knew that the words were not rough, this was true, so he nodded.

Although Uncle Chen and Zhang Yi are more than ten years apart in age, in Zhang Yi's heart, he is already his best friend. Before my friends, if I continued to talk so much, I would be a little out of sight.

"Then I'll invite Uncle Chen to dinner!"

"Well, I wrote down this meal, if it's really a big leak, I won't be polite, I will definitely kill you!"

Uncle Chen smiled and hugged Zhang Yi's shoulder.

Put away the Huanghuali pen holder and put it on the car.

Next, Zhang Yi and Uncle Chen went to look for their own things.

After all, this Honglin thrift market is so big that it is impossible for the two of them to visit all the shops in one day at the same time.

Because the news of the demolition spread.

In addition to the antique shops, the streets and alleys are full of street stalls. It is estimated that they all want to take advantage of this gimmick to be demolished and make a profit.

In fact, Zhang Yi has always felt that the probability of missing in the stall outside is higher than that in the antique shop.

In antique shops, real things are often very expensive, and even if they are demolished, it is definitely impossible for these things to be reduced in price.

And the Huanghuali pen holder that Zhang Yi received just now can only be said to have been lucky, and that kind of opportunity can be described as very rare.

Therefore, Zhang Yi decided to abandon the antique shop directly and target the stalls.

There are more things on the stalls than in antique shops.

There are also a lot of old things, but some worthless small objects are the mainstay.

Along the way, there are almost no that can be seen. However, after the street in front and turn right, it is a relatively deserted area.

In front of it, because it's a dead end, there is not much foot traffic, and there are usually no people setting up stalls there.

However, when Zhang Yi passed, he found an elderly man sitting on a cement pier, smoking a cigarette pouch while looking left and right.

There were very few people passing by, and most of them didn't take a second look at his stall.

And there are very few things on his stall.

There are only a dozen pieces in total.

The more this happened, the more Zhang Yi's interest was aroused, and he walked over and squatted down in front of the stall. The most attractive thing in this stall of the old man is a statue of Buddha.

Zhang Yi still knows a little about Buddha statues, after all, his father Zhang Guoshan has studied this before, and he is also familiar with it.

With just one glance, he knew.

This Buddha statue is a statue of Amitayus Buddha.

Seeing it, Zhang Yi immediately thought of the scene that happened in Zhang's villa a few days ago. The one given by Zhang Jinlong is the Buddha of Amitayus.

Of course, this kind of statue is very popular in the market, so there are many fakes. Zhang Yi didn't have much hope, but just took a brief look.

However, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that this thing seemed to be right.

Whether it is the open face of the Buddha statue or the kind of ripe old pulp, there is a sense of historical inheritance.

Is it true?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi decisively used the identification ability of his right hand.