A lot of things on these antique shops are not right, and although I haven't studied them too deeply, my instincts have always been accurate.

I've seen so many treasures from the tomb that I can subconsciously distinguish some things.

Of course, this is only limited to fakes with more general workmanship, and as for those that are more delicately made, they will not be able to be returned and re-made in the soil.

I stared at everything in front of me, and I couldn't be sure if the objects were real or not, and I didn't rush to do it.

In the antique industry, I want to rely on my own eyesight, even if I am not good at learning and buying fakes, there is basically nowhere to redress grievances.

Especially in a street shop like this, whether it is an invoice or a receipt, the details on it show handicrafts.

One by one, I looked at the things on these shops, and I shook my head secretly.

Some of them don't feel right, and some of them feel right, but most of the things on the street aren't rare things.

"Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

At that moment, all of a sudden, I felt an unusually strange feeling, as if I had been drawn to something by something.

Almost instantly, I turned my gaze to what looked like a fist-sized jar in front of me.

The jar in front of me had no lid on it, and it was a sealed jar made of some kind of clay.

I immediately walked over and asked the stall owner in the back.

"5000, no bargaining."

The stall owner glanced at it faintly, but didn't seem to take it to heart, and collapsed on his seat shaking his fan.

"Can I take a look?"

I stared at the jar in front of me with half-squinted eyes and spoke slowly.

"Yes, the damage will be compensated at the price."

The boss said slowly, and at the moment he spoke, I had already picked up the jar in front of me.

The jar looked very familiar, and almost the moment it came into contact, the familiar feeling became even stronger.

The surface of the jar is not a delicate thing, and it feels very rough to the touch.

But there are very clear lines on it, and it is hidden on the edge of the jar.

I stared at the jar in front of me, and the patterns carved on it were so familiar that I couldn't remember it for a while.

I don't know exactly where this jar came from, but my subconscious tells me that it's anything but ordinary.

"Boss, I bought this thing."

The antiques industry often involves large transactions, and almost every small stall will have a POS machine.

After swiping the card, I immediately took the jar in front of me.

As I walked, I also looked closely at the jar in front of me, and my brows gradually wrinkled at the jar in front of me.

"Why is it that the more you look at it, the stronger this familiar feeling becomes?"

I muttered and shook the jar gently, judging by the sound that there didn't seem to be anything in it.

But what about the sealing mud at the mouth of the jar?

The origin of this jar is unusual, and since it can make me feel familiar, it is likely that it is something that flowed from the tombs of my men a few times ago.

Never mind it.

I shook my head, since I can't think of it for a while, I'll talk about it later.

I slowly and carefully wrapped the jar and put it in my bag.

There was such a harvest at the beginning, and it seems that there will be a lot of harvest in the antique market this time.

Walking along the street little by little, I have passed more than a dozen shops before I know it, and occasionally I will go in to shop when I see some open doors.

At this moment, I saw that a stall in front of me was surrounded by people, and the dense crowd of people seemed to be watching the excitement.

What's going on up front?

A flash of confusion flashed through my mind, and I walked quickly forward.

Peeling back the people on both sides, I immediately saw a stall where a customer was arguing with a seller.

I took a close look at the object that the customer was holding in his hand, it was a gourd that looked completely jade, and it was not very large, about the size of a normal person's fist.

Judging from the items alone, the condition of this gourd in front of me can be said to be excellent, but I always feel that something is not right.

It seems that the proportions of this gourd are not very harmonious.

"Everyone gave me a comment, this guy sold my gourd, saying that it was a gift from the Ming Dynasty court, I looked for an expert, and the expert said it was fake!"

At this moment, the man holding the jade gourd in his hand shouted loudly, as if he wanted to attract everyone nearby.

"Don't talk nonsense, my gourd has a serious origin, and it was sold by the descendants of Lord Zhang, the commander of the Ming Dynasty, on my shop."

"Although my shop is small, I also have some eyesight, I know what is a fake, if you want to slander me, don't even think about it."

"This gourd is clearly not the gourd I sold you before, obviously it was transferred by you and came back to find fault."

"Look, every item I have here has a photo when it's in storage or when it's sold."

The kung fu seller who said that he took out his mobile phone, clicked on the album of the mobile phone, and found a folder called Jade Gourd, and completely opened the album inside.

There are more than a dozen photos in the album, all of which are taken around various angles of the jade gourd.

Six of them were taken in the room, and the other six were taken in the shop.

It should be taken as evidence when it changes hands.

At this moment, the man in front of him kept enlarging the content of the picture inside.

The content of the picture is clearly displayed in the eyes of everyone around it.

Although the jade gourd in the album is very similar to the jade gourd in front of you, it does differ in some details.

The jade gourd in the album has a red color at the mouth of the gourd, but the man in front of him is not holding this one.

The moment they saw this picture, everyone's wind immediately reversed.

After all, this picture is not only taken of a gourd, but also the side face of the customer in front of you.

My eyes narrowed, and it was funny.

It's really the first time I've seen anything like this, and I can almost conclude that the customer in front of me isn't panicking.

I was in front at this time, and I could see that at the edge of the gourd's mouth, although there was no color in the photo, there were some special traces.

It's hard to say what these traces are, but it is very likely that they are the hands and feet of the seller.

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