However, it is so easy to pick up leaks, especially when Lin Qingwan is following behind. The stall owner on this street either knows Lin Qingwan or has heard of her.

Originally, Xu Xian also picked out two missing gadgets, but when bargaining, the other party frequently looked at Lin Qingwan, and then refused to reduce the price.

Xu Xian also figured it out, and looked back at Lin Qingwan, "You are really familiar with this place." ”

Lin Qingwan smiled a little embarrassedly, "My grandfather is an acquaintance here. ”

Xu Xian waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go, don't follow me, I'll go shopping by myself, you go back to Hanmozhai and wait for me." ”

Lin Qingwan clenched her fists and said, "Good luck." ”

"Wait," Xu Xian pulled his sunglasses and asked, "Am I like a gentleman who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to learn?" ”

Lin Qingwan looked at him carefully, shook her head and said, "Like a local tyrant to be slaughtered." ”

Xu Xian was so angry that he took off his sunglasses, glanced at everyone, took off the suit on his body, loosened his tie, and looked at Lin Qingwan proudly.

Lin Qingwan shrank her neck and felt cold for him.

Although she knew that as a false Dan monk, he didn't feel cold, but there was a kind of coldness—everyone thought he was cold.

Didn't you see that the people in the neighborhood frequently turned their heads to look?

Lin Qingwan coughed lightly and said in a low voice: "Sect Master Xu, it's December, and it's the north wind that is blowing. “

Xu Xian glanced at her and said, "I'm poor, so poor that I can't afford to buy clothes, so I can only come to pick up and buy antiques?" ”

Lin Qingwan was speechless, and could only silently watch him walk past people in down jackets or padded jackets, one of them straightening his back in the cold wind.

Without Lin Qingwan following, Xu Xian was at home in the thrift market, and two hours later, he came back with a plastic bag containing all kinds of strange things.

There was a wooden box, a string of Buddhist beads, an urn, and a ...... Mushi.

Lin Qingwan raised her forehead, "You are really a meat and vegetarian, buy all this?" ”

Xu Xian was a little unhappy, "I also fancy several things, but their prices are too high, obviously knowing that they are genuine, and they are not willing to reduce the price for private work." ”

Lin Qingwan sighed and said: "The people who are mixed up here have not been here for more than ten years, that is also the son inheriting his father's business, and good things are rarely missed when they are in their hands, but fakes are considered genuine from time to time." ”

Xu Xian touched his chin thoughtfully.

Lin Qingwan looked at him and said, "Sect Master Xu, there are rules for this industry, don't break the rules of this industry." ”

"Can't you eat with your ability?"

"Okay, then you have to sign your name, or leave a mark to show that it's a fake." Lin Qingwan knew that Xu Xian's life was too long, and because he was bored, he learned a lot.

Grandpa Lin and Grandma Lin can imitate celebrity calligraphy and painting, Lin Qingwan remembers that when she was in junior high school, someone secretly begged to come to the door, wanting them to imitate some calligraphy and painting.

The habit of the two old people, imitations must leave traces, but the people who came to the door were unwilling to leave traces on the paintings, and Lin Su suspected that he was going to use them to make old fakes, and the matter was over.

Grandpa Lin and Grandma Lin are people with a temperamental character, but Xu Xian ......

Lin Qingwan didn't think that he also had this awareness, and besides, they imitated the calligraphy and paintings of their ancestors, and most of them imitated them from the calligraphy and paintings left by their ancestors, but this one may not have seen the original author himself.

Can't compare, can't compare.

Xu Xian's mind was broken, and he couldn't help but stare at her and said, "I am also an ancient." ”

"Calligraphy and painting are generally the value of the dead."

Xu Xian couldn't help but blow, but unfortunately he didn't have a beard, so he could only sulk by himself.

Xu Xian gave these things to Han Mo Zhai in one go, "Give me money for it." ”

When the shopkeeper saw these things, he hesitated.

Lin Qingwan nodded to him and said softly, "Just follow the rules." ”

Therefore, there is no need to lower the price, and there is no need to raise the price, just give a fair price.

It's all true, it's just that these things are not very popular, they belong to niche collectibles, and if you can meet buyers, it's okay, but if you can't, things can only be put on the shelves.

The bottom line is that these things aren't very valuable.

The shopkeeper calculated, and finally calculated 87,000 yuan, looked at Xu Xian with a smile, and asked if he was willing to pay this price.

Xu Xian bought these things, and he didn't even get 10,000 yuan in total, so he was naturally willing to give them out.

He also knew that these gadgets didn't make much money, and if they wanted to make money, they had to go to a more front-line place, or a darker place.

The money and goods on both sides were gone, and Xu Xian raised his head to Lin Qingwan, "Let's go?" ”

Lin Qingwan nodded to the shopkeeper and hurriedly followed Xu Xian, "Sect Master Xu, it's getting dark, where do you want to go next?" ”

"Where else can I go, go back to the base."

"Then let's take a taxi." In the end, you can't still squeeze the subway, and the subway doesn't go to them.

Xu Xian had no opinion, but he was a little disappointed today, and sighed: "There were not so many people in the thrift market before, and the things here are all good things, and there is basically no need to choose old things, and the price is cheap." Although there are also cheats, and even smashing, most of the good things are real things, unlike now, where one out of a hundred may not be true. It is said that it is a thrift market, but it sells new products. ”

Lin Qingwan smiled and said: "The times are different, everyone has lived well in the past few decades, and they all want to collect a little thing, there are so many things, you and I have a little bit, isn't it all over the division?" If you want to find something good, you can't just go to the auction, or you can befriend the big bosses in the market and let them sell you smuggling. ”

For example, Fang Qiu, he never puts good things on the table, there is a treasure in the store, and other good things are collected, basically only for acquaintances, or take them to auctions.

Xu Xian snorted: "I don't like to collect, what are you buying them for?" I'm going to resell it to make money. By the way, since you are familiar with this industry, then let me ask you, where is the black market in this industry, and when is it usually opened? ”

Lin Qingwan pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Xu Xian turned his head to look at her, "Lin Xiaoyou, even if you don't say it, I can find out if I live in the capital for a while longer." ”

Lin Qingwan said helplessly: "You have the ability to do it, why do you have to get involved in this?" ”

"What do you know?" Xu Xian snorted: "During this time, my disciples and grandchildren all said that the stock market and the pit market make the fastest money, but I won't be the former, the latter, haven't your special department and the cultivator association been staring at my Heavenly Evil Sect?" I, Xu Xian, are not going to do things that trap ordinary people, and the sect has lost such a big entry, of course I have to fill it up. ”

"As far as I know, most of the money earned by the disciples of the Heavenly Evil Sect has to be posted back to the sect for Zhu Qing and other Jindan and high-level foundation builders to enjoy, since Sect Master Xu has taken back the rights of the sect, then this part of the tribute should also be canceled. Even if the disciples in the sect lose some of their income, they won't ask the sect master to personally find a livelihood for them, right? ”

"Who said I was for them, I was for myself!"