Today is Saturday again, Wen Yiming got up early and went out to Wenwan Street, where there are several bracelet processing shops, and made the Venus red sandalwood that was leaked last time.

"Brother, it's been a long time since I've seen such good material!"

The master looked at the red sandalwood material and sighed: "Now there are many new materials, few old materials, and artificial fakes abound!

Wen Yiming nodded, he might have been excited before, but recently his eyes have been opened, and he has become accustomed to red sandalwood, so he asked the master to start cutting the ingredients and turn them into beads as soon as possible.

A busy meal, almost before noon to get everything done, the harvest is not small. Two strings are full of Venus bracelets, three strings are half full, and the rest are also high-density, strings of high-quality products.

Wen Yiming put away two strings full of gold stars, and gave one string to Zhao Lao, which was regarded as a meeting gift. The other string is brought by myself first, and I have nothing to play with. The others changed hands and were sold, and 18,000 were credited!

Now tens of thousands of dollars are really a small fight for him, yesterday he got a piece of Nha Trang Huang Qinan, Ling Yuxin just got it from the auction, eighteen grams, one million and two million!

70,000 per gram! 100 gold per gram!

He and Zhao Lao studied for a whole day, this kind of best is hard to find, and he naturally can't let it go. The vision is getting higher and higher, and the incense master is really not an ordinary person!

There are 450,000 yuan in his pocket, and the rent is due in two days, so he can rent a good house near Yaxiangju directly, so that it will be convenient to go back and forth later. After a period of time, I sent money home, saying that it was a salary, so that my parents could rest assured.

Wen Yiming finished eating at noon, and slowly came to the antique city, he didn't dare to come without money before, but now his sense of smell is getting more and more keen, maybe he can pick up the leak.

Zhongzhou Antique City was founded in 1997, a four-storey large shopping mall, including antiques, arts and crafts, collectibles and other varieties of business projects. With more than 500 merchants, more than 1,000 employees, 20,000 square meters of trading space and ancillary facilities, it is one of the largest antique markets in China.

The first floor is the jade and wood handicrafts business area, the second floor is mainly engaged in antiques and miscellaneous pieces, the third floor is calligraphy and painting art, the fourth floor is the high-end jade street, and the fifth floor is the Yongchang porcelain village exhibition hall and the weekend flea market. The north side of the building belongs to the free trade area, specializing in calligraphy and painting mounting, large porcelain and rare books.

Today is Saturday, there are stalls, there are a lot of people, Wen Yiming starts to turn from the first floor, here are all sitting business, entering the door does not greet guests, all by eyesight.

Regular customers are trading in private, and the counters are basically handicrafts, and the oldest is the Republic of China, so there is nothing to look at. Wen Yiming has also read a lot of information in ordinary times, his theoretical knowledge is okay, he has no actual combat ability, the porcelain and jade water is too deep, and his purpose is still wood.

I turned around and asked a few times, and the thing was real, but the price was also high. It's not stupid to be able to open a shop here, and the chance of picking up a leak is too low, so you can simply go straight to the fifth floor and try your luck at the stall.

Wen Yiming began to sigh at his wisdom in learning incense, three points of eyesight and seven points of luck! Even if a national treasure appraisal master comes to the stall, it is impossible to pick up the leakage successfully every time, at most it is cheap, and it is already very good to make a difference.

There are many stalls, selling everything, from bronze porcelain to stamps and coins.

There are all kinds of players, from the elderly to the young people in their twenties, although the antique craze has passed, and the market is not as hot as in previous years. But the Central Plains is a major cultural province with a profound heritage, so people come and go, and there is an endless stream.

The air is full of all kinds of smells, and Wen Yiming can basically control the sense of smell now, but everything good must have a strange fragrance, and he is engrossed in constantly looking for opportunities, hoping that he will have a little better luck today.

"Huh?"

Wen Yiming walked and looked, all the way down to find nothing, walked to the northwest corner, suddenly nose moved, followed the smell to a stall.

The stall owner, in his fifties, dressed in shabby clothes, sat listlessly on a bench with a black cloth in front of him, on which seven or eight things were placed.

Wen Yiming picked up an old yellowed book and asked, "Uncle, how do you sell this?"

"One hundred!" the old man saw that the business came to the door, quickly cheered up, and began to introduce: "Young man, you really have a vision, don't look at me with few things here, but every one of them is a family heirloom......

"Don't ...... Don't!" Wen Yiming quickly interrupted, frowned, and said: "The antique shop can't listen to stories the most, you just ask, eight out of ten families here say that they are ancestors, and there are still people who believe this?"

"I ......"

The old man's face turned pale, he sighed dejectedly, sat down slowly, looked at Wen Yiming, and said with a wry smile: "Hey, you're right, who still believes such words now!"

"Young man, whether you believe it or not, I have everything handed down from my ancestors here! The old man has no ability, so he can only sell the things left by his ancestors, I have no face!"

Wen Yiming looked at the old man's eyes and turned red, this is the rhythm of crying? Quickly changed the topic and said: "Don't be discouraged old man, who hasn't encountered a hurdle yet?" I see that the things here are all old objects, such as this Guan Gong, elm's, right?"

After speaking, he picked up a wood carving, it was black and dirty, and after a closer look, he found that it was actually Guan Erye!

"Good eyesight, it's elm!" the old man took Guan Gong and stroked it gently: "This is an object left by my grandfather, and it has been in my house for at least seventy or eighty years. Before my grandfather passed away, he pointed to the statue of Guan Gong when he was dying, muttering in his mouth, and finally he didn't close his eyes when he died!"

Wen Yiming nodded secretly after hearing this, this is right! He took Guan Gong and frowned: "The thing is an old object, but the quality is too poor, and there are still traces of being burned here?

"This ......"

The old man's face turned red, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "It's all my fault, the little grandson didn't look at it and threw it into the coal stove, so he ......"

"Three hundred!" Wen Yiming waved his hand, stood up and pointed at Guan Gongdao: "I want three hundred!"

"It's only three hundred?" the old man shook his head and said reluctantly, "It's too little, isn't it? It's also a hundred and ten years old object, at least eight hundred!"

"Then keep it for yourself!" Wen Yiming snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave, and said as he walked: "Eight hundred, who do I think will want a piece of rotten wood?"

"You...... Wait!"

The old man took a deep breath, shouted violently, and said helplessly: "One price, six hundred!"

Wen Yiming said firmly: "Three hundred and five, not a penny more!"

The old man gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Give money!"

Wen Yiming slowly took out the money, handed it to the old man, picked up Guan Gong and walked away. went downstairs directly, waved a taxi, got in the car and couldn't help but look back to see that there was no one, so he breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the black Guan Erye and smirked.

"Little brother, did you miss it?"

The driver probably encountered this situation a lot, looked at the black wood in Wen Yiming's hand that he didn't know anything, and was puzzled: "What are you?"

"Rosewood!" Wen Yiming was like a treasure holding a wood carving, and said excitedly: "A real century-old material!"