The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the Chongyang Festival has not yet arrived, and the business of the Liuli Factory, the largest antique street in Beijing, is booming.

The glaze factory was originally the site of the royal official kiln, and the safflower society made a big fuss in Beijing that year, but all those who could be smashed were not let go, and the glaze factory also suffered.

After the imperial court suppressed the Red Flower Society, the glaze factory was merged into the porcelain kiln, and it was under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, and the original site became a place for the people to buy and sell antique jade.

Liuli factory three religions and nine streams gathered, things are true and false, trading is all based on personal eyesight, pay attention to one hand to pay money and one hand delivery, things are not responsible for leaving the stall. There are often customers who take away the so-called unique products with their front feet, and the stall owners take out the same ones with their back feet.

Today, the glaze factory is more than fake, the sky is asking for prices, many people who don't know the depth of the shallow come here most of them have to pay tuition, even experienced veterans, it is inevitable to take a look, buy one or two fakes back.

For example, Liu Heng's father is very keen to visit the stalls here, thinking that with the eyesight accumulated in the business for many years, he can pick up the leaks, but the tuition fee is paid one after another, but he rarely finds the real thing, but it is better to go directly to the auction house to be cost-effective.

Liuli factory to the inside, is a whole row of antique shops, this kind of shop is often expensive, but can not find good things, things are mixed, the transaction is signed and drawn, never write which dynasty and which generation of what objects, only said that it is a decorative ornament, even if you buy a fake, you can only recognize the frieze.

The dynasty has a rule that it is only allowed to buy and sell things within a thousand years, and then how much has to be weighed.

There are policies and countermeasures, even if the laws are strict, they still can't stop some people from taking risks, and some shops that seem to be operating legally are secretly doing the business of reselling cultural relics.

The timid ones are a little less courageous, and they pour some things from the Tang and Song dynasties, most of which are sold to regular customers, and the bold, the bronzes are just starting, and the ones in the imperial palace and mausoleum dare to get out.

There is a shop called Treasure Pavilion at the head of the east of the glaze factory, the industry is famous for its boldness, the things in the store are unremarkable, but every once in a while there will be a secret auction, the things taken are not physical objects but photos, who wants to be in the middle, the next day will be taken back by the next day, it can be described as rampant.

The shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion is called Xie Chen, a standard businessman, wearing a pair of gold-wire glasses, a white shirt and suit pants, unlike the common philistine, plus a meticulous big back, anyone who sees it will regard him as a well-mannered scholar.

Xie Chen usually has other businesses to take care of, not often in the store, the treasure pavilion is talking to an old man, nicknamed "Fifth Uncle", even the guy who works does not know his full name, only knows the surname Du.

……

On this day, there was a wide young man in the store, dressed in a brand-name suit, with a leather bag in his armpits, bulging bags, walking step by step, and those who didn't know thought he was half paralyzed.

The guy who was cleaning saw at a glance that it was a fat sheep, and stepped forward and said:

"This master, what do you want?"

"Do you have any decent calligraphy and paintings here?"

"Look at the pictures on the wall, they are all treasures of the town, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Zongyuan, Guan Xuanzai, what do you want."

Kuo Shao stepped forward while coiling the skewers, only glanced at it, and said with disdain:

"Cut, it's all fake."

The guy did not deny it, and said with a smile and flattery:

"This lord, good eyesight."

"That is, my villa of 300 square meters on the outskirts of Beijing is full of everyone's ink treasures, and you don't need to look at the light and smell to know the truth or the fake."

The man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said:

"I won't tell you, there are indeed good treasures in the store, but I don't count if I say it, I have to ask the fifth uncle."

"Go quickly, go quickly, Ben Shao will also ask a beautiful woman to watch a movie for a while."

"Wait a minute."

The man walked quickly to the back and said to an old man who was drinking tea:

"Fifth uncle."

"Needless to say, I've heard it, is this person reliable?"

"It doesn't look like a fake."

"Give him the third one on the left-hand side of the shelf."

"Okay."

The guy took the painting back to the front hall, "Master, what do you think of this one?" ”

There was a slight sound of rolling on the other side of the wall, and after a while, the sound suddenly rose a few degrees:

"That's what you call a good baby, isn't it still a fake?"

"Yo, I'm sorry, I took the wrong one."

The man confessed, hurriedly returned to the back room, and whispered:

"Fifth uncle, you can't be fooled."

"Useless things, look at me."

The old man got up and walked to the shelf, hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up a pair of ordinary framed paintings and went to the front hall.

"Little brother, I'm sorry, the guy is not sensible, this painting can be vouched for by his personality, it is definitely genuine."

The old man opened the scroll, his eyes stared at Kuo Shao for a moment, but unexpectedly, the other party found it on the spot, and frowned:

"Old man, I'm not a, what are you staring at me?"

The old man smiled awkwardly and looked down at the scroll.

The painting is an ordinary fine brush flower and bird, it is indeed genuine, but it is not long, one or two hundred years of things, the author is a little-known little painter.

On the other side, Kuo Shao pretended to nod and said to the young man:

"You can't talk about it, give me an introduction?"

The man's smile was a little stiff, "The fifth uncle is here, so I won't get the axe." ”

"If you want to say it, you can say it." The old man's tone was flat.

"Hey, this painting, out of Tao Yi's handwriting, he is well-known in the literati world, his life is in love with the landscape, never entered the official career, although the painting is not sought after in the collection world, but the victory is in the penmanship is smart, it will definitely be bullish."

Hearing this, Kuo Shao said with disdain:

"Do you know who the master is, and I'm embarrassed to take this kind of rag out? What I want is everyone who is famous enough, and it is also magnificent to hang at home, if you don't have me, you will go to another house, it's really a waste of time. ”

The young man was about to go out as he spoke, but when the man saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him, and said:

"At first glance, you are rich and handsome, but we are stingy."

As he spoke, the man turned his head and winked at the old man, who sighed when he saw this, and arched his hand:

"Little brother, if you are offended, I will go and get the baby."

After a while, the old man took out a few more scrolls, unfolded them all on the table with his buddies, and said:

"This is the baby at the bottom of the box in our store, if the little brother is not satisfied, we can't help."

Kuo Shao stepped forward, swept his eyes one by one, and finally looked up and said:

"Things are good things, but it's a pity that either the years are not enough, or the author's name is not well-known, and he can't survive 1.8 million."

The old man frowned when he heard this, looked directly at the young man, and was about to speak, when the guy on the side took the lead and said:

"This doesn't work, that's not good, you're here to smash the field, right?"

"What's the matter, if something is not good, you won't be allowed to talk about it?"

"You follow the glass factory to inquire, who can compare to my family's goods? This is already the limit of what can be traded, and if you go any further, you will be guilty of the king's law! ”

"Other people may not have it, but you definitely do."

Kuo Shao pulled out a folding fan out of nowhere, and shook it with confidence, the guy wanted to continue stabbing him, but was stopped by the old man next to him.

"Little brother, who did you listen to about this?"

"My uncle."

"Dare to ask Uncle Ling?"

"Hu Hai."

Kuo Shao sorted out his oil head, and his arrogance was even greater, as if he had said a great name.

…… (End of chapter)