The day after returning to the city, Yang Fan started to work.

After returning this time, he no longer just went to work, but began to work hard to learn about the knowledge of antique identification.

He bought a lot of books on this aspect by himself, and then compared them with the objects in the antique shop one by one, and after work, he would also appear in the ghost market and Uncle Yang's shop, not to look at those things at random, to check the theoretical knowledge in his mind.

There is no way, Li Changgeng is unwilling to teach, and Liu Yutang does not have time in the store every day, so he can only study by himself.

However, Liu Yutang also saw his efforts, and Liu Yutang still appreciates this kind of highly talented and willing to work hard.

So on the tenth day of Yang Fan's self-study, Liu Yutang brought him an old notebook.

The slightly yellowed paper on it shows its age.

Liu Yutang told him that this was the appraisal experience written by his teacher Zhang Qingshan when he entered the industry, and mailed it to him for him to study.

Yang Fan was so happy that he held it in his hand and watched it whenever he had time, since he absorbed the warm current six times in Liu Yutang's house last time, Yang Fan found that not only his body has become stronger, but his brain has also become more flexible.

The next day, when Yang Fan felt that he had memorized this experience, he couldn't wait to go to the ghost market again after work in the evening.

Because he has been to the ghost market a lot in the past few days, Yang Fan saw a new stall at the entrance of the ghost market at a glance, and it should be the first time to come out of the stall here.

In order to test how well he learned, Yang Fan tried not to concentrate himself, and swept around the stall at random.

After glancing around, Yang Fan flattened his mouth, and there was nothing that could be seen.

"Little brother, what kind of stuff do you want? We have a lot of treasures in this stall, let me introduce you to them? ”

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties who looked relatively smooth, and he looked at Yang Fan with a look of hope at this time, as if thinking that Yang Fan could open a show for him.

"I'd like to find a good thing or two, but what you have here doesn't fit my eyes!"

Yang Fan shook his head and said, the implication is that everything here is a fake, and none of them are eye-catching.

The stall owner was not annoyed at all, gave a thumbs up and said:

"The little brother has such a high eyesight, good eyesight!"

This sentence made Yang Fan a little curious, Yang Fan said that it was not right, to put it bluntly, it meant that the stalls were full of fakes and no good objects.

However, the stall owner bluntly said that Yang Fan has high vision and good eyesight, which is to admit in disguise that the things on his stall are really not good.

"But, the baby is still there, it depends on whether you eat it or not!"

The stall owner glanced Yang Fan up and down as he spoke, smiled and didn't say more.

"Haha, if there is more money, there is no problem with tens of millions."

Yang Fan naturally heard the meaning of the other party's words, and also replied with a chuckle.

"Well, that's it!"

The stall owner smiled mysteriously and took out a milky white porcelain cup from under the stall, which was about the same size as the current disposable paper cup.

"Come, little brother, you are also a knowledgeable person, palm eyes?"

Saying that, the stall owner was so unprepared that he handed the porcelain cup directly to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to pick it up, but the stall owner let go in advance, and the porcelain cup fell to the ground.

But it collided with the boss's hand that was also fished out, and it happened to be different from the porcelain cup.

The porcelain cup fell directly to the ground and broke into small pieces.

"Damn, the most valuable thing in my TM hand, this is Song Dynasty white porcelain!"

Seeing this, the boss exclaimed directly, squatted on the ground, picked up the fragments of the porcelain cup, looked at Yang Fan and said:

"Little brother, what do you think is going to be good?"

"What is there about this for me to see? It's none of my business. ”

Yang Fan shrugged his shoulders and said innocently, this line of work is about buying and leaving, from your hand to my hand, the bad in your hand is naturally yours, I didn't want to buy it, what does it have to do with me?

Besides, Yang Fan's hand didn't even touch the porcelain cup, so the stall owner let go in advance, what does he care?

At this time, because of the exclamation of the stall owner, many people who went to the ghost market heard the movement and gathered around to see the excitement.

The stall owner immediately said to everyone with an aggrieved face:

"Guys, you give me a comment, this kid came to my stall to look at things, saying that the things on the stall are not right in the eye, I didn't say anything, took out my treasure, this is the white porcelain of the Song Dynasty! Give him a slap in the face.

As a result, this kid didn't hold it steady when he took the white porcelain, and he broke it for me, and I didn't think he could compensate all according to the price, but I just asked him how to deal with it, but he was good, and he actually came to say something about him, is there such a thing? ”

"Hey, young man, this is not authentic for you, from his hand to your hand, your hand slipped and broke something, you always have to compensate others, if you follow the old rules, the stall owner can chop your hand, you know?"

An older man, who looked to be in his seventies, said to Yang Fan with a preachy look.

"That's right, today's young people really don't talk about the rules at all, and they make mistakes and talk about their own, it's really unusual!"

"That's it, it's getting harder and harder to do in the industry now, it's because the newcomers who are pouring in now don't understand the rules, and there are those guys who pick up leaks, and they are doing some bad things that harm others and themselves!"

"You're always right, some time ago I didn't have a good look at a thing, just negotiated the price and was ready to pay, but those bastards came over to make trouble, and they had to raise the price to buy that thing, and finally the stall owner said that he didn't want to come out of anything!"

"Hey, guys, guys! Let's not talk about those, the current thing is that this kid fell on my white porcelain of the Song Dynasty, how to solve it? ”

The stall owner saw that everyone was getting farther and farther away, so he hurriedly walked out and interrupted.

"Needless to say, just twist him and go to the yamen, and when the time comes, let the catcher beat him well, and let him compensate according to the price!"

"That's it, people with such bad rules, they don't need to talk to him about anything, they can explain everything in the yamen."

"I think so, maybe this kid deliberately broke the white porcelain for you, this kind of person hurts others and is not good for himself, and they are happy when others are unlucky!"

Accounts differ and opinions vary.

"I don't think there's any need for that, take a step back, the price of this white porcelain should be about 400,000, you all have the responsibility, each hit 50 boards, let this young man compensate you 200,000, even if this matter is like this, do business and make money, what do you think?"