A few people came to a place where a crowd of people gathered, and one of the Taoist priests set up a large stall, surrounded by many people, looking lively.

"Let's go here."

Jiang Ge's eyes flashed, and he walked over with everyone, there were many antiquities on this stall, which were obviously different from those who hung mutton and sold dog heads.

"Get out of the way, get in the way."

Suddenly, a figure forcibly squeezed him out of the way and glared at him, "Look at what you see, don't stand in the way if you don't buy it." ”

The one who spoke was a thin man with a flowing horse's face, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand and respectfully greeted an old man behind him, "President Peng, please come here!" ”

It's actually Peng Jinyuan?

Jiang Ge was slightly surprised, he didn't expect to meet this guy.

"Boss, let's clean up this guy, he doesn't understand the rules."

Seeing that their boss was frustrated, Qin Zhan and the two couldn't stand it anymore, so they directly grinned and sneered, and they were about to beat someone with their arms.

Jiang Ge hurriedly stopped, "There's no need, it's just a matter of giving up a position, let's just change the position." ”

This time he came to get down to business, and he didn't plan to cause trouble.

"Oh, it's actually Jiang Appraiser, where do you not meet in your life?"

Peng Jinyuan found out that it was Jiang Ge, and immediately put on a posture, saying that the last time he suffered a loss, it made him remember it very well, not only let himself lose face in the Antique Association, but also lost a lot of benefits.

This vendetta has caused sores on his mouth recently.

"Vice President Peng, it's really fateful!" Jiang Ge also made a perfunctory sound.

"I see what you mean is also to pick up the leaks, I don't know what the appraiser of Jiang University has taken a look at?" Peng Jinyuan smiled, looking harmless to humans and animals.

"Isn't this just here, it's not too late." Jiang Ge waved his hand.

"Okay, shall we have a company?"

"No need, I'm afraid that my little family won't be able to enter your eyes."

Jiang Ge directly refused, what kind of joke, isn't this leading the wolf into the room, how could he not know what the other party had in mind.

"Alright then, good luck." Peng Jinyuan pretended not to care, didn't bother to pay attention to Jiang Ge, and took people to look at it.

"This Taoist Three Treasures is good, I want it."

He pointed to a piece of jade glass.

Here, Jiang Ge also found a vacant seat and began to look at the things on the stall, and as soon as his red pupils opened, he instantly found a few items shrouded in the aura of time.

One is a Taoist scripture, the other is a compass, and a few inkstones and the like, but what he noticed the most was a "Eighteen Layers of Hell Map", which is a long yellowed picture, which is folded up, and only the introduction to the tongue pulling hell and scissors hell is leaked, the picture is lifelike, and there are some Taoist scriptures overview.

It's a good thing.

Jiang Ge remained silent, first picked up a volume of Taoist scriptures and browsed them, which is also one of the antiquities, a book of "Huang Ting Jing", but the book is old, even a little tattered, and even the author's name is blurred, only one Wu character remains.

"Boss, how do you sell this Taoist scripture?"

"It just so happens that my grandfather likes this kind of Taoist classics and wants to buy them back for him."

He pretended to be a dutiful son and fiddled with books at will.

"You can just look at it, this book has been here for a long time, and it has been bitten by rats."

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't seem to care about this book at all, and he didn't even look at it.

"Then five hundred!" Jiang Ge was embarrassed to quote a price.

"Five hundred yuan is not good, at least a thousand yuan, I heard that this book is a long time old, and it is also an antiquity."

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head, the Taoist scriptures are not very valuable, and he does not dare to quote a high price.

"A thousand yuan, just a book, so expensive."

Jiang Ge pretended to be unwilling and gritted his teeth, "Forget it, if you buy it for grandpa, you should suffer a loss." ”

That being said, Jiang Ge was very happy in his heart, if he was not mistaken, the notes of this Taoist scripture were very similar to Wu Chengen's, because he had seen the real copy of "Journey to the West" in the museum.

Wu Chengen is a famous writer, although the value of the works of writers like Tang Bohu and Du Fu is not as high, but it is not more than 1,000 yuan, and it must be a big profit.

Hurriedly paid, Jiang Ge pretended to fall in love with a piece of jade again, and spent more than a thousand, before finally his eyes fell on the "Eighteenth Layer Hell Map" and asked, "Boss, can I open it and take a look?" ”

"Of course, but it's a bit crowded, so you'll have to be careful."

The boss frowned as he looked at the crowded customers around him.

"Okay, you can rest assured that it won't be damaged."

Jiang Ge motioned to Liu Fei and a few people to help open it, and several people held it, and the picture scroll was instantly unfolded, looking at the lifelike painting on it, Jiang Ge was very satisfied.

Although this painting is a little scary, the painting is good, it seems to be painted by a Taoist master, full of religious atmosphere, and the tragic situation of the eighteen layers of hell is vividly displayed.

"Hey, this painting is good, it's very interesting!"

At this time, Peng Jinyuan couldn't help but come over and found the difference in the pictures, and some guests around him were also appreciating it.

Whether a painting is valuable or not, everyone still has some level of appreciation.

"Boss, how to sell this painting, I like it a lot."

Without waiting for Jiang Ge to inquire about the price, Peng Jinyuan directly cut off the beard and asked about the price.

"This..."

The Taoist priest is not stupid, when he saw that Peng Jinyuan was a rich man, the price he had planned to double doubled, and he hesitated and said, "Thirty thousand yuan." ”

"30,000 yuan, I want it!" Peng Jinyuan decided that he would not give Jiang Ge a chance to think about it at all.

"Wait, I haven't spoken yet."

Jiang Ge was a little annoyed, he was the first to fall in love with this painting, and Peng Jinyuan went too far.

So he said directly, "I'll bid 60,000." ”

He doubled the price directly.

"Sixty thousand?"

Peng Jinyuan was stunned, this kind of thing is generally of limited value, and the price of 60,000 yuan is a bit high, but this painting is still a fine product, and he doesn't plan to give up, "Eighty thousand!" ”

"One hundred and sixty thousand!"

Without thinking, Jiang Ge doubled it again, directly suppressing everyone.

"Jiang Ge, you did it on purpose, it's just a Taoist painting, and it's not Tang Bohu's famous deeds, is it worth so much money, forget it, since you want me, I'll give it to you."

Helplessly, Peng Jinyuan felt that this painting was not worth too much money, and it was not cost-effective to fight for it, according to his estimates, it was already great for this kind of painting to have 200,000 customers.

"Okay, congratulations to this gentleman, 160,000 is yours."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was very happy, he didn't expect that a usually useless painting could be sold for so much money.

So he kindly explained, "This painting has actually been passed down for a long time, and the painting brought by the predecessors when they went down the mountain to sing has a history of hundreds of years. ”

"Oh, I just like this kind of connotation."

Jiang Ge nodded, in his opinion, the Taoist priest said less, the history of this painting is definitely more than a hundred years.

However, the source should not be wrong, the so-called singing Tao is the chanting of the rural dead practitioner, which further indicates that this is a regular Taoist item, but I don't know who painted it, and he didn't see the name from it.

After paying the money, Jiang Ge lost interest in continuing to stay, so he carefully put away the painting.

"Hmph, a picture of breaking the eighteenth layer of hell can also cost 160,000, it's really too much money and nowhere to spend it."

I was a little unhappy to see Jiang Ge photographing Peng Jinyuan, but I didn't regret it.

Just then an old man with a white beard came over,

"Can you show me this picture, young man?"

"It's not appropriate, I've already asked people to put it away." Jiang Ge pointed to the painting that had been rolled up by Liu Fei.

"That's right, I'm the director of a private museum, specializing in collecting some religious documents and cultural products, I see that your painting is very old, and I'm very interested, you can rest assured that it won't be damaged." The old man said.

"Okay then." Jiang Ge nodded, and let people unfold the picture scroll.

The old man hurriedly watched carefully, and his mouth kept smacking, and he sighed for a long time.

"The painting of this painting is really good, full of rhyme, showing people the cruelty of the eighteen layers of hell, persuading kindness, very collectible, I don't know how much the young man spent?"

"One hundred and sixty thousand!" Jiang Ge's heart moved, knowing that the old man was tempted.

"Well, I'll buy it for 500,000 yuan and transfer it to me, I really like it, and I want to put him in my museum." The old man was a little embarrassed, and looked at Jiang Ge with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, but I don't sell this painting."

Jiang Ge directly refused, he planned to put this painting in his own store for town shop, although these religious antiques are not as valuable as famous antiques, but if you meet someone you like, you can also sell it for a high price.

The investment of hundreds of thousands is completely cost-effective, and now it is stupid to sell it for 500,000.