Chapter 12 People don't ask in the ghost market

Good things talk.

As soon as the light hit, the eyes of the man were caught, and the bright light reflecting the treasure light of the jade suddenly rushed into his pupils, like nails that could not be pulled out.

This thing is a Hetian jade carving, the object is not big, the length will be one and a half inches, the jade quality is as delicate as sheep's tail oil, it is definitely the best mutton fat jade.

The upper right quarter of the jade plate is free of an irregular red jade, and there is a small round emerald green on the lower left, which is unique and gives shape to the object, carves a red bat on the upper right, carves a green copper coin on the lower left, open-carved Suzhou workers on both sides, the front is Fu Lu Shou, and the back is exactly the same Fu Lu Shou.

The jade is white and mellow in the light, red is bright red, green is green, and the pure color complements each other. Even if you are a layman, as long as you have your head on your head and your eyes, you have to stretch out your thumb and praise "Good baby!"

Looking at this thing, Chang Xian was also a little reluctant, he really didn't lie, this thing was collected at a high price of 40,000 yuan, you must know that the dozen or so things he collected only cost less than 100,000 yuan in total, and this one alone took up half of it.

Chang Xian looked at the one who was a little distracted, and said slowly in a low voice: "Hetian jade is respected by mutton fat white jade, and the high-grade mutton fat from the jade itself is the national color of the sky, and it is perfect with a little polishing, and it is not necessary to carve and decorate it, until Qianlong is popular, and the craftsmen of the office make the use of color to the extreme, and really make the jade material inherently useful, and every point is just right."

This object is the work of the Qing court construction office, and it is the style of the early Jiaqing in the late Qianlong period. “

The man came back to his senses, and his face calmed down: "It is indeed a good thing!" It's inconvenient for the boss to tell me, where did you get this?"

Chang Xian raised his head violently and said, "Hey! Just said that you are an expert, this is a fresh question, you said that this Shenyang Dao ghost market is full of people, who asked this?"

Chang Xian lit a little rain cloth, and his tone was terrible: "Your question is awkward, buddy can't answer it, take care of it, leave that Fu Lu Shou there slippery, and I won't get up to see you off."

It stands to reason that the buying and selling of antiques pays attention to the origin.

A bronze mirror, dug out from the tomb of the Han Marquis, and picked up from the local villagers' kangtou, the meaning is completely different, the price difference is huge, you have to ask clearly, and the customer asks the origin is also the proper meaning.

But the anger of the idle is not without reason, visiting the ghost market is different from visiting the antique shop, buying things in the ghost market should pay attention to the rules of the ghost market, and the ghost market has always been able to ask the source of the goods, can not take pictures of the vendors, and after the money and goods are cleared, if there is any quality or other problems, you can not regret the return.

Don't ask about the source, don't ask about the truth, don't ask about the quality, that is, the well-known "three don't ask" principle of the ghost market.

This is also the confidence of Chang Xian to dare to accept Pu Ru's two things.

The man was very fond of Na Fu Lushou, and when he saw the foolish eyes in the eyes of the hawkers who turned their heads to look at the bustle, he remembered the homework done by the people in the industry he was looking for during the day, and knew that he had committed a taboo.

Busy said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for a while, please bear with me." But you know that I'm here for the birthday gifts of my elders, and I always want to be auspicious and pleasing to me, right?"

The origin of antiques is complicated, and it is not good that it has just been dug out of the tomb, and it is not good to take this thing to celebrate the birthday, and when you meet the exquisite, there is no place to reason with a mess of sticks.

Although Chang Xian drove people out of the exit, there was no reason to really push the business out, and after a step, his face softened and said: "It's understandable." Don't worry, the Sun family collected it. It is in Balitai, the home of the Jinshi Teacher's Building. ”

"That's good, that's good......"

That person is still relatively solid in his homework, and knows that the objects collected from the local people's homes are collected by the Sun family; bought from the guests who entered the store, called Zang's family to collect; and he who dug it out of the grave in the ground was called the child's family.

Generally, people or citizens who are not engaged in the antique business are far away from the antique shop, or they are settled in the antique business.

"According to me, antiques are the same as houses, you look at the house, the black eaves and green tiles are so elegant, even if you put the fifth avenue, it is rare."

Chang Xian pointed to the former residence of Wang Yitang and said: "But things are not people, as soon as the big traitor eats a gun, there is only an empty mansion left, which is so strange, even if someone takes care of it, whether this mansion has been vacant for a long time or often lived, it is easy to feel." Right?"

Speaking of Wang Yitang, many people may not be familiar with him, but this is the number one traitor in North China.

He not only paid homage to the Yasukuni Shrine, but also bowed to the emperor.

In the spring of 1940, Seishiro Itahara, chief of the General Staff of the Japanese Dispatch Army, was transferred back to China, and Wang set up a banquet to see him off, sighing "It really makes people feel like they are parting with their fathers"!

Hey! On September 10, 1948, this good son was sentenced to death for traitor in Yaojiajing No. 1 Prison in Beiping.

Seeking kindness and obtaining benevolence is also regarded as a well-deserved death.

"Whether an object has been hidden in an ancient tomb for thousands of years and has not been touched, or whether it is often coiled by people, you can see it at a glance." "It's something you can't see, you can't touch, and science can't explain it, but we can feel it." People raise jade, jade raises people, you have seen a lot of knowledge, you have a lot of experience, and then you are attentive, feel whether this object is full of popularity?"

"Hey, that's true! As soon as this popularity fades, it seems that even the temperature will drop. The man glanced at the old residence of the traitor on the other side, and then looked back at the jade plaque, the more it looked like a treasure and full of energy, holding it in his hand, it seemed to be a small thing in a square inch, and its popularity was more than that of the big mansion opposite.

"I want this brand of Fu Lu Shou, you give a crisp price."

The crisp price is the fixed price, take a crisp one.

There is not as much work as there is outside, and it is all an expert, so you don't need to play so much virtual winding, and it is straightforward.

Chang Xian stretched out his hand, meaning to negotiate with each other, and the man said with some embarrassment: "Let's just say it, it's too lazy to bother."

It's not that there are a few people in the real industry who will "have everything in their sleeves", and the previous thief suspect will not know.

Chang Xian didn't care, raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "Give you a bid price, twenty-eight squares."

This is the jargon, the square is 10,000, and the grain is 1,000, on this black talk, Mr. Yang Shaohua of Jinmen and Duan Er said that the mallet was a stick: one side ...... Sand? A ...... Cabbage?

For fun, twenty-eight square means not twenty-eight square sand, but two hundred and eighty-thousand.

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "Boss, isn't this the price quoted with my briefcase?" It's too expensive, go halfway. ”

His briefcase is not small, and if it is all used to hold 100 yuan bills, it is estimated that it can hold about 300,000 yuan.

Chang Xian is not embarrassed: "This is also the ghost market, that is, Shenyang Road, you go to Binjiang Road, you can't find such a supreme object in fifty directions." You also said, you are open, let you three parties. ”

The man looked at the jade plate again, and really glanced back in the direction of Binjiang Road, probably looking for it over there. "Okay, I'm happy today, I'm too lazy to grind with you, twenty-five is twenty-five."

Chang Xiandao was silent, and found a roll of cotton paper: "You are bright, thank you for your care, I will wrap it for you."