Dong Jiajun must have believed that Yin Yuan knew his father at this time, although his mother doted on him, but if his father knew that he was messing around outside, he would definitely take care of him.

will confiscate his luxury car, cut off his pocket money, and possibly let him go to the company to start from the bottom.

That was the most uncomfortable thing for him.

"Brother Yin Yuan, I was wrong. Please don't tell my dad about this, or he'll punish me for going to work, please. I'm sure I won't harass your girlfriend again, and I won't dare."

Yin Yuan waved his hand and said to the three of them, "Get out, just don't let me see it in the future, otherwise I'll call Dong Huaping."

Dong Jiajun repeatedly promised that he would not come again, and he didn't dare to borrow his courage.

The trio got into the Audi 100 and left.

Everyone in the audience began to worry about Yin Yuan, and some even ran to the security post and called two city defense team members to come over.

Seeing Yin Yuan easily knock down the two men, he realized that he was a master.

The rich second generation with a few more bodyguards may not be his opponent.

Sister Huang Lanlan was also very happy at this time.

The worry and panic just now are gone.

"Mr. Yin, I didn't expect you to be weak in your hands, thank you for helping my sister out of the siege. I'm worried about this to death, my sister is so well-behaved and sensible, I never imagined that I would meet such a rich second generation."

The problem is that he has no characterization of this rich second generation, and he may have harmed many good women.

Huang Qianyun also politely thanked him.

"Thank you Brother Yin for helping me solve my difficulties, Brother Yin is a celebrity in the Academy of Fine Arts, many of our classmates went to see the last art exhibition, everyone thinks that your two works are of a very high standard, and I will learn more from you in the future."

Yin Yuan said, "Teacher Fan said that the best painting of the ladies of the Academy of Fine Arts is you, and I have time to ask you for advice."

Huang Lanlan clapped her hands and said, "In the future, you can learn from each other about painting and grow together in the Academy of Fine Arts."

Yin Yuan wanted to remind her: I only studied at the Academy of Fine Arts for two months.

At this time, seeing that Yin Yuan drove away the rich second generation, someone wanted Huang Qianyun to paint a portrait.

Yin Yuan said, "You guys are busy, I'll go to the antique flea market in front."

Huang Lanlan also wanted to ask him to have supper, and called his sister to go with him to deepen their understanding of each other, so that his sister would have a protective umbrella when she was bullied in the future.

But Yin Yuan turned around and left after speaking, and she couldn't force her to stay.

She said to her sister: "If you have the opportunity to invite Yin Yuan to have supper in the future, you can take the initiative to greet Yin Yuan in the Academy of Fine Arts, don't be too cold and arrogant, you must learn to deal with others, and you will not suffer in the society in the future."

She wanted to tell her sister that Yin Yuan was a veritable millionaire, young and talented, and a real person, if she had the fate to meet such a young man in the future, she must grasp it well.

She said I'm going back, or your brother-in-law will lose his temper again.

The last time I went to dinner with someone, he said that I was messing with someone, and said that he would hack me to death with a knife.

Huang Qianyun said: "Shouting and shouting and killing at every turn, there is no point in such a man living together, and he has no children, so he just divorces."

He now has nothing, he doesn't work on his own, and he depends on you to support him.

Divorce?

Huang Lanlan was thinking: As long as the man is willing, of course she wants to divorce him.

But is he willing?

The two had discussed this before.

"It's okay to divorce, return all the money I spent on you."

"Before I got married to you, I had no worries about food and clothing, and I had millions of savings in my bank account, but after I married you, my parents died, and I had no money in my account, and I still relied on your pitiful alms every month......

"You have nothing now, isn't it because you don't want to make progress? Do you want to blame others?"

"I used to rely on my parents, and I didn't have any life skills......

Fortunately, the two did not have children.

At this time, Yin Yuan came to the small

Antique flea market in front of the woods.

A meadow is full of stalls.

There are bright lights overhead, and the relevant departments next to it have set up a toll office, and each stall owner pays 5 yuan, and can set up a stall from 8 o'clock to 12 o'clock.

Obviously, this is a night market trading point set up by the relevant departments in response to the needs of the society.

At first glance, it is dazzling, but when I take a serious look, the market is still divided into several major items and regions.

Ceramics, calligraphy and paintings, jade and miscellaneous.

In his previous life, Yin Yuan was more interested in calligraphy and painting, but he also had a certain understanding of several other items.

His purpose today is just to wander around, and he doesn't know what he'll see when he comes here for the first time.

He knew that the antique market was not as pure as it was before the eighties, and that antique fakes were beginning to flood the market.

The wind of counterfeiting began to run rampant.

More than ten years later, it reached the point of madness.

Money can make counterfeit money, let alone antiques.

So at this time, people who can mix like fish in water in the antique market have their own two brushes.

Be able to identify the demonic spirit of fakes, see the quality of objects clearly, will not look away, and can get valuable treasures when holding goods.

Yin Yuan saw a jade stall in front of two Taiwanese customers bargaining with the stall owner.

A 43-centimeter white jade pendant in the early Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, the jade is white, the carving is skillful, and the five blessings hold the longevity pattern, and the use of apricot yellow stone skin to skillfully carve an ancient coin, meaning "blessing in front of you".

The two tourists couldn't put it down, and they were determined to get it.

The stall owner offered 10,000 yuan, and the two tourists were embarrassed to bargain too hard, so they bargained for 5,000 yuan.

Zhou Zhou's few antique-pickers were taken aback when they heard it, but they didn't say anything.

At this time, no one will talk nonsense, people offer 100,000 yuan, the other party is willing to pay, and he should earn this money.

The stall owner looked at their expressions and knew that the other party's prey was eager, so he refused to give in too much, and finally sold it for 6,000 yuan.

After the customer left, his peers at the neighboring stall gave him a thumbs up.

"It's still a good brother, the goods that can be sold for 2,000 yuan are not sold for 5,000 yuan, there are really yours."

The stall owner said, "So if you are a novice and you readily agreed, the other party must be awkward, and even stopped buying it on the spot, feeling that it was a loss."

Yin Yuan, who pretended to be watching the goods from the side, listened to the conversation of several of their stall owners, and knew that the current antique market stall owners were all better at learning than ghosts, and bargaining could not be dealt with according to common sense in the past.

He saw that there were many foreigners in this flea market, and these foreigners bought antiques, and as long as they saw them, they paid for them without blinking an eye.

A tall and elderly American couple who don't speak Mandarin very well can only use a computer to bargain with the stall owner.

Originally, I bought a bronze belt hook with the wrong gold and silver, and the decoration was more gorgeous after being old.

After spending half a day, the foreigner counted 2,000 yuan to the stall owner.

After the foreigner left, his neighboring stalls praised him for making a profit.

These stall owners seem to be particularly interested in foreigners, and they all have a bit of a taste of ignoring their compatriots, and they take the initiative to greet foreigners when they see them.

A stall owner saw a Korean and greeted him warmly.

The Koreans bought a Qing Dynasty inkstone, a mahogany box, and a magpie Dengmei carver at his stall, and spent 8,000 yuan.

He also said happily, "You can double the profit by bringing these things back to Korea."

When the stall owner saw him say this, he asked him to pick a few more things to buy.

But the Koreans said, "Everything else you put on your stall is worthless, I don't want it."

Looks like this guy is an insider.

The stall owner made money, but after listening to the words of the Koreans, he still fell into deep thought.

Looking at the foreigner's expression, it was obvious that he had picked up a leak in his stall.

Yin Yuan turned around, more interested in the rare books of an ancient book stall.

He remembered that there was a saying in later generations that "a page of Song edition, a tael of gold", and decades later, the Song and Yuan fragments were speculated to sky-high prices, and it was already a luxury to collect the Song and Yuan fragments

Hope.

In this era, there must still be a lot of rare books in the antique market, and it is definitely worth the money to be able to find them.

The Song version of "Wenyuan Yinghua" was later auctioned at a sky-high price of 1.43 million.

The Ming version of "The Legend of the Martyr" is worth 80,000 yuan.

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the fragment of "Drawing the Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was engraved and sold for 496,000.

In one of the stalls, he actually saw the "Qing Palace Daku Song Edition Book Page Collection Treasures" and the rare book "Dream of Red Mansions" Cheng Jiaben in the 56th year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty.

The stall owner was an old man, wearing glasses, and when he saw that Yin Yuan wanted to flip through his ancient books, he stopped him in time: "This is a fragment of an ancient book, you can only read it, you can't read it, if you want to buy it, I'll show it to you at a good price."

Yin Yuan asked, "How much do you need to sell these two ancient books?"

The old man looked at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "Are you rich? I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it."

Yin Yuan smiled: "Joke, I must have money, why do I ask you if I don't have money?"

The old man said, "This book of "Dream of Red Mansions" costs 1,000 yuan, and this Song version of the book costs 5,000 yuan."

He looked up at Yin Yuan, meaning that you, a young cub in his twenties, would spend six thousand yuan to buy this kind of ancient book?

Yin Yuan nodded and said, "If these two books of yours are genuine, they are not expensive."

The old man was a little surprised to hear him say this.

"Yo, yes, you even know that this kind of book is fake?"

"Money is fake, not to mention ancient books."

"Then do you know this method of falsifying ancient books?"

"One is to dye paper, which is dyed yellow-brown in various ways in order to make the paper look old. The second is to make new works on old paper, and the content of ancient books is newly printed on ancient paper, and then bound into ancient books. The third is to imitate celebrity inscriptions, Tibetan seals, and forged plaques, and intercept catalogs. There are ...... ways to do it."

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but be in awe of him.

He couldn't have imagined that a hairy young man in his twenties would know so much.

He said, "All these old ways you say are correct, but I can tell you that none of my old books are old. Since you know these old methods, you should also know the paper of books, the ancient paper is generally made of bamboo paper or cotton paper, and the pulp made of lime water, the paper made of strong water absorption, easy to mold in a humid environment. Therefore, the ancients had to take their books to dry several times a year, and they could not be exposed to the scorching sun, but placed in a ventilated place indoors. Also put rue herbs, tobacco leaves, pepper packets in the bookcase, which can play a role in repelling insects, and at the same time, there is a smell of books on the book. Look at whether the paper is bamboo paper or cotton paper, and smell if there is a smell of books."

He carefully turned the pages of the book, allowing Yin Yuan to look at the paper and smell the book.

Yin Yuan looked at it carefully, and it was indeed as the old man said.

If you carefully identify the old ancient books, there are always some clues, and no matter how well they are done, there are certain details that will reveal flaws.

Yin Yuan carefully identified the inscriptions and micro-seal imprints on them.

It was confirmed that it was not a counterfeit.

So he bargained with the old man.

"Can the price be less?"

He had already seen the tricks of several stall owners just now, and the things that were only worth 2,000 yuan were directly opened to 10,000 yuan, and the customer finally sold for 6,000 yuan.

All the stall owners in this market probably know how to shout prices.

The old man said, "I don't bargain here, so if you want it, don't bargain with me if you don't." Look at the book

He carefully placed the book in a tin box.

"I see it's getting dark, and I'm afraid I'll wait until it rains."

He put the books that sold for a relatively high price in the tin box.

Yin Yuan said, "Uncle, there is a business where you can offer as much as you want, and there is no price to talk about?"

The old man stubbornly said, "I don't care what other people do, but I just don't bargain here. If you think it's worth the price, you buy it, and if you think it's not worth it, you can not buy it, and I won't force it."

Several stall owners next to him were stunned by this scene, and privately discussed, "This old Kangtou is really a weirdo, his broken books

It's rare for a customer to visit one day, and he deliberately put up a shelf."

"They are retired librarians, they get their retirement salaries every month, they don't have to worry about money, and setting up a stall here is purely to kill time."

Chapter 0241

Yin Yuan heard the voices of several people next to him whispering about the old man, and he estimated that the old man must not have heard it.

"I haven't seen him open for a few days, and now I finally have a customer, and you see that he doesn't seem to care if people buy it or not."

"What kind of business has no price to tell? It's like it's doing business."

"Maybe that's the genius of Lao Kang, you see that young man really wants to buy."

"Alas, people don't open for three years, and they open for three years."

At this time, Yin Yuan thought, "Or just dry him, there are really not many customers for this kind of book, and there are only a handful of people who really pay a lot of money to buy them. If I don't buy these books from him, I won't be able to get them back every few days."

At the same time, he thought: what if something happens?

What if someone like himself had a discerning eye for the remnants and snatched away the two fragments?

A few thousand dollars is only a drop in the bucket for me.

From an investment point of view, 6,000 yuan was invested in exchange for a priceless treasure and a bid price of nearly 200,000 yuan.

In his previous life, he had an introduction to these two fragments of antique books in a book dedicated to antiques.

Modern scholar Luo Zhenyu picked up the fragments of the Song version of the book from the waste paper of the Qing Palace Library, panned for gold in the sand, and gathered them into the "Collection of Song Pages of the Qing Palace", which made a good story in the book world.

It may be the ancient book in front of you, which was later included in the provincial museum, and its value is immeasurable.

Another copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" Cheng Jiaben was sold for nearly 200,000 yuan after more than 20 years.

Seeing him put the books in the tin box, Yin Yuan said, "Forget it, I'll pay for your two books."

He counted six thousand dollars from his wallet and handed it to him.