He Zi'an touched the only ten yuan left, and kept thinking that his greatest ability was to appreciate treasures.

In his last life, with guilt for his wife, he studied techniques day and night, and became a first-class figure in the treasure world in just a few years.

Since the memory and ability are retained, the road of this life starts with antiques!

……

Half an hour later.

In the nineties, there were already a lot of people engaged in antiques, and even this small county town was full of stalls.

He Zi'an walked along the old streets of the county and watched, and his surging excitement not long ago gradually fell to the bottom.

There are too many fakes!

Along the way, none of them are cheap and sellable!

The quality of the goods in the cultural relics store on the next street is guaranteed, but the price is ridiculously expensive, and even if it is resold, it will not be able to make a few dollars.

What to do?

Just when He Zi'an hesitated, an old man pedaled a tricycle and slowly swayed over, shouting at the top of his throat while pedaling-

"Collect the scrap! Collect used books! Old bowls! Old copper! ”

Well?

He Zi'an's eyes lit up, and his head was instantly ignited.

Although the industry is not thriving at present, there are benefits of not thriving if it is not thriving!

Ordinary people do not have the awareness of preserving and collecting antiques, and they are basically sold as scrap at a low price, or even thrown away directly!

He remembered that at the end of the 80s, an old man who was scavenging inadvertently collected calligraphy and paintings for a few dollars was identified by experts as Dong Qichang's authentic handiwork, and they were sold for millions!

If he can do the same, I'm afraid he won't have any money......

Yes, that's it!

Even if you are unlucky and don't receive the antiques, the money from collecting scrap can more or less subsidize the family, at least much better than squatting at home!

As soon as the idea was formed, He Zi'an's eyes regained their brilliance.

But...... You have to have a cart.

The pot at home is almost uncovered, where is he going to get a cart?

He Zi'an's brows furrowed slightly again.

As he was worried, he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a broken three-wheeled car next to the rental house.

When I went back, sure enough, although it was extremely tattered, only one rim remained, but it was enough!

"God help me!"

He Zi'an couldn't help but blurt out.

As long as there are wheels, the body he can do it himself!

……

Three hours later.

Under the hard work of He Zi'an's table tennis, a small cart made of wooden planks was finally done.

The length of the planks is different and the color is uneven, and it looks ugly at first glance, but He Zi'an can't put it down like a baby.

That's what he means to make a living!

At this time, it was the height of summer, He Zi'an pushed a small car through the streets and alleys, and within a few minutes, his clothes were soaked with sweat.

He made a beeline for an old warehouse nearby.

He remembered that there was a Ming Dynasty blue and white plate here, and when he calculated the time, it was not long after, and now it was necessary to go for a trip.

When he arrived at the warehouse, He Zi'an put the cart on the side of the road and began to look at the warehouses.

Just as he pondered how to get in, a neutral voice startled him.

"Hey, what the hell are you trying to do?"

He Zi'an looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a red armband, thinking that it should be the warehouse manager.

"Big brother, is there any "scrap" to sell! ”

He bit the word waste very hard, and handed over the cigarette at the same time, as long as this middle-aged man is on the road, he naturally knows what he means by scrap.

"Heh, you kid used to collect scrap, I said earlier, I really have scrap to sell!"

The warehouse manager took the cigarette and inhaled it under his nose, and with a dripping of his eyes, he took He Zi'an into the warehouse.

People are selfish, especially in the position of warehouse management, the salary is originally small, and many people will think of some ways to engage in external water.

After all, it's too easy to be in the office.

"This side is full of good things, tell me what you like, the price is definitely cheaper than the previous store! But I can only choose one, otherwise I won't be able to take off my claws! ”

The curator smiled, with a look of understanding expression, and then began to introduce the antiques.

"Blue and white glaze red water bowl, look at this glaze, tsk, how positive!"

"Lang kiln red garlic bottle, the kiln is almost discolored, this red is more transparent, open the door at a glance!"

"And this, the Jun kiln bowl of the Song Dynasty, it is said that the family has money and wealth is not as good as a piece of Jun porcelain, this is a complete vessel!"

…….

He Zi'an also listened to a joke at first, what kind of antiques can a warehouse manager understand, if he really understands, then he still needs to be a library manager? How nice it would be to go straight to being an appraiser!

But the more I listened to He Zi'an, the more frowned, from the name to the characteristics, this warehouse management is very professional, could it be that this warehouse management is really a sweeping monk?

This doubt in He Zi'an's heart instantly dissipated after his eyes swept over this row of objects.

This row of stuff is fake!

He finally understood that this was clearly a trap designed by the warehouse management.

I don't want to take a little risk, I want to eat rotten money.

"Big brother, you're not authentic, lie to me with some fakes."

"Little brother, things can be eaten indiscriminately, don't talk nonsense, this is a cultural relics store warehouse, where did the fakes come from?"

The warehouse manager frowned when he heard this, and his words were very confident.

This row of fake things, but the appraiser of the cultural relics store took back the real thing, and only then did he find the fake that was eye-catching, how could a hairy boy see the real and fake, and he must be deceiving him by talking like this.

"The blue and white glaze red water bowl, the type to the generation, the glaze color is indeed positive, but it is overdone, the porcelain in the Jia, Taoist periods, especially the folk kiln glaze will produce fine bubbles under the water, known as orange peel glaze, and this water bowl, although there are slight bubbles, but too dense, lack of genuine changes, fake undoubtedly!"

He Zi'an put his hands behind his back, talked eloquently, and inadvertently showed some of the demeanor of the antique appraisal in his previous life.

"Besides, this Lang kiln red garlic bottle, this kiln has almost no discoloration, it is so red and transparent, it is fake at a glance! As for the reason, the reason why Lang Hong is precious is because the temperature of its firewood is difficult to control, and ten kilns and ten changes. It is impossible to have such a perfect kiln without a little bit of kiln change, but in the past two years, the gas furnace has been released, and the firing temperature can be precisely controlled. ”

The treasurer was stunned at this time, the person in front of him could understand so much knowledge, and these things didn't seem to be temporary memorization, he should have real skills, but where is this person sacred?

He had a good relationship with the appraiser of the cultural relics store, so he blew these professional words, and He Zi'an's reasons for the fakes were determined to be true, but these reasons were taken to the city by the appraiser in the store, and a famous expert came to a conclusion after reading them.

"Yes, there is also this Song Dynasty Jun kiln bowl, the glaze cracking is good, but I care too much about imitation, and it lacks the agility and charm of the real product. However, this thing is really good, and now I am afraid that few people in China can recognize it. ”

He Zi'an sighed.

"Little brother, you're really good, you're an expert."