"500,000 is indeed a bit high, they are all acquaintances, you can give a heartfelt price."

Mr. Huang glanced at the statue of the Arhat and knew that it was a common shape of the Arhat in the Qing Dynasty.

He and the stall owner are all half acquaintances, and the other party still gave an offer of 500,000 yuan as soon as they came up, indicating that there is a high probability that something is true.

It depends on how much the premium is.

"To tell you the truth, this is a boxwood carving from the Qing Dynasty, and I have asked experts to identify it."

"It's really my dad's going to use it."

"But he always likes to light incense and candles in front of these Buddha statues, and my wife hates that smell, and as a result, I am scolded every day."

When the stall owner said this, Zhang Yang raised his head and glanced at the other party.

The big brother is already bald, maybe a middle-aged man in his 40s, or a laid-off programmer in his thirties, either way, the story sounds very real.

"If you really want it, for Brother Huang's sake, the price is 80,000 yuan."

"Not a single point less."

"The money for that bottle, or will it be wiped out?" Teacher Huang pointed to the blue and white vase picked out by Zhang Yang and said.

The stall owner hiss~, was silent for five seconds, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, wipe it, please send this Arhat statue to the authentic Kangxi blue and white porcelain vase." ”

"How?" Mr. Huang turned around and asked the duo who wanted to buy the statue.

Wang Jianye subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was looking down at his phone.

"Shi Tianzhang, boxwood carving eighteen Arhat Shanzi, the transaction price is 1.18 million."

He glanced at the message floating on the wood carving again:

"Details: The work of Shi Tianzhang, the royal carver of Yongzheng, is exquisite in craftsmanship and was once used exclusively by the royal family."

On the statue of that Arhat Mountain, there are a total of eighteen Arhats, which were sold for 1.18 million, which is equivalent to each of the little Arhats above being worth 65,000.

Now that the statue of a single big Arhat is only 80,000, isn't it crazy to make money?

But Zhang Yang didn't show a smile.

These stall owners have seen thousands of buyers in the antique market, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have read countless people, and he does not want to be "read" out.

When Wang Jianye stretched out his head to see what he was looking at, Zhang Yang spoke:

"I checked on the Internet, and the boxwood Arhat carving in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, the price of 80,000 yuan is a bit empty."

"Didn't you search for the word lacquer?" The stall owner swore an oath.

"Let me see? It seems that there really isn't. ”

Zhang Yang looked at the news of Jiashi's [17th century boxwood lacquered gold arhat seated statue, sold for 2520 euros], and nodded seriously.

"The lacquered gold should be at a premium, and 80,000 yuan is already the market price."

The stall owner has a "you take advantage" expression.

"Really, think about it."

Zhang Yang nodded, and said to Wang Jianye as if he pretended to give an opinion: "I think it's okay, and I can save money on this bottle." ”

This made a smile rise into the corner of the stall owner's mouth.

Just the movements and expressions of a few people just now, you look at me, I look at yours, if he can't see it, Zhang Yang is the one who can make a decision among the three people, then he will live to be a dog at an age.

He thought to himself: stop pretending, hurry up and pay for it.

Wang Jianye hesitated, as if he had something to say, but finally held back, and according to what he said before, he obediently became the one who paid the bill.

"Do you want me to help wrap it up?"

"No need, give me two scrap newspapers, we'll pack them ourselves."

Teacher Huang took out the boxes and bags prepared in advance from the cloth bag in his hand.

He is knowledgeable, so he knows that letting the merchant help pack is a chance to give others a chance to drop the bag, even if it is an acquaintance, don't test human nature.

In case someone really prepares the same fake and drops the bag, when you find out, the sky will already be bright, and then the antique market will be closed, and you can only admit it.

This is all the lesson of Mr. Huang's blood.

After packing the things and leaving the stall, Wang Jianye finally couldn't help it and asked Zhang Yang:

"This wood carving, no loss, right?"

"You can't lose, you put a hundred hearts."

"Then what dynasty is your blue and white vase?"

"It should be Qianlong's folk kiln, go back and let Master Wang take a closer look."

Zhang Yang said, holding the box containing the Arhat statue.

The wood carving worth millions may be held in his arms, who is in the mood to care about the blue and white of the folk kiln with ten thousand pieces!

To be honest, Zhang Yang felt that the purpose of coming today had been achieved.

It was in vain that he got up at three o'clock in the morning to wash.

But it's all here, so I still have to keep shopping.

Under the leadership of Mr. Huang, Zhang Yang collected some bottles and cans from other stalls in the middle and late Qing Dynasty and handed them over to Wang Jianye.

He was still holding the Arhat statue.

"Can we hire an errand boy?"

Wang Jianye felt that he was going to be unable to move.

He had already seen that the Arhat statue in Zhang Yang's arms might be of high value.

It is precisely because of this that he is not easy to ask Zhang Yang to help, what if someone else tops his own?

"Here it is, here comes the cart."

Mr. Huang knew the road well and made a small cart.

"Huh~" After Wang Jianye unloaded his burden, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He felt that he was full of blood and came back to life, and immediately asked Mr. Huang, "Are there any stalls that I haven't been to?" ”

Along the way, except for the jade stall, they have never set foot in it at all, and the rest of the trio has already picked and seen.

Teacher Huang thought for a moment and replied, "There are still some bronzes, do you want to see them?" ”

"Bronze? Punishment! Wang Jianye nodded, looking excited.

Zhang Yang turned his head and glanced at Teacher Huang suspiciously.

"Teacher, even if it's true, we don't dare to buy it, right?"

The three of them, but they came as serious people, without masks and without fake identities.

There are cameras all over the street, and it's not too much to say that they shop with their real names.

But bronzes are so special that they can easily be considered cultural relics, even if they were not unearthed in the last 70 years.

What can be bought and sold privately in China is either a "ripe pit" that can prove the source, or it is a return from overseas.

But for these two, the counterfeiting rate is close to 99.99%.

Usually, when you encounter a real one, there is a high probability that it is a "pit", that is, it comes out of the tomb.

That's too judgmental.

"You don't have to be afraid of this publicity, if it's true, we naturally have a way to avoid risks." Wang Jianye said quite confidently.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Yang remembered that there was a museum director standing next to him! Disrespectful and disrespectful.

Anyway, this trip is mainly to help the Wang family, and it is impossible for the bronzes to remain in his hands, so Zhang Yang nodded and agreed:

"Then let's go check it out."

"It's also the first time I've come into contact with bronzes offline, and I'm looking forward to it."

Under the leadership of Mr. Huang, the three of them went around and around, from the densely populated street, into the shadows, and turned into an alley.

There were guards at the entrance of the alley, but Mr. Huang went up and talked a few words in Cantonese, and the other party let him go, and even promised to help Wang Jianye keep the trolley.

However, he was rejected by Wang Jianye, this is his job, and others can't rob it.

I walked another seven or eight meters in the alley, and my eyes were cheerful.

In the middle of the unique "handshake buildings" in Guangdong Province, there is a small courtyard, which is more spacious and lively than the street outside.

The bronze wares that can be seen everywhere, the big five-sheep square bottles, and the ivory that is thicker and longer than Zhang Yang's arms, hint at the extraordinaryness of this place everywhere.

If this is all true, it is estimated that 5,000 years in prison will not be enough for these people.

"This wood carving is what I plan to ask you to help sell and keep it for me."

Zhang Yang decisively handed over the statue of Arhat to Wang Jianye, and excitedly turned to the sea of bronzes.