"I don't know if there's anything very punitive here!"

Zhang Yang looked at the dazzling array of bronzes and thought to himself.

I'm definitely not here to pick up leaks.

If he just had the idea of picking up leaks to make money, he wouldn't have had to go into the alley just now.

Because whether it is the number of genuine products or the value of "leakage", these objects full of green embroidery in front of you are not high.

Bronze, not allowed to be bought and sold in China; But foreign countries are allowed, people even sell the rope that hangs themselves, what are the cultural relics?

Zhang Yang has seen the overseas auction prices in the past few years on the Internet, and the kind of lord who drinks is cheaper than 100,000 yuan.

With an inscription, the price doubles or triples.

The bronze tripod known as the weigher, even if it is in good condition, if there are not too many inscriptions, it is more than two million.

The value of something is completely unequal to the length of the sentence.

But what Zhang Yang wants now is just the feeling of finding the real bronze with his own hands.

Money? That Arhat statue has earned enough for today's appearance fee.

"Teacher Huang, are we going to watch together, or do we go it alone?"

Of course, Zhang Yang wanted to do it alone, so as not to let the two people around him discover their "abnormality".

However, before he started, he still asked Mr. Huang in case there were any unwritten rules here.

There are really precautions to be paid attention to this question.

Teacher Huang took out a pair of white gloves from the cloth bag and handed them over:

"You take this."

"Some bronzes are dyed and can be poisonous. Even if it is not toxic, it may be soaked in fecal water, so it is better to be careful. ”

The old rivers and lakes are the old rivers and lakes, there are indeed things, the cloth bag is like a treasure bag, and the preparation work is very sufficient.

Zhang Yang thanked him, took the gloves and put them on, and walked directly to the nearest stall.

Wang Jianye and Mr. Huang stayed where they were.

While Zhang Yang was studying the bronzes in the booth, the two men chatted.

"What is the origin of this publicity? Your uncle told me that he was half of his personal disciple. When was it received? How did I not know? Teacher Huang asked curiously.

"Uncle Huang, you may not believe it, and I don't know." Wang Jianye shook his head with a smile.

"Your uncle didn't hint at you?"

"This one does." Wang Jianye nodded: "Uncle told me that in terms of antique appraisal, I estimate that I will not have a chance to catch up with Zhang Yang in this life." ”

"If you have a good relationship with Zhang Yang, you can avoid a lot of detours."

"Is it so weird......"

When Teacher Huang heard Wang Jianye's words, the eyes that fell on Zhang Yang gradually sharpened.

……

The first stall owner Zhang Yang found was a middle-aged man wearing a jet-black felt hat and a shabby coat, a bit like Brother Sharp, who looked like a story.

"Pretty boy, what do you want to buy?" The stall owner asked, and it turned out to be an authentic Northeast accent.

"Just take a look!"

Zhang Yang said casually, and his eyes were already scanning the stall.

This stall is full of small devices, and the largest is just a bronze tripod about the size of a casserole.

Seeing the flamboyant white gloves, the stall owner sighed.

"Your gloves, professional, why don't you take a look?"

As he spoke, he directly lifted the largest tripod with one hand and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"No, no." Zhang Yang hurriedly waved his hand.

This kind of thing is weirdly heavy, and it takes a lot of effort to pick it up.

What's more, a broken bronze tripod made in Fuyang that left the factory the year before last, what flowers can be seen?

Although Zhang Yang refused, the stall owner did not put Ding down immediately, but frowned slightly.

"It doesn't make sense!"

"Could it be that this kid can see that it is fake?"

When Zhang Yang came in, he brought two "followers", which had already fallen into the eyes of the stall owners at the door.

Coupled with his young appearance, he was immediately identified as the "rich second generation who came to give money".

Why should such a person not be tempted by such a real bronze tripod?

The stall owner is strange.

What he is holding in his hand is not an ordinary fake, but a high-end "plug-in".

On the plain old bronze ware, the old book copper sheet is pasted, and the X-ray is not scanned, and the normal naked eye cannot see the fraud at all.

"Brother, this tripod is familiar, fidelity, and has a certificate."

The stall owner tried again and handed the thing to Zhang Yang.

This time, Zhang Yang took it, but he didn't even look at it, and put it back in its original place.

"Brother, I can't see it, I'm quite stubborn." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He casually picked up a bronze beast with a unique shape on the stall.

If you take a closer look, it was produced three years ago, and there is also a "477 BC" engraved at the bottom.

This is out of the category of fake, it can be regarded as abstract art.

In the next few minutes, people came and went in front of the stall, and Zhang Yang was stunned to look at the bronzes on the stall under the unclear gaze of the stall owner.

The oldest is the same age as Zhang Yang, and he just left the factory twenty years ago.

It is worthy of a bronze with a genuine rate of 1 in 10,000!

"Brother, is there more? You've only got a few dozen of these things, and I don't look like I'm enjoying them! ”

Zhang Yang said unsatisfactorily.

But his words, falling into the ears of the stall owner, are equivalent to:

"You're all fake, is it real?"

The fake antique dealer also has self-esteem, and he waved his hand directly:

"It's gone, it's gone, if you can't look at it, go to someone else's house to see it."

"Okay! It's the first time I've seen a guest. ”

Zhang Yang stood up, stomped his feet, and his squatting legs were a little numb.

When he stood up, he happened to see that behind the stall owner, there was a small bamboo basket with a woven bag and many fragments of bronzes.

Bronze fragments are also valuable, as long as they have an inscription on them.

However, Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, but secretly remembered it in his heart.

It took him more than an hour before he finally found the real thing—a fragment of a bronze sword, which was supposed to be the location of the sword's spine.

But the stall owner only had one thing, which he said he had bought from a scrap collector.

No matter how much information there is, people will not give it.

"It's a pity, if this is a whole sword, it will be complete today."

Zhang Yang played with the fragments in his hand repeatedly.

When he walked in front of Wang Jianye and was about to hand over the things first, he suddenly thought of something.

"What's wrong? Publicity. Wang Jianye asked.

"It's okay, you take this thing first."

Zhang Yang stuffed the fragment into Wang Jianye's hand, turned around and walked towards the stall owner at the beginning.

"Dude?" He walked over and said with a grin.

The stall owner did not raise his head, but replied:

"Bronze tripod, 880,000 eight, package certificate ......"

"I want to see the fragments!" After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he directly explained his intentions.

The stall owner raised his head, saw that it was Zhang Yang, was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly:

"You see it and don't buy it, what's so beautiful."

Saying that, Nunu pointed to the phone he had placed on the stall.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and found that in the chat group above, many people were saying:

[The man who only touched and didn't buy went to the old stall]

[Isn't this kind of person a fetish!] ]

[The first thing I saw, the person who had to look at everything in the stall and didn't even ask the price]

[Is it possible that plainclothes cops?] Two of the man's henchmen were stuck at the mouth of the alley, probably afraid that we would escape.]

[Slivers?] Am I, Brother Raven, afraid of them? ]