"But the Qing Dynasty is dead." Zhang Yang blinked and said: "Jade raises people, and raises all people." ”

"That's not lucky, is it?"

"Huh? This ...... "Auntie tries to keep up with the flamboyant brain circuits."

She casually said that the original owner of this jade Buddha lived to be 90 years old, which shows that the jade Buddha is still a raiser.

"Good fellow, you sold me something that someone else wore for ninety years?"

"Huh~"

Zhang Yang looked at the jade pendant in his aunt's hand, showing a disgusted expression.

This jade pendant is not even a stone, but a cyan glass.

Even when the treasure is usually appraised live, such a fake jade will not appear in the live broadcast room.

Auntie wants to use this kind of thing to fool people, but it's still too idealistic.

This ghost city? Okay, huh?

Zhang Yang didn't continue to talk nonsense with his aunt, turned around and walked towards the crowded counter in front of him.

In the crowd, at the counter, buyers and sellers are haggling over a metal box.

Zhang Yang was late, and the bargaining process was nearing the end, and he was arguing back and forth over 50 yuan out of 2,150 yuan.

"It's a ...... Radio? ”

"The cylinder on the top should be pulled out to be the antenna, right?"

Zhang Yang has never seen this kind of radio, but it can be sold for 2,000 yuan, which must be an old antique.

"Name:Pearl River 702 Semiconductor Radio"

"Year of production: 1975"

"Details: This radio is the first batch of electronic products exported to Hunan Province, sold to 14 countries in Southeast Asia such as Thailand and Indonesia, and borrowed the radio model of Yangcheng Shuguang Radio Factory - Pearl River 702 type"

Nearly 50 years old, even the packaging box is still preserved, and it is in good condition.

It's definitely okay in terms of rarity.

But is it really worth more than two thousand?

Zhang Yang was actually a little skeptical.

He was not the only one who was puzzled, there were many experienced old men watching and discussing the radio.

Directly in front of him, two old men who looked about the same age were pointing at the radio on the counter:

A: "Two thousand yuan, I missed it!" It's the same as the wrong coin, the wrong radio. ”

B: "What's that?" What's wrong with this radio? ”

A: "LOOK, THE CHINESE CHARACTER IS [ZHUJIANG], BUT THE PINYIN IS [XIANGJIANG], DON'T YOU THINK IT'S STRANGE?" Let me tell you, I used to have this kind of radio at home, and I definitely misspelled it. ”

B: "No, I remember that the English of the Pearl River brand is PEARL RIVER, which is too far wrong. ”

A: "You're talking in English, I'm talking about pinyin, not a thing. ”

B: "Okay, tell me, why is the main panel of the Pearl River radio painted with the pattern of Orange Island?" This is obviously the Xiangjiang brand, and the Zhujiang brand was replaced later. ”

A: "Cut! Why am I telling you? I told you that it was the wrong version of the radio, you didn't believe it, and now you still want me to tell you why Orange Island? You think beautifully! ”

B: "You old coffin ......"

A: "You're a ...... Gangboning"

Is this a quarrel?

Zhang Yang quietly covered his mouth in the back, so as not to laugh out loud.

may feel that the scolding is not enough, and the two old men stretched out their hands to fight each other, which meant to make a comparison.

Zhang Yang looked at the two of them with their teeth and claws, and quickly flashed to the side.

The place where you enter the door is selling jade, and at this time, you are surrounded by old modern household appliances, and there are quite a few buyers looking at the goods at the counter.

Zhang Yang glanced at it a few times.

The best thing to do is probably a hand-cranked mechanical phonograph from 1920.

Packed in a leather case, the lid is closed and you can carry it away like a suitcase.

Buy a gramophone and get an unknown vinyl record for free.

Zhang Yang wanted the boss to demonstrate if this thing could make a sound.

But the boss said that he had to pay a trial fee of 60 yuan, because there were too many blank tickets before, and the gramophone was not sold, but two records were put in.

Sixty yuan is not expensive, after all, the boss said that he put Teresa Teng's out-of-print records.

Zhang Yang was about to pay for it, when a circle of people suddenly surrounded him.

They are the ones who want to be in vain in the mouth of the boss.

Being an anchor online is a white ticket, and being an offline boss is also a white ticket?

Zhang Yang couldn't accept it in his heart, so he took a step back and retreated from the crowd.

After that, I passed by a few counters selling thrift goods, but there was nothing attractive.

Until I came to the store that sold antiques.

Under the small red neon sign of "antique", customers of all ages are standing with their heads bowed and pulling something on the counter.

Zhang Yang found an opportunity to squeeze in, and it turned out that he was selling copper coins.

In a row, seven or eight large boxes were full of copper coins.

Occasionally, I can see someone who turns out a few knife coins and cloth coins from them, all of which are fake, of course.

But in the copper coins that are round on the outside and square on the inside, there are indeed genuine products.

At least Zhang Yang picked up several Kangxi Tongbao in a row, all of them were real, and because many customers had played with them, they all found the pulp.

"Boss, how much do these three add up?"

Zhang Yang picked three copper coins of good quality, and if they were sent for scoring, they should be able to get more than 80.

"These three ......"

The boss first looked at his flamboyant appearance and dress, and then looked at the goods in his hand:

"One thousand, three three."

"How much?" Zhang Yang suspected that he had misheard.

This is the general version, one hundred is the most.

"If you are not satisfied, you can bargain."

The boss hooked his hand and motioned for Zhang Yang to let go a little.

This action reminded Zhang Yang of when he was in Pan Jiayuan.

Memories of the past came flooding back to him, and he said logically:

"How about three fifty pieces?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to the counteroffer, the boss nodded directly without hesitation.

Then point to the QR code hanging on the glass cabinet behind him, and let Zhang Yang scan the code to pay.

Is that how it is played?

You can bargain like this here!

When Zhang Yang left the counter with more than two hundred copper coins, he thought about a little taste.

The ghost market in Shenghai really seems to be different from other places.

But how much is the difference, you still have to see the real antiques - porcelain, calligraphy and painting, bronze before you can be determined.

Zhang Yang observed and walked forward.

After completely passing by the merchants selling copper coins, he entered a "no man's land".

The counters on both sides were full of calligraphy and paintings, but there were more than a dozen counters in a row, and not a single boss was seen.

Is this a zero-dollar purchase area?

He walked to a nearby shop, and there was a painting spread out on the counter.

And it's a comic.

The painting depicts a teenager wearing a red scarf flying a kite in the wild.

The characters and landscapes of traditional Chinese paintings are colored with Western paintings, just like the illustrations in textbooks.

On the right side of the picture is written: [The East Wind is Soaring], and the inscription is: Zikai's painting, as well as his personal seal.

This is Feng Zikai's comic, there is no doubt about it.

But it shouldn't be his own handwriting.

Who would put hundreds of thousands of things on the counter?

Zhang Yang looked at the edge part of the painting, the paper curled badly, it should be a bit old.

And it's a framed painting.

It is very similar to Feng Zikai's works in the early years, which were printed with zinc plate copperplate, colored, and then framed.

"Year of production: 1927"

It's an old antique, indeed.

Although it is not a handwritten painting, it can't be auctioned at a high price of 300,000 square feet, but it is not a stall that can be won for dozens of dollars.

Zhang Yang stood by the counter, looking around.

"Is the boss there? I want to buy paintings! ”

"Anyone? Is there anyone at all? ”

His words only attracted a few passers-by, but the boss was nowhere to be seen.

Someone told him that the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop here may not be able to close a single transaction in a day, and he basically watches the excitement at other counters.

There were also people who helped Zhang Yang shout, and finally called the boss of the counter next door back.

"Damn, I thought it was my own store that came to business."

The middle-aged boss, who was sweating profusely, said breathlessly.

He walked through the many cardboard boxes and walked to the opposite side of Zhang Yang with difficulty.

"The boss is not here, his wife has given birth to a second child, and he should be in the hospital now."

"Then again, what are you going to buy?"

"The boss is not here, can you call the shots?"

Zhang Yang asked the most important thing first.

"No, but I can call him."

"OK, then I'll ask how much this painting sells."

Zhang Yang never touched anything on the counter, so as not to be confused.

Soon the phone was connected, and the owner of the store next door still wanted to fool people, and said on the phone that this was Feng Zikai's autographed painting.

When the other end of the phone said how much it was sold, he still covered the receiver, as if Zhang Yang would hear it.

Hanging up the phone, the fat boss stretched out five fingers:

"This painting, fifty thousand!"

"Okay, help me see, are there any other works of his here? Feng Zikai's paintings generally appear in groups, and rarely a single one is circulated. ”

Zhang Yang didn't immediately answer whether to buy it or not, he wanted to ask the boss to help take out the store's bottom first.

"Really? This is the first time I've heard of that. ”

The fat boss shook his head a little confused, muttering:

"I remember seeing several of these cartoons here before."

"Will it be sold?" Zhang Yang inquired.

"No way, this thing is too valuable, if you sell it, you will definitely invite me to dinner."

The fat boss lowered his head and searched for a long time on the counter and in the cabinet, and the beads of sweat that had just been wiped off rose again.

Finally, at the bottom of the cabinet, he found another comic.

The content of this painting is more warm:

It was the grandmother who hugged her grandson and kissed her grandson's face in the sunset by the river.

The title of the painting is "KISS", and there is also a signature of "Zikai Painting".

After Zhang Yang finished reading the painting, he made sure that the year was no problem, and began to ask the price:

"How much does this cost?"

"It's also fifty thousand."

"How much does the two add up?"

"One hundred thousand." The fat boss glanced at Zhang Yang suspiciously.

Is this math difficult?

"That's not right." Zhang Yang shook his head: "You are an ordinary antique algorithm, calligraphy and painting, two pieces are considered a set, you should count a set of money." ”

"That seems to make sense...... Shall I give me a call and ask? ”

"Don't worry, I'll tell you a price, you just ask the boss if he wants to."

Zhang Yang was not interested in bargaining back and forth, and he could also see that the fat boss wanted to kill him.

"Two together, one thousand five, if you agree, I'll give you money immediately."

"That's too little......"

"You ask first." Zhang Yang frowned and urged: "My price is very fair." ”

The fat boss reluctantly dialed the phone under the gaze of a group of people around him.

The result of the communication, sure enough, is the same as Zhang Yang thought, the ghost market here is all asking for prices and paying back on the ground.

As long as you cut hard enough, it's not a dream to buy antiques for nine dollars and nine dollars.

The last 1,500 yuan bought two color comics from more than 90 years ago.

He was also given a roll of old rice paper from 20 years ago.

This price, if it's just the painting itself, Zhang Yang really doesn't make money.

But he had the opportunity to encounter a small probability event and turn over directly:

That's the words on the painting—probably written by Feng Zikai himself.

It's a pity that Zhang Yang has not yet been able to distinguish whether this is Mr. Feng's handwritten inscription.

I can only wait for tomorrow afternoon to find experts from the calligraphy and painting group to help me take a look.

"It's been a great harvest!"

Zhang Yang squeaked with rice paper under his nest, carried two paintings in his hand, and carried three copper coins in his pocket.

It's unrealistic to expect to make a lot of money every time;

But if you can bring a few genuine treasures back at a price lower than the market price, you are already the most beautiful boy in the entire market.

"Handsome guy!"

"Handsome guy, wait!"

"Who's calling me?" Zhang Yang looked back.

It's a girl wearing a black trench coat, she looks very delicate, and she doesn't look very old.

Maybe it's a high school student or a freshman.

"Handsome, are you ...... Buying paintings? ”

"Buying paintings? Well, yes. ”

Zhang Yang silently turned off the screen of his phone, thinking that he was going to add his friends.

It seems that this girl has seen all the scenes in front of the counter just now.

Are you taking me for the wrongs?

Zhang Yang's intuition was very accurate, and the little girl glanced at his hand holding the painting, and said enthusiastically:

"If you want to pick up good paintings and calligraphy, why don't you go to the third floor and have a look?"

"There's a third floor here?"

"Yes, the second floor is a fixed storefront, and the third floor is a mobile stall."

The word stall triggered the keyword of publicity.

If you pick up the leak, you have to go to the stall to taste it.

Although most of the stall owners buy their goods in the wholesale market, what if there is a mirang to sell?

Zhang Yang went to the stalls, looking for his own brother Jiumen.

After handing over the things in his hand to Xu Jie and telling him to break a piece of paper to deduct a month's salary, Zhang Yang followed the girl to the third floor.

Unlike the second floor, the upper floor is completely new.

On the ground are stalls marked out with yellow and black tape, and on the spread of cloth or wooden boards, there are a variety of antiques.

This is somewhat similar to the Tianguang Ruins in Yangcheng.

Interestingly, there are security guards walking back and forth in the market on the third floor, and it seems that there should have been many disputes here before.

Zhang Yang followed the girl to the shop that suspected to be her grandfather.

"Great, this person is a very knowledgeable buyer of paintings and calligraphy."

The old man replied in a large number of dialects, but Zhang Yang was stunned and didn't understand a word.

But looking at the gestures, it should mean asking him to take a casual look.

The girl's stall mainly sells used books, and at the end of the stall, there are many calligraphy banners hung on hangers.

Zhang Yang tried to identify them, but he could only be sure that there were old and new in these paintings and calligraphy.

The latest work is this year, and the oldest one is in the late Qing Dynasty.

The calligraphy of the late Qing Dynasty is definitely worth more than this year's, but it's really hard to say how expensive it is.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and asked:

"Uncle, which one is the most expensive one among you?"

Ask the most expensive directly, and then haggle hard!

(End of chapter)