Chapter 135: Pan Jiayuan

The heat has not disappeared, the autumn tiger is in charge, and the capital in mid-September is as hot as an oil pot. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Panjiayuan thrift market, since 92 began to form, the development is now the largest antique grocery market in the capital, an area of nearly 50,000 square meters, scaffolding stalls are mixed, what strange things have to be sold, attracting the majority of Chinese and foreign tourists.

From the beginning of its formation, there was no shortage of legends here. For example, so-and-so bought the blue and white porcelain of the Yongle official kiln for 500 yuan, and made a thousand-fold profit from changing hands; so-and-so found a big Qi Tongbao for 2,000 yuan in the stall, and really picked up a big leak; so-and-so bought a Song Dynasty brother kiln Bafang bowl for 800,000 yuan, but the result was an eye-catcher, and he almost didn't jump off the building......

After the freshman military training was completed, on the morning of the first weekend, Zhang Quyi was dragged by Qian Fatzi to the Panjiayuan thrift market to "pick up leaks".

In fact, as early as three days ago, Qian Fatzi followed Yin Wending into Beijing, and has been living with Zhang in the school dormitory.

Mr. Yin came to attend an archaeological seminar, and it happened that the capital had the largest and largest antique and thrift market in the country, so he specially brought Qian Dai to see and learn, and by the way, he exercised his eyesight. Sharpshooters are fed by bullets, and a clever expert must come into contact with a large number of antiques and gradually accumulate precipitated experience.

In the past two days, the fat man visited the glaze factory and Baoguo Temple, and really let him find two antiquities, which were identified by the old man Yin, although they are not worth much, but they are indeed genuine. This fat goods was instantly full of confidence, and his tail almost didn't reach the sky, screaming that he was going to Pan Jiayuan, the largest antique market, to pick up a big leak.

It just so happened that Zhang Quyi also wanted to see and understand, and by the way, to test the fat man's learning in the past few months, so he readily agreed, and called Jiang Ying, naturally the little rich woman Chu Nan who loves to join in the fun.

It is worth mentioning here that Chu Nan's girl actually found a pheasant university in the capital to study tea art. Zhang Quyi asked her why she learned this, and the girl's answer was ridiculous: I caught Gui with my eyes closed.

But it doesn't matter, after all, there is a father who is not short of money, in this life, he just needs to spend money, Chu Jianghai is also by her temperament, she can do whatever she wants, as long as she is happy.

"Wow, it's so big here, are those antiques?" As soon as he entered the Panjiayuan thrift market, Chu Nan shouted excitedly.

Jiang Ying chuckled: "Where do you get so many antiques, most of them are imitations, the so-called antique market is all modern handicraft business, and genuine products are just rare." ”

Jiang Ying has lived with her grandfather Yin Wending for eight years, and although she has not really studied systematically, she obviously knows a lot about this aspect.

"Isn't that just a lie?" Chu Nan said with wide eyes.

The fat man said teasingly: "You can't say that, the test of picking up objects is eyesight, you and I are willing to do so, you earn it if you pick up the leak, and you are unlucky, that is because your own eyesight is not hot enough, can you blame others?"

This product has been studied by Mr. Yin for a few months, and he looks like an expert, and this "term" pops up from time to time.

Jiang Nan said unconvinced: "Dead fatty, you are so good that you can pick up a leak and show it to Miss Ben." ”

"Hehe, Ben Fat has killed seven in the past two days in Liulichang and Baoguo Temple, and has already fought to pick up the bandit number of the king, who doesn't know in the antique world in the capital, which one doesn't know? I promise that you don't support (serve) the wall, just serve me Qian Dai......"

It's pompous!

Zhang Quyi really couldn't stand it, and interrupted: "Fatty, can you pull up the trouser chain first and then brag?"

Jiang Ying burst out laughing and turned her head away with a red face, while Chu Nan giggled unscrupulously.

"Damn!" The fat man looked down and found that the trouser chain was really open, which was the disadvantage of the fat pants, so he quickly turned his back and pulled it up, and the bun's face was swollen and red.

"Hey, a few handsome guys and beauties, come to me to pick up the leaks, the variety is complete, and the odds are quite high. The young stall owner of a stall next to him obviously heard the conversation between Zhang Quyi and the others. This guy is very good at getting things done, and he immediately greeted him familiarly.

The fat man took the opportunity to hide his embarrassment, walked over and squatted down in front of the stall, pretending to look at it.

"Hey, this teacup is very beautiful!" Chu Nan rushed over, staring at a blue and white porcelain teacup with wide apricot eyes.

Since this girl studied tea art, she seems to be very interested in tea-related.

"Ouch, beautiful woman has good eyesight, this blue and white porcelain teacup was used by Ji Xiaolan, a celebrity in the Qing Dynasty, buy it back and put it for a few years to sell it, maybe the value will increase several times, even if you don't sell it, take it to drink tea, it will ensure that you are refreshed, and your thoughts are surging!"

Zhang Quyi couldn't help but be speechless, Ya's bragging didn't need to be drafted at all.

Chu Nanxi said: "Is it really Ji Xiaolan who used it?"

"That's still fake, take a closer look for yourself, this process, this color, a proper Qing Dynasty official kiln product. The stall owner's eldest brother blew while handing the blue and white teacup to Chu Nan.

"Wait, put the things away, we'll take it ourselves!" Qian Fat hurriedly shouted.

The stall owner's eldest brother smiled: "This little fat brother is an expert, I'm afraid I'll touch the porcelain, okay, just put it away!" After speaking, he put down the teacup.

Chu Nan picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup and looked at it, and asked, "Boss, how much is this teacup?"

The stall owner's eldest brother saw that Chu Nan really had the intention of buying, and his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he hurriedly said: "If the beauty likes to take 5,000 yuan away, the market has not yet opened on this hot day, so you should ask for good luck and only charge you the cost price." ”

"If I buy it back and find out that it is fake, can I return it?" Chu Nan said weakly, although five thousand yuan was not money for her at all, she still felt uncomfortable buying a copycat.

The stall owner's eldest brother suddenly froze, and said curtly: "This ......!"

Jiang Ying said with a smile: "Nan Nan, you can't return things if you buy them!"

Just kidding, you still want to return something you buy in the antique market, let alone take it back to verify the authenticity, and people don't recognize that it was sold by their own stall just after paying the money.

"Hehe, this beauty is still sensible, we really don't have the rules for returning goods in this line!" The stall owner's eldest brother patted his thigh and said: "Yes, for the sake of this beauty's understanding, it will cost 5,000 yuan, 4,500 yuan to take away, and a packaging box will be given, look, the packaging boxes are made of rosewood, and the box alone is worth a thousand hundred." Come, I'll help you put it up. ”

As he spoke, the stall owner's eldest brother took out a packaging box and put the so-called blue and white porcelain cup used by Ji Xiaolan into it.

Zhang Quyi couldn't help crying and laughing, although he didn't know how to identify antiques, but he knew how to look at qi, this blue and white teacup didn't have any antiquity at all, and it also exuded a faint smell of fireworks, it was obviously a new product that had only recently come out of the kiln.