The boss said, "It is common to be a thriller in our industry, and I have to be careful."

The green skin of this pen holder cannot be colored and it is difficult to fake, but it is easy to fake it if it removes the bamboo skin. Dip it in vinegar to apply the bamboo skin. If it is colored, it will fade, otherwise it will not. The boss asked Tang Feng this way, one was to test Tang Feng to see if he had made a fraud. The other was worried that using vinegar will damage others' appearance. He is different from Tang Feng. He understands the hidden rules very well. Even if it is fake, he cannot miss his background.

Tang Feng said: "No problem, but there is a prerequisite. Let's first consider it real and then look at the price."

The boss said readily: "If it is true, I will pay 30,000."

Lin Muyu looked at Tang Feng with beautiful eyes. How could this guy have such accurate estimates?

Tang Feng stretched out four fingers and said, "It's not OK to lose this number."

The boss said in embarrassment: "I have difficulty in taking action when you count it. I am a small business and need to turn around quickly."

"But I can't bear the number you have." Tang Feng smiled honestly and said, "You should pay attention to integrity in your business. I don't hide it from you. That's a business that will cost you a loss."

Lin Muyu's eyes remained on Tang Feng's face. She thought that Tang Feng's appearance was very deceptive, and she was dressed so rustic to pretend to be honest.

Tang Feng said: "I have worked with my boss once. If I don't trust your integrity, I will not come again. The future business will be all in your Gujinzhai. Today, you have to give me a guaranteed price plus a little coolie money. The last price is 35,000!" He summarized his words yesterday, facing today and looking forward to tomorrow, and with a sincere look, the boss gritted his teeth and said: "It will be 35,000."

Tang Feng understood in his heart that although this boss gritted his teeth, he would definitely make a profit without losing money. There is no unified standard for the value of cultural relics. The key is to see who your buyer is.

Then, the boss made some old vinegar that he usually used at home and applied to the bamboo skin. Old vinegar is a native method, and it is not scientific for gasoline or acetic acid, but it also works.

After a while, the boss smiled and he said, "Document."

Then the two of them handed over. After the payment was completed, the boss took out his business card and handed it to Tang Feng, saying, "If you have any goods in the future, just bring them." Tang Feng looked at the business card. The boss's name was Jia Dewang, a good name, Jia Dewang.

Afterwards, the two walked out of Gujinzhai, and Lin Muyu said, "Hey, do you tell me honestly, do you often lie?"

Tang Feng said: "No, I have always spoken very realistically."

"Tsk!" Lin Muyu looked disbelief, and he said, "You don't blush when you lie."

Tang Feng said strangely: "Can lying in the business world be called lying?"

"Okay, okay," Lin Muyu said: "You always make sense. I lied to me two days ago that I wouldn't come out to buy antiques."

"I was honest at that time," Tang Feng explained.

"Well, really, it's done." Lin Muyu smiled really well, at least Tang Feng thought so, and she said, "Where will we go to stroll?" Lin Muyu thought there was always a deviation between Tang Feng and Tang Feng himself, and this deviation was natural. Tang Feng said that Porsche was like a frog lying on the ground. It was purely a local bun and had never eaten foreign meat when he entered the city, but Lin Muyu thought he was taking the opportunity to sarcastically.

Tang Feng said: "I just saw several street stalls outside Panjiayuan. Let's go there to stroll?"

"You have the final say in this matter, I'll listen to you." Lin Muyu said.

Everyone in Beijing knows that Panjiayuan has set up stalls here. In the past, small vendors were all prodigals who had no alcohol and had to drink a piece of decent things at home to practice stalls and sell them. But these people don’t know how to know and often buy meat into radishes for the price. However, there are not many such people, and the things are limited, and they will calm down after they have to make trouble. But why does the number of people who practice stalls have not decreased but have increased? That is because there are more and more fake cultural relics dealers. The antique industry is the same as stock trading, and the other group has made a lot of money. Now, those who are on CCTV Baijia Forum have entered the industry in the 1980s. The middle group occasionally gets rich and the rest can basically guarantee a bank, and the last group is the type of buying radishes for meat.

Tang Feng and Lin Muyu hadn't seen the same eye for a long time. Tang Feng was fine. Lin Muyu's pace began to slow down. He turned around and asked, "Are you tired?"

Lin Muyu shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

Tang Feng looked at her high heels that were more than ten centimeters and said, "You women are really asking for trouble."

"Hmph!" Lin Muyu said to herself, "Are you afraid that you stinky men will not help sincerely. If I were a man, you could take me with me?"

At this time, Tang Feng saw a street stall in front of him full of people, and he said, "Why don't I support you."

"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Lin Muyu immediately refused politely.

The two of them came to the street stall. The stall owner was a disabled middle-aged man with a haggard face and a little inflexible legs. At this moment, he was sitting on the sidewalk on the street, with his legs facing outward. The instep of one foot was born to turn outward, and this leg looked obviously shorter than the other leg. Therefore, he had to use a single bend beside him to walk around. A white cloth was placed in front of his stall, which read: Due to family background, the ancestral Taohe stone inkstone is now sold for 5,000 yuan.

There are many types of stone inkstones. The most famous ones are of course the Wuyuan Longwei inkstone and Duan inkstone among the four famous inkstones in China. In addition, the Chengni inkstone and Taohe inkstone are also among the four famous inkstones.

Taohe inkstones are named after they are produced along the Taohe River in Lintao County, Gansu Province. In the poem "Liu Huishu Taohe Stone Inkstone", one of the four scholars of the Sumen in the Northern Song Dynasty, it says that I have heard that the duck heads in Minshan are green, and I can polish the dragon's sword in Guixi. I also think that my literature and history do not know martial arts, so I have to try to fill the frost and autumn rabbit hair.

The autumn rabbit hair in the poem refers to a kind of brush, and the duck head green refers to the Taohe inkstone, so the Taohe inkstone is also called duck head green.

In China, no matter what occasion it is, there are people with a strong vision. Of course, most of them are in the situation of reporting good news but not bad news.

A onlooker nodded and said, "Well, it's not bad. This inkstone is tender and dense, moist and shiny. It is indeed a good Taohe inkstone."

Another person who seemed to be a good person also echoed: "Well, whether it is from the stone, texture, carving technique or inkstone decoration, it can be worth 5,000 yuan."

Lin Muyu gently pulled Tang Feng and asked, "What do you think of this inkstone?"

Tang Feng pointed to the rose-red inkstone and said, "From the color, it should be red and purple stone, which can only be considered the lowest among Taohe inkstones. In ancient poems, it is said that the green and moist green ripples are the real top-grade duck head green."

Lin Muyu pointed to the lid of the inkstone and said, "Only the four famous inkstones have a lid, which should be true."

Tang Feng said unexpectedly: "I didn't expect you would still understand this."

Lin Muyu said: "Understanding inkstones does not mean understanding antiques. They are masters of calligraphy. Oh, what is the market for this inkstone?"

Tang Feng whispered to her: "More than 10,000 yuan."

Lin Muyu immediately shouted: "Boss, I want this inkstone."

Tang Feng immediately said, "Hey, wait."

Lin Muyu turned around and said, "Oh, I'm not snatching you, it's not easy for me."

Tang Feng shook his head and said, "I don't mean that."

"It's fine if that doesn't mean it." Lin Muyu said, shaking Tang Feng's arm and said, "Good brother, give me money."
Chapter completed!