Tang Feng looked at the Buddha statue on the booth again. The head of this Buddha statue is slightly larger, the body is short, the snail-shaped bun, the face is plump and remedy, the overall appearance is full and strong, and the robes on the body have raised round rope-like lines. From the outside, the appearance is not high-quality, with obvious flaws. According to the current market conditions, the value is around 250,000, and there is an upward trend, which has a certain collection value. However, this Buddha statue has a strong confusion. Tang Feng is completely confident that many people present cannot see its true value. However, the reserve price of this 150,000 is not the transaction price, and even if others do not see its true value, it may be stolen from Tang Feng. If this is true, others are blind cats and dead rats, but Tang Feng will watch the cooked ducks fly away.

The two walked out of the yard together. Now Tang Feng has 200,000 yuan, and Chen Yan has only 40,000 yuan. Even if Chen Yan is willing to borrow, he will not be able to get this Buddha statue for 240,000 yuan. The worst thing is that the evening party of the underground black market is about to begin in two hours. Even if Tang Feng can think of a solution, time may not be too late.

At this time, Tang Feng suddenly thought of the Ming Dynasty memorial beside him. If he could find a way to take action on this thing, the difficulties in front of him would be solved. He immediately asked Chen Yan: "How far is the closest antique trading market here?"

Chen Yan said without hesitation: "Tianjin Ancient Culture Street is more than 40 kilometers away from here. Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

"Get on the bus quickly!" Tang Feng said: "Send me as fast as possible."

"Hey, what's the matter? " Tang Feng didn't wait for Chen Yan to talk, and ran out, and he ran as he ran, "Explain to you on the road."

On the Beijing-Tianjin-Tangzhou Expressway, Alto savagely occupied the fast lane. Behind him, a big Mercedes-Benz BMW kept honking the horn. Oh my god, the toad was on the expressway. What camouflage jeep are you charging?

Alto was driving rapidly, and the car body was shaking very hard. Tang Feng, who had explained the situation to Chen Yan, looked back at the car behind him and urged, "Brother, are you faster?"

"Do I call you an old man?" Chen Yan said helplessly: "Do you think I'm driving a tank? This is Alto. It's already floating like this. No matter how fast it is, you won't fall apart immediately?"

Alto has really reached its limit. When he arrived at the Tianjin Ancient Culture Street, Tang Feng looked at the time and wandered around for almost half an hour. What kind of broken car is this? Ancient people rode horses faster than it.

Tianjin Ancient Culture Street is located in Jintang Bridge, Haihe Plaza, Tianjin. The entire street is 580 meters long. The overall building is imitated with the folk architectural style of Qing Dynasty. Tianhou Palace is located in the center of the street. At this moment, Tang Feng and Chen Yan are standing opposite the Cuiwenzhai Store, one of the most famous antique shops in Tianjin.

"Oh, I hope I can buy a good price." Tang Feng was not confident when he said this. The more anxious he was, the less he could sell the good price.

Although Tianjin Ancient Culture Street has not a long history, there are several time-honored antique shops on the street, Cuiwenzhai is one of them, and the layout is very similar to the supply and marketing cooperative in the 1980s. Tang Feng walked in and an old man wearing reading glasses stepped forward enthusiastically and asked, "What do you need for this gentleman?"

Tang Feng didn't have time to get close to him, so he asked straightforwardly: "Will you buy cultural relics here?"

"Cache, you will definitely collect it, as long as your things are good things you bought on the right path." The old man agreed and asked Tang Feng: "Have you brought the things?"

Tang Feng took out the memorial that was folded in a hardboard folder from his bag and handed it to the old man. The old man took the memorial, slowly returned to his desk to sit down, then slowly took off his glasses, then took out the magnifying glass in his pocket and began to inspect the goods carefully.

Seeing the old man slowly looking, Tang Feng was so anxious. After looking at him for a few minutes, he looked up at Tang Feng and said, "Yes, this Zhu Chuang is indeed the original work of Emperor Renzong of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Gaochi, and the memorial of Yongle Nian." Tang Feng knew that he had met an expert. The old man said that the Tang family's method of watching antiques was to find a different way and not to the mainstream. If the tomb robber's treasure appraisal technique is somewhat a bit crooked, then this old man is a famous and upright school, and he made the final confirmation from his handwriting.

Tang Feng was most nervous about time, and he immediately asked: "How much can this thing be sold?"

The old man laughed and said, "Young man, you have just entered the industry for a while, right? You can't be happy in everything, and you can't sell it for a good price."

Tang Feng himself laughed at Chen Yan's joy in his heart, and he was confused at the critical moment. No wonder their old man used to say that he was too young. When he looked at the kids, he still had a vision. But how could he blame Tang Feng? He was essentially a simple farmer. Although his honest smile was very deceptive, it was not a false appearance, but a nature. The problem is that he had a grandfather who was an old tomb robber who ran around the world. In order to allow Tang Feng to come into contact with society in the future, his grandfather forced him to instill those messy experiences in the martial arts world. But these are just theory. Tang Feng had no practical experience. He also knew how to apply it flexibly to deal with people like Jiang Yuan. Once it reached the critical moment, he immediately showed his flaws. The silly boy scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Hey, I think you are not like someone who took the opportunity to lower the price, so he said that."

He was wearing a lot of clothes and flattering, and the old man smiled and said, "I remind you that it is not because of my kindness, but because we are a state-owned enterprise, and there are standards for purchasing prices, not just nonsense." Then, he took out a price of antiques purchased by Tianjin Cultural Relics Bureau from the drawer and turned to one of the pages and said, "Based on the appearance, I will calculate it according to the highest standard, 30,000 yuan. What do you think?"

30,000 yuan? Tang Feng couldn't help but shake his head. The price is lower than the market. Private acquisitions will have to go up to 35,000 yuan. If you can still make a fool of yourself, the problem is not big. He said, "I really can't accept your price."

"I can understand your idea. After all, the country's acquisition price cannot be compared with private ones, but we have our system, so I can't do it either, alas," the old man sighed and continued: "So our country has lost a lot of cultural relics."

Tang Feng said helplessly: "That's it."

The old man returned the memorial that was reluctant to leave. Tang Feng took it and turned around and prepared to leave.

"Young man, wait a moment!" the old man shouted from behind.

Tang Feng turned his head and asked, "Is there anything wrong with uncle?"

The old man said earnestly: "After all, we are state-owned enterprises. Selling them to us is equivalent to selling them to the country. Do you think about it again?"

If Tang Feng was rich now than the country, he might have considered some enlightenment issues, but with his current situation of the clay Buddha crossing the river and burning his eyebrows, he was really not worthy of talking about these noble character. Looking at the old man over 70s, Tang Feng couldn't bear to say it. He lied and said, "Uncle, it's not that I don't want to contribute to the country, but because I urgently need money now, there is no way."

"Oh, forgot!" said the old man: "Look, you are also an honest person. You walk from here and cross three roads. There is a Zhuji Auction House. You go there and ask, and you can sell it for a good price when you take it to the auction."

Tang Feng secretly called my mother, when is it now? I still have to get the bullshit Zhuji Auction House for auction. This bullshit Zhu Tangfeng's mind suddenly appeared and he asked, "Old man, is the boss of Zhuji Auction House the surname Zhu?"

The old man could not have thought that Tang Feng would ask this, and he nodded and said, "Yes."
Chapter completed!