In Panjiayuan in 1982, there was no antique market, just a pair of thrift merchants spontaneously formed a trading market here.

There are more than one market like this in the Great Capital, each with its own characteristics, and most of them gathered here until later.

Because Panjiayuan was once called "Panjiayao", there are many large mounds and large water holes caused by digging soil from brick kilns.

Many people, based on the principle of "standing high and seeing far", practice stalls around large piles of soil, stand on the top of the piles of soil, and keep watch. If there is a plainclothes red sleeve, it will be easier for them to run away.

So some people also call this place Jinsong Tupo.

Since we are ready to run away at any time, there are not many big items in Panjiayuan at this moment, mainly snuff bottles, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, and small wood pieces.

So it is not easy to find a rosewood table and two sandalwood chairs for ten yuan.

Guan Dasheng rode his bicycle all the way, rushed to Panjiayuan with sweat, and then found the stall according to the location Lao Song said.

The stall owner was a young man in his twenties, with a look that he looked like a thief when he looked at anyone, and he was cautious and vaguely smart.

And on his stall, there was a set of colorful flower and bird pots.

Guan Dasheng followed his father and knew a little about the tricks of antiques, so he first picked up several nearby stalls, and then seemed to casually walk to the young man's stall.

He picked up a tea bowl, squinted his eyes and said carelessly: "How much does it cost to use your set of flower and bird pots that imitate Ming?"

The stall owner glanced at Guan Dasheng and said indifferently: "I don't have a pot that imitates Ming here, just a set of pots from Mingguan Kiln. If you want to find an imitation, please go to another place."

"The pot from the official kiln in the Ming Dynasty? Ouch, then your ancestors can get the third rank."

Guan Dasheng laughed, but he picked up the tea bowl in his hand and looked at the teapot carefully, and he felt more and more surprised.

This set of pots is really similar to the ones in his own house, and it is somewhat different in details, but if he hadn't been particularly familiar with the set of pots in his own house, he wouldn't have seen it.

And this is in line with the characteristics of "unique" handicrafts.

Handicrafts will not be exactly the same, but exactly the same are industrial products.

The young stall owner looked at Guan Dasheng who tried to pretend to be a "stubborn" aura, and was too lazy to talk nonsense to him anymore, so he waved his hand and said, "If you don't bargain for a thousand yuan, if you think it's expensive, go to another house to have a look!"

"Hmph, if it is really a colorful flower and bird pot from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty, a thousand yuan would be worth it, but what if it is fake? Then aren't you harming people?"

The young stall owner snatched the tea bowl from Guan Dasheng and said impatiently: "If you want to buy a fake one, go to the stall in the west, don't come to me to find fault."

“Hahaha~,”

The stall owner next to him smiled and explained to Guan Dasheng: "Don't go to the west. Brother, come and take a look at me, the authentic Tang Sancai, a pair of 80 yuan, and you will also give you a box of Huanghuali."

"Who are you shady with your box of yellow sandalwood?"

Guan Dasheng left the stall cursed and then walked around.

He found that there were not many items on the entire market that were large and thousands of yuan, most of which were 180 yuan, and hundreds of yuan more. Even a few things that were obviously unearthed were only priced at one or two thousand yuan.

Isn’t the Ming Dynasty official kiln pots in his family really worth so much?

【No, this is a business, this is an opportunity.】

Guan Dasheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​"buying backwards and selling backwards".

The same thing can be sold for several times the price when you meet someone you really like.

【But where does this money come from?】

Guan Dasheng rode his bike home all the way. Dinner time had passed. Leftovers were eaten in his mouth, and there was no taste at all.

[I will eat Donglaishun every day in the future.]

Guan Dasheng tossed and turned all night, but got up late the next morning without any surprise.

Just take another day and sleep until noon.

In the afternoon, I couldn't help but curse when a customer came to the door.

It was still the man who bowed when he saw someone. According to my father, it was probably the chrysanthemum man, but this time he was accompanied by the young man who had been there once.

"Eight thousand yuan, this is the last price, and this is the last chance I will give you."

Koji Inoue's face looked sinister, and his low voice was filled with resentment and anger.

Mr. Guan Er said indifferently: "Sir, this antique is here to go.

Last year, this set of pots might not be worth 8000, not to mention eight thousand, but by next year, twenty thousand may be considered cheap."

Koji Inoue was about to speak again, but Naoto Nakamura next to him suddenly stood up, turned around and walked out.

Koji Inoue suddenly became panicked and picked up his bag and wanted to leave.

"Eight thousand yuan, the deal!"

The decision that Mr. Guan Er suddenly shouted made Guan Dasheng, who was attending the audience, not believe his ears.

Why did my dad suddenly become timid? A few days ago, didn’t he say that the antique industry is to be calm, not impatient, and not move like a mountain?

Naoto Nakamura, who had just walked out of the door, smiled contemptuously.

Koji Inoue did not bring enough cash, but just paid the deposit in advance. Both parties agreed to clear the money tomorrow.

After the two left, Guan Dasheng asked his father impatiently: "Dad, why did you agree to the 8,000 yuan? Our thing is worth ten or 20,000 yuan!"

But Mr. Guan Er said, "Whether it is worth it depends on who has the final say. Today, you see who has the final say on the people present?"

Guan Dasheng said: "Of course, you have the final say! If you don't sell it, can they still snatch it?"

"I don't have the final say," Mr. Guan Er smiled and said, "It's that young man who has the final say! If they leave today, they really won't come back."

Guan Dasheng said in surprise: "Then you said 20,000 that day."

Mr. Guan Er waved his hand and said, "This set of pots is not worth 20,000 now."

""

Koji Inoue opened the car door first and waited for Naoto Nakamura to get into the car, and finally got in.

"Nakamura, your method is still effective. These people are too cunning."

"Inoue, if you do business with China, you must be decisive and have the courage and confidence to fight for bayonets."

"Hi, I'll work hard."

Hiroji Inoue nodded and was taught, but cursed in his heart - you are the boss, of course you can give up at any time. If I give up, wouldn't you fire me?

Naoto Nakamura glanced at Koji Inoue and said softly: "Did you say in your heart that the price I gave them is too high?"

Hiroji Inoue quickly shook his head: "No, if I were talking myself, I might have paid more."

Naoto Nakamura smiled coldly and said, "Money is the catalyst of greed. They got 8,000 today, and the day after tomorrow they wanted to get 80,000 the day after tomorrow.

Today they sell us a set of porcelain, and the day after tomorrow, maybe they can take out what we hope to find."

""

Koji Inoue looked at Naoto Nakamura in surprise, and for the first time he had the idea of ​​"this turtle thing looks a bit like his grandfather."

......

Uncle Guan Er received the deposit from others and went out to purchase with his nephew Guan Dacheng.

My eldest brother's family has been hard-working over the years and now that he has money, he has to prepare something for them. At least three turns and one sound, he has to match them all together, right?

Guan Dasheng watched his father go out with money, and he felt sorry for him.

Originally, from 20,000 to 8,000, the gap in his heart was very big, but now he still has to give 4,000 to others. Who can bear this kind of heartache?

"Eight thousand, if I had known Eight thousand, why didn't I sell it to that stick mallet?

Guan Dasheng suddenly thought of an idea, and he couldn't stop thinking crazy.

He hurriedly ran back to his house and found a wrinkled note.

"It's worth taking risks if it's 15,000 or 8,000."

.....

After receiving the news, Wei Jiaxian rushed to a hotel in the west of the city.

This is the contact address he left for Guan Dasheng, which can be regarded as a fishing rod, and the wishes will take the bait.

"Eight thousand yuan, no cent can be lost."

"Okay, but do your family agree to sell it to me?"

"Why are you so stubborn? Follow me and hand in hand in hand in hand in hand in hand in hand in hand."

Wei Jiaxian looked at Guan Dasheng with his eyes flashing, shook his head and said, "Then I can't go to your house to trade. You have to bring the things to me. We will clear the money and no one can pursue it in the future."

"You then wait."

Guan Dasheng rode his bike home in a burgeoning manner. While his father and mother were not at home, he stole the colorful flower and bird pot and gave it to Wei Jiaxian.

Wei Jiaxian didn't make a fuss this time, and gave Guan Dasheng a little less than 8,000 yuan.

Only after Guan Dasheng left did Old Song appear quietly.

"Uncle Song, are you talking about the Guan family the people we are looking for?"

"This is to see what the result will be. Although Hua Erhan has the ability to use fake to distort the real, the fake is fake and it will never be real. One day, experts will see it.
To be continued...