Chapter 24 Earn money!
At 7 or 8 o'clock, it was the time when the most crowded people in the ghost market. The furniture I bought was watched by Zhou Daguang and Zhang Laifu, and he was not afraid that Liu Erpang would do anything else.
On the antique street of Chenghuang Temple, many people squatted in front of the stalls, choosing their own "treasures". Zhong Yue looked at it and found that there were probably some modern handicrafts on it, which cost ten or twenty yuan. They bought them as decorations, hung them in the car, or bought a glass bracelet to wear on their hands, so that they could have fun.
Of course, there are many collectors, holding a small flashlight in their hands and shining on objects constantly, and they have always been here to find a bargain.
Although Zhong Yue is an amateur, he used to like to read some treasure appraisal columns. There are still some basic common sense. The more strange the shapes are, the more difficult it is to touch them. These things are often made by counterfeiters and are bluffing things.
Especially when it comes to Buddha statues, the ancients worshipped Buddha with a pious heart. Therefore, the things about Buddha statues created have their own characteristics of each era, and there are basically no other differences. However, modern counterfeiters do not have this concept, and they mess around, including Buddha crowns in the Tang Dynasty, cassocks in the Yuan Dynasty, lotus seats in the Ming Dynasty, etc. Such lowest counterfeiting sometimes makes some self-righteous laymen who think they are experts at the eye.
Zhong Yue squatted in front of a stall, scanning the things he liked. Yashe, those pieces of furniture alone were probably not enough, so why did he have to hang some calligraphy and paintings, ornaments were not.
The old man next to him was holding a white thing and shining it with a flashlight.
"Brother, eight hundred, ivory, I collected it from the countryside."
The old man smiled slightly, said nothing, and took a few glances and put them down again.
When the old man was not caught, the stall owner was not discouraged. Not everyone who came here was a fool. Zhong Yue looked at the things on the stall. Half of the things on the sack were jade jewelry and some small miscellaneous items, but it seemed that the workmanship was obviously full of modern industry.
His eyes swept over a black ink block with very uneven appearance, and suddenly became interested, picked it up and played with it in his hands. This thing should be an old object, but such ink blocks have the value of collection entirely lies in the quality of the ink blocks. Many calligraphy enthusiasts have the preference for collecting ink blocks, but for the overall market, it is not very popular. Generally, a piece of good ink with good quality and age is priced at about a thousand yuan, which is a mid- and low-end collection.
"How much does this thing cost?"
The stall owner glanced at Zhong Yue, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes, "Not expensive, eight hundred."
Zhong Yue smiled and was about to put it down. Just kidding, the handwriting on it was almost gone. This thing with such a bad appearance was almost the same as eighty.
"How much do you want?"
When Zhong Yue saw that the stall owner wanted to let go, he smiled and said, "Eighty."
"Oh, my little brother is quite good at bargaining, eighty? You are like this brick on the roadside. This is the best Hui ink from the Republic of China period. Eighty hundred is already a cheap price."
Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Do you think there is still a value for collecting this kind of appearance? You don't have the box in it, and just throw it on the stall so casually, so why don't you be afraid of getting damp?"
The middle-aged uncle twitched his lips. No one wanted this thing. He collected it from the countryside for twenty years and didn't take it seriously. He thought about black Zhong Yue's money, but he didn't expect that this young man would understand it quite well.
"Then...that's what I forgot to bring the box today. If you sincerely want it, it's only five hundred."
Zhong Yue stood up and didn't plan to continue talking about it. He only used this thing himself, and five hundred was really a bit expensive.
"Little brother, three hundred, three hundred. We are so close to each other, three hundred, what do you think?"
Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "I am eighty."
This is the most shameless saying of bargaining, it’s only 80 yuan, if you like to sell it or not.
The middle-aged uncle's face immediately pulled down.
"Your ink ingots are cracked. No matter how good it is, it can't be sold. Eighty, I'm just asking you to get some blood back, otherwise it will rot on the stall, and no one will buy it."
The middle-aged uncle sighed, "Okay, it's about eighty or eighty. You are so good at talking than those old guys. Even if I'm unlucky today, I'll sell it half-sell and get it half-given."
Zhong Yue squatted down again, handed a hundred yuan to the middle-aged uncle, and played with the piece of Hui ink that had a slightly ink fragrance.
"I'm still eighty!"
Zhong Yue smiled.
"Okay, this ink piece is really an old object. I won't lie to you. If it weren't for the difference in quality, it would be worth three or five hundred yuan. I don't have any change. Brother, please pick a little thing on this little object and make up a hundred yuan."
Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth, and he still had to cheat him for twenty yuan? But it was only twenty yuan. Zhong Yue looked at the small items on the stall, picked up some seals, and played with them under the light.
"The little one is twenty, the big one is fifty. Brother, this one is green jade in your hand, fifty yuan. If you want it, just pay another thirty."
Zhong Yue glanced at the middle-aged stall owner who looked like a profiteer. This thing was probably worthless crafts, and the cost was overwhelming. He picked up a dark seal and it was a bit heavy. He didn't pass through under the light. He looked very complicated. He was not a good jade material. But Zhong Yue had a very strange feeling and always felt that this seal was a bit strange.
Zhong Yue remembered that he had three opportunities to identify the system, so he immediately logged into the system.
"Does the things in the host's hands be identified?"
"yes."
After a while, the system's voice came slowly, "The Ming Dynasty's idle seal 'Ancient Road Spring Breeze', material: Tianhuangshi, system estimate: 50,000."
"Ahem!"
When the middle-aged stall owner saw Zhong Yue, he looked shocked and said suspiciously: "Little brother, what's wrong? Although this seal stone is dark, fortunately, it has never been engraved. If you buy it, you can still ask someone to engrave a name. It is practical and high-end."
Zhong Yue immediately regained his expression on his face and said lightly: "Uncle, you are trying to scare me with broken stones. Look at it yourself, is this jade material?"
"Why isn't it? Sure, yes."
"Twenty yuan, okay, I want this. When I go out to play here, I really brought a hundred yuan. I really have no money."
The middle-aged stall owner glanced at the black seal stone on Zhong Yue's hand, thinking to himself if this little guy likes such black things. He has sold the ink and seal for a year or two, and no one has ever asked for the price. He sold all of them today, and he can still make fifty or sixty. When he thought about it, he waved his hand and said, "Take it, take it away, take it away, I'm unlucky. It's really boring to do business with poor students like you."
Zhong Yue was very calm on the surface, but his little heart had already jumped fast.
50,000? There will be no bugs in the system, right?
He put the seal in his pocket casually and pretended to be idle so that people would not be able to see the clues, "Uncle, give me a bag. You can't let me hold a piece of ink like this and make my hands dark, right?"
The middle-aged stall owner was a little angry and thought that this kid would take advantage of it?
"Plastic restriction order, 50 cents for the bag!"
Zhong Yue smiled so hard that his stomach was about to get cramps.
"Give you one."
"You also said you have no money! You little bastard!"
"This time it's the last dollar..."
Chapter completed!