"fair enough."

Yu Feibai nodded, turned his eyes, and walked to the shelf where the porcelain was placed. After looking at it for a moment, he said with emotion: "These things can be seen as imitations at a glance. Why couldn't I tell that back then and I was easily fooled?"

I was deceived."

"This fully shows that your eyesight has improved." Wang Guan said with a smile: "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to tell at the moment that these porcelains are new imitations."

"Who are you lying to?" Yu Feibai shook his head, how could he believe it.

"Forget it if you don't believe it." Wang Guan smiled. Sometimes things in the world are so bizarre, and no one would believe him if he told the truth.

While talking, the two of them started browsing slowly in the store. After a while, Yu Feibai sighed again: "Songxianqiao is worthy of being one of the top ten antique markets in the country."

"Why do you say that suddenly?" Wang Guan asked curiously.

"You're right. I didn't understand it before, but after two years of studying with Mr. Qian and Uncle De, my appreciation ability has indeed improved a lot." Yu Feibai chuckled softly: "I don't believe you can't tell.

One out of ten items in this store is genuine. Compared to other places where the entire store is full of fakes, the chance of buying real antiques here is still relatively high."

"Haha, it sounds very reasonable." Wang Guan thought about it and agreed.

At the same time, Wang Guan also feels that it is because there are relatively many real things sent to the Xianqiao Antique Market that it attracts many treasure hunters to come here to hunt for treasures.

When there are more people, it will naturally be lively, and it can attract more people's attention, and the popularity will be stronger. Strong popularity means business opportunities, which will definitely attract a large number of antique dealers. There are more antique shops, and the chance of selling genuine antiques will naturally increase.

a bit.

It is this virtuous cycle that makes Xianqiao Antique Market so full of vitality.

After sighing, Wang Guan smiled and suggested: "It's almost done. Go and get a few mixed real and fake things to test the shop owner's level. Maybe you can get over it."

"That's a good idea." Yu Feibai's eyes lit up and he quickly followed his plan. He picked four or five fake items in the store, mixed them with a real antique, and then walked to the counter to negotiate the price with the store owner.

"Boss, how do you sell these things?"

Approaching the counter, Yu Feibai preemptively said: "They are all small gadgets, and the prices are definitely not very high. Boss, I am a repeat customer, so you can't fool me."

"Oh, it turns out it's you, little brother. I said you look so familiar." The shop owner smiled more cordially and said cheerfully: "Thank you for taking care of me again. Since little brother comes here often, he should also know that our antique shop has always been

The prices are fair, the customers are honest, and they will never deceive the customers.”

Wang Guan watched the two people's performance with great interest. Yu Feibai said that he was a repeat customer, but he acted like a newbie in the industry, clearly pretending to be stupid. However, the shop owner is not bad either, whether he remembers Yu Feibai or not.

, take advantage of the situation and hit the snake with the stick.

Sometimes, buying antiques involves a battle of wits, and everyone decides the winner based on their eyesight. If you buy the right thing, it shows that you have a unique vision, which is your own ability. If you buy the wrong thing, you can't blame others, after all, you know the antique market well.

The water is deep and will trickle in, so you should be mentally prepared for this.

"Boss, please give me a real price. How much does this cost?"

You came and went, and after being polite for a while, Yu Feibai picked up an item and asked for its price. It was a small and exquisite walnut with an image of Maitreya Buddha carved on it. It looked innocent and cute, but it was also very delicate.

"This is the number!" The shopkeeper smiled more honestly and slowly stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty?" Yu Feibai decided to pretend to be stunned to the end.

"I said five hundred yuan." The shop owner was not angry, but smiled and said: "Brother, we are a small business, so you can't bargain too hard. If you really want to buy it, I can give you fifty yuan.

"

Wang Guan silently exclaimed beside him. The walnut pattern was clearly embossed by a machine. In an ordinary handicraft store, it would cost at most five yuan each. But here it costs five hundred, and I dare say it's not expensive.

"Four hundred and fifty? That's too expensive." Yu Feibai looked dissatisfied, shook his head, took out another item and asked, "What about this pen holder? How can I sell it?"

The pen holder looks old and simple, and there are figures of flowers and birds on it, which looks very much like something from ancient times.

However, Wang Guan could tell that this pen holder was not even ancient, let alone modern. It was from a few weeks ago at most, and the color was a bit bluish, which showed that the water in the pen holder had not completely evaporated.

.

However, when the shop owner told him that the pen holder was a work of a master from the Republic of China, he asked for a price of 20,000 yuan.

Yu Feibai was not in a hurry to express his position, and continued to ask questions one by one. Finally, at the end, he revealed the main target, a small stationery utensil, a blue and white porcelain penholder.

"Boss, how much does this cost?" Yu Feibai pretended not to care.

"I said, little brother..."

However, at this time, there was a little more smile in the shopkeeper's eyes. He picked up the glass of water, took a slow sip of tea, and then said leisurely: "You and I have been going around in such a long circle, but we are actually interested in it."

Let’s go to Beacon Hill.”

"Well……"

Both Yu Feibai and Wang Guan were stunned. Then they cursed in their hearts, what an old fox.

The shop owner is middle-aged, but actually not too old. He has a warm smile on his face from beginning to end. But this expression, in the eyes of Wang Guan and Yu Feibai, is clearly a symbol of a cunning fox.

"It can be seen that this little brother is an expert, so I will speak out openly."

At the same time, the shop owner picked up Bijiashan and said with a smile: "This is something that was fired in the official kiln during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty. The texture is strong and fine, and the appearance is very good. It can be called a fine product. The asking price of 10,000 is not too much.

Bar."

"This..." Yu Feibai's mood was very complicated.

I originally wanted to hide it, but I didn't expect that the shop owner would see through it. It's really embarrassing.

"Is two thousand okay?"

Wang Guan on the side is very open-minded. According to the original plan, he just wanted to test the skill of the shop owner. Now that he has tried it out, he has real talent and knowledge, so let's bargain.

He reached out and pulled Yu Feibai away. Wang Guan sat in front of the shop owner and said with a chuckle: "This Bijia Mountain looks good, but it's not worth ten thousand. And judging from the discoloration of the blue and white glaze, I'm afraid it's not worth 10,000 yuan."

It cannot be dated to the Guangxu period. I think this should be something from the Republic of China. Two thousand yuan is very reasonable."

"Haha, it turns out you are really an expert." The shop owner smiled. He was not afraid of haggling and made a counter-offer, indicating that the other party wanted to buy. Otherwise, why waste everyone's time.

Wang Guan waved his hand and said modestly: "I'm not an expert, I just learned a few things. If something is wrong, the boss just doesn't laugh."

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