"Just as the old saying goes, reading thousands of books is not as good as walking around. Especially for antique appraisal, you must read more. Only by reading more and having a broader knowledge will your horizons rise. And you also said that this opportunity is rare. If we have freed up the quota, we don't need to waste it. Since we have decided to take this little girl, then stop making fun of the little girl. Isn't it just a few painful experiences of being chased and asked, so is it necessary?" Jian'er said.

"What little girl, it seems like you can be much older than others, and you can pretend to be so mature." He said to Jian'er, and his old face turned red. Old Master Song gave Jian'er annoyedly, and couldn't help but hum twice, muttering in a low voice, "Speak lightly, try to see if you are chased in the toilet and ask questions. It's really..., damn it!" The last swearing old man bit his lips almost no sound. After all, he is a cultural person. We cultural persons don't speak eloquently or slutty, even if we say something secretly.

But who is Jian'er? With her current ear power, as long as your voice comes out of your throat, she can tell you clearly and clearly even if you whisper, but Jian'er also sees it. If you continue to break up the topic, this old man will be really anxious with you, so he has to put his smile on his heart and pretend that he hasn't heard it.

In order to take care of the old man's face, after all, except for her, the people present were also held in their hands. Since the old man had the intention to stop the topic, no matter how little the person who had no eyes was, he would not continue. So everyone changed the topic and talked about something else in a tacit understanding.

Although everyone was a first-time meeting, because they had a common hobby, they started chatting in a few minutes, especially the "Ghost Market" at night, which is the top priority of the topic. It was at this time that Jian'er realized that besides her, there was also the little girl named Zhao Jing, and everyone else had already gone there. Although she had only been there twice or twice, she was always better than her, the first brother.

"Grandpa Song will tell us about the 'ghost market' tonight!" He was very interested in Jian'er, especially knowing that there was an auction for secular people after this "ghost market". Jian'er's interest was not as simple as riding two, and she was all a practitioner. This was the first time she had entered this circle, so how could she not be interested?

Although Mr. Song may not know this, don't underestimate these old men. Maybe they can really see something. What? If Jian'er is interested, why don't you ask Lei? Forget it, three sticks can't hit a dull guy. With this man's habit of speaking so concisely that it makes people crazy, it's useless to ask. Instead of asking Lei that guy, it's better to listen to Mr. Song and the others brag.

"Okay, let's talk about it." Old Master Song narrowed his eyes, touched his chin, and then said, "Speaking of it, I haven't even graduated from the 'ghost market' for the first time I participated in this 'ghost market'..." Old Master Song was extremely moved. The first time he followed his master to participate in this "ghost market" was when he was a teenager, not much older than the Jian'er girl in front of him. In the blink of an eye, it's been decades, old, old...

It's worthy of being Mr. Song, so I can say! The old man talked about his experience of participating in this "Ghost Market" so much that it was so scattered. The people present also heard it with relish. One year, who spent a few copper coins on the "Ghost Market" and bought a priceless treasure. Who seemed to have hit an evil person and actually spent a lot of money to find a bunch of rags. Who was repaired because of his greed and turbulent trouble in the "Ghost Market" and has never seen anyone again. I still don't know how to live or die...

One by one, one by one, Jian'er was so relish. As expected, the most interesting thing in this antique shop is to hear these elders "demonstrations". Hey, compared with them, that 1000 and 101 nights is like a dish without salt, extremely boring.

Just when Jian'er could hear the smell, a voice suddenly interrupted Mr. Song's words.

"Is anyone here?" A voice came from the outside.

"Here you come." He slapped his forehead, it was really. I forgot to close the door just now! Forget it, since there are guests coming, I still have to greet you. So Mr. Song nodded to Jian'er and the others, and walked out with a curtain.

"It's true, I'm hearing something wonderful." A small complaint came out of Zhao Jing's mouth.

"That's it." Jian'er nodded in the same feeling, and was just hearing it, "Forget it, it's not interesting to stay here, I'll go out and have a look."

"I'll go with you." Zhao Jing responded positively. All the "storytellers" left. Why are they still staying in the room? Everyone plays the game of staring at the big eyes, boring!

The two little beauties went out, and the remaining men looked at each other. Forget it, it was boring to stay here anyway, so I would all go and join in the fun.

When he went out, Jian'er saw that Mr. Song was being pestered by a guy with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek.

"Boss Song, please help me see. My pastel bottle is definitely a good treasure. Qianlong pastel, the official kiln from the palace! It was passed down from our family, and this is a real heirloom. Now, my aunt was diagnosed with cancer, and the surgery cost tens of thousands of yuan. Her family really couldn't make up the money, so she had to ask for my mother. My mother said that during the great famine, she said that when the famine was in the past, she was forced to get it.

If my aunt hadn't been kind to help her, my mother might have grown taller in the grave. So no matter what she is busy, we have to help her. You know, my family is not well-off, so my mother took out this heirloom and planned to exchange for some money to help her life." The guy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said as he put the pastel bottle on the table and kept pushing towards Mr. Song.

"Monkey San, I really can't see this well. Why don't you go to another house to try it?" Mr. Song smiled bitterly and retreated. To be honest, if he knew that it was this guy who came to call the door just now, he should have thought it was because he didn't hear it and didn't come out.

"Don't let me know, Boss Song, who will we follow each other? Can you see it again? This is really my family heirloom, wrapped by my mother layer by layer, locked well. This was distributed to me when my grandfather went there, saying that it was kept for me to think about (some objects left by the dead old man for the living people as thoughts). I also explained it before death. This treasure was kept for the heirloom, and I must not move unless I had to! My grandfather, you know that although it is not as good as your eyesight, his eyes will never be bad. Please give me a look." Hou San asked again, and then suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly answered, "As long as you see it correctly, the price is easy to say."

"Monkey San. You can also say that I grew up watching me. Our two families are old friends. Don't you know what kind of person I, Old Man Song, are? I really can't see it well! Otherwise, can you try it?" Mr. Song smiled bitterly. Although for the goods received in the business, even if the goods are right, he would always pick a bone from the egg to bargain, but this time he really didn't have to choose this thing, and this thing would definitely not be a pastel from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty!

At the same time, Mr. Song also felt strange. Although this Hou San was really not a good weapon, his old man had never learned any skills. But if the things were really left by his grandfather, it would be strange. His grandfather was definitely an old senior in the industry. To be honest, this person's vision would never be worse than himself. How could such an obvious fake thing be left to the old man for his daughter to be a heirloom?

"This thing is really wrong?" Looking at Mr. Song's serious appearance, the monkey hesitated. Could it be that the old man really didn't lie to him? "Mr. Song, tell me the truth, do you think this bottle..."

"This bottle will definitely not be the official kiln pastel of the Qianlong period, and to be honest, maybe it is not as old as you." Because he is also an acquaintance, and Hou San looked like he would never believe it, so Mr. Song just made the topic clear.

"What?! Impossible!" Hou San shouted. But in his heart, Hou San knew very well. This old Songzi had no chance of lying to him. Suddenly, Hou San's face became extremely ugly. How could this happen? You must know that grandpa absolutely loved his mother. Although according to the old-fashionedness of the older generation, the business was to be passed on to his son, no matter how his mother was, as a favored daughter, she shouldn't have to have a fake bottle.

Mr. Song shrugged and said that he had never lie. He was powerless to do anything about it.

"Can you show me?" Seeing that they had finished speaking, Jian'er walked over and asked. Obviously, the deal between Mr. Song and this guy named Hou San had broken down. Now Jian'er went up to ask, it was not considered a violation of the rules.

But at this time, Hou San had become a little lost and murmured: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"Monkey San!" Old Master Song couldn't help but scream, then patted Hou San's shoulders and woke him up from his lost state. He was not angry about Jian'er's current thrust, but his heart was just a "knock" and couldn't help but look at the flat bottle again. You know, this girl and the little god are poisonous, don't you miss something, right? But it's strange, that's right. Although this bottle looks pretty, it's definitely just an ordinary handicraft and has no collection value at all.

"Ah?!" Hou San's body shook and slowly came back to his senses, "Old Master Song, what's the matter?"

"I mean, can you show me this flat bottle?" Before Mr. Song could speak, Jian'er said again with a good temper.

"Ah, this, please, please!" Hou San hurriedly moved the pastel flat bottle in the direction of Jian'er, then let go of his hand and made a gesture of asking for help.

Jian'er nodded at him, then looked at the pastel flat bottle carefully. Looking at the painting on the bottle, Jian'er was speechless. Oh my God, do you need this? Such a fine and real vase actually depicts such a painting that makes people understand at a glance that is "absolutely fake". This, this is true, I don't know what to say. Could it be that the old senior brought to play with his son and grandchildren.

However, this is not the point, but the point is... Jian'er looked at the bottle carefully and wanted to make sure that her feeling was not wrong just now. Just now, when Jian'er came out, she felt that the man seemed to be a little wrong, especially when he took out the bottle, Jian'er felt that the wrong feeling became even stronger.

But before that time, Mr. Song was talking to this person, and it was hard for Jian'er to speak, but this was different. He was worried that he would be snatched away by someone else, so Jian'er hurriedly stepped forward and looked at it in detail.

With his hand stretched out, Jian'er gently held the bottle into the palm of her hand. Her fingertips were gently fumbled around the bottle, and a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.

After a while, Jian'er said, "How much do you plan to want this?"

When he heard Jian'er ask this, Monkey San's face lit up, and his rat eyes seemed to grow a little bigger: "Miss, you have such a good look, I..." He was about to make a big fuss again, but was interrupted by Jian'er with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, okay, we are not secretly talking. Don't use this bottle to fool the official kiln during the Qianlong period. Just look at the picture above. It's absolutely impossible for this thing to appear in fifty years." As he said that, Jian'er stretched out his little hand and carefully pointed at a certain position on the bottle, and signaled Hou San to see it.

Hou San's face turned red. He really didn't look at the bottle carefully. No wonder Mr. Song said just now that he "can't see it well" this thing. Forget it, he didn't say, "Well, even if the bottle has not been in the generation, you see that the workmanship is definitely one of the best. This painting is beautiful, no, I mean..."

"Okay, I understand what you mean. Tell me, you offer a price. I look at Xixing and want to buy this bottle as a vase for flower arrangement." Jian'er interrupted Hou San's words, "Don't quote a false price. If the price is not suitable, then forget it. I'll buy a vase for flower arrangement again."

Hou Sanyi was stunned and hesitated at the vase. It would be fine if this was a real product that really opened the door, but this modern work product was also well aware of the buyer. He understood it and it was only because of someone who pointed it out. How should the price be paid?
Chapter completed!