Rolling up his sleeves, Zhao Jing pulled out his posture, everyone was in a dark line, God, what he knew was that this guy was about to view and identify the Buddha statue that Jian Er bought. Those who didn't know thought that the girl was going to fight.

After picking up the magnifying glass (well, Jian'er felt that her posture was more like picking up a big knife), Zhao Jing bent down and held the magnifying glass to look at the Buddha appearance of King Dawei Deming, and began to circle around there.

With the help of a magnifying glass, this person looked so carefully. Look at the strength, it was really the sight of the heel from the beginning. Jian even felt that if the Buddha image could be dissected and he agreed, he might have taken the knife directly and seen the inside from the outside.

"Why does it smell like chemical potions on it?" I sniffed. Although it was very light, because it was close, Zhao Jing still smelled a smell of chemical potions on it from above.

"This Buddha image is made of old things. It is to soak chemical potions to make it ‘revealed’. This is also a common method of making old things in the art, and it is also an important way to distinguish the authenticity of antiques." Mr. Song nodded, well, not bad, and quite careful.

"Wow, this person is too unprofessional!" When Zhao Jing's magnifying glass moved to the small corner of the 2002-line small characters, he couldn't help but scream.

"What's the matter? Someone dares to take the calendar picture printed in 1982 and say it was the original work of Tang Bohu. They deceived those Yang Hu who were blind and thought they were smart but actually a fool. This is pretty good. At least the two lines of words are very small, and they may be ignored if you are not careful." Song Haoming couldn't help but speak out a more outrageous example.

"Is there someone fooled?" Zhao Jing raised her head, her face full of disbelief, wondering if this person was saying too exaggeratedly. There are really such stupid people in this world?

After sneering, Song Haoming showed disdain on his face: "Why didn't it? The one who sells the goods was just a layer of dust on the old calendar that he turned over from somewhere, then rubbed it with his feet, and then patted it aside. If someone came to see it, he would casually mention the name of a famous calligraphy and painting celebrity and say it was his painting, and quote a low price, then put it on it, and then immediately pretended that he suddenly had something wrong. He said he had made a mistake. This is

Although the original works of Tang Yin are a bit damaged, even if Tang Bohu's paintings are broken, they are worth a lot of money. I immediately repent and said I would not sell them. Or I would like to increase the price, so that the person who read the paintings would think that he really took a genuine product, so the person who bought things would have a real feeling that this thing was, and insisted on buying it. Such worthless old calendar paper may even be sold for tens of thousands of yuan. At that time, the person who bought things would probably think that he was picking up a vacancy."

"No? Is there such a stupid person?" Zhao Jing couldn't believe what he heard, "That person is such a fool. If you don't say anything else, just that paper will feel completely different. He is not a three-year-old child, how could anyone be fooled like this?"

"Why is it impossible? I saw this with my own eyes." Seeing Zhao Jing's disbelief and you were lying, Song Haoming couldn't help but shout, "The paper is not right? At that time, the buyer might be full of fantasy about his own mind. If he really got the so-called 'Tang Bohu's painting', then he would just sell the painting and wait to count the money. In his eyes, that painting was like the rain of money from the strong wind, and he would not even think of getting anything else." Song Haoming said sarcastically.

After pausing for a while, he continued to add: "Actually, there is another detail. That is, the seller goes over to look at the painting. When he pretends to be wrong, he will reach out to grab it while resigning. Think about it, if you hold an extremely precious painting in your hand, even if this 'precious' is just what you think, and someone next to him comes to grab it, what action will you do?"

"Hide that painting behind you!" Zhao Jing blurted out without thinking. Then Zhao Jing seemed to have figured out something and showed a sudden realization, "I understand. This is another purpose of the painter, because in this way, the person who bought the painting could not look at the painting seriously."

"That's right, there is another point above that the seller of the painting will also make the buyer come to the conclusion that the painting in his hand is a treasure. Because people have an inertial mindset, only the treasure will be snatched by people. In this way, the buyer of the painting will focus on not being able to snatch things back, and no longer think about looking at the painting itself." Song Haoming nodded and looked at Zhao Jing with a savvy expression.

After clapping his hands, Song Haoming finally said, "Then he bargained and made a pair of them. Hey, who told me to be honest, I promised to sell them to you before. That's because we were careless. As long as you add more points, or you don't need to add a single point, you can take action. Of course, it depends on the buyer's purchase at that time before deciding which one to choose."

"In this way, the buyer may think he had picked up a big bargain and quickly pay the money and then take the painting back. So is this different from a liar?" Zhao Jing's face became a little thrust, "And this person has caught up with the psychologist, so he is not afraid that others will find it back?"

Looking at everyone's contempt, Zhao Jing patted his head: "I pretend I didn't say this!"

You should know that in the antique shop, everyone has taken medicine. Even if Mr. Song is young, he will suffer a lot. Moreover, the antique shop emphasizes the silver goods, and it is impossible to implement three guarantees like selling things. It is not important to beat them. After all, everyone has it. If you put on such a condom and buy such a painting, it would be embarrassing. It is too late to hide such a shameful thing. Who has the right to go out and say it, even if you say it, it will be just a joke.

"Hey, I said you won't be like this..." Zhao Jing showed a teasing expression, poked Jian'er's arm gently with her elbow, and asked with a smile.

A big big rolled his eyes and threw it for free and hit the target directly! Really, are you that stupid?

"I said, have you been optimistic? I said that it was just a very ordinary bronze gilded king of 2002 made in 2002, nothing special." Jian'er hurriedly pulled the topic away. She was not interested in letting others around her to discuss things, especially when the protagonist was still herself.

"Ah, it's soon, it's soon." Zhao Jing quickly came back to her senses, and didn't bother to say anything. She could take a look again. You should know that the more she looked at it, the more she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.

After a long time, Zhao Jing stood up with a frustration. She always felt that there was something hidden in this Buddha image, but she had seen it countless times, but she couldn't tell what was there. She had to give up helplessly.

Seeing her look like this, Geng Geng finally made a "relieved" expression. Fortunately, this person didn't move that person, otherwise he would have to jump up.

Looking at Geng Geng, Jian'er couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that the Buddha, who didn't know what was hidden, was really attractive to this little guy Geng Geng, who was very good at not knowing what was hidden. At least she had never seen Geng Geng Geng's appearance before. Jian'er couldn't help but rub Geng Geng's little head to comfort her, and then pressed it into her arms.

"But no matter what, even if we consider the possible gains from the 'Ghost Market' tonight, all of us may not be enough for your pair of birth jade cicadas." Zhao Jing said.

The rest of the people nodded in agreement. Indeed, Jian'er's luck was really touching.

"Well, it's getting late, so let's not say much. This year's 'Ghost Market' opened early, and it was midnight, but fortunately it's not far from ours. So we're not going to leave late." After thinking about it, Mr. Song continued, "By the way, if you feel sleepy, you can go to the suite inside for a little rest. Just remember to adjust the alarm clock and don't be late."

Mr. Song's words only welcomed Boss Zhen's expression of approval. After all, he is a little older. If you don't rest for a while now, it will be difficult to endure at night.

But the excitement of the remaining young people has not passed. They are all energetic, but they can't sleep. So everyone is divided into two ways. Mr. Song and Boss Zhen go back to the inner room to rest, and Jian'er and the others. Those who are overly excited are planning to stop sleeping now, so they decide to just talk to the time, so that it will save them from getting up after a while.

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When this group of people chatted, they always felt that time passed quickly, especially young people. Everyone was not very different in age, and they still had many common languages. After a night of talk, everyone almost became old friends who had not seen each other for many years, and felt very intimate.

Happy time always passes very quickly, and it is already the time to prepare for it in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Song stood in the middle. After all, everyone was able to participate in the "Ghost" market this time to be blessed by this old man. No one would be ignorant of this old man's stubbornness at this time.

"Okay, everyone will sort out their own things and see if there is any loss." Mr. Song made his last reminder, "Everyone has memorized the precautions I said before. When you get there, you must remember that you can't just do whatever you want, otherwise we can't save you. Then the water in the 'Ghost Market' is deep, do you understand?"

Everyone nodded and began to check what they had with them.

First and most important thing, that is, the "big yellow croaker"! This must be prepared, otherwise it will be useless if you go back this time. In the "ghost market", it is always a cash payment. If the "big yellow croaker" is not enough, it will be a troublesome.

Then there are everyone's small bags and some utensils for things. This is also very important. If you are not prepared, the treasure you bought will be destroyed by bumps and bumps on the road. That is the real injustice.

Everything is ready, and the time is almost up. Jian'er and Lei ride in one car, and the rest will ride in the SuV car behind. It's not that no one wants to ride with Jian'er, such as Jing's little beauty. After all, there are a bunch of big men here, and she has two daughters. In her eyes, of course, it is more convenient to sit with Jian'er.

Zhao Jing felt it was convenient, but someone was not happy. It was obvious that there was an eye-catching "two-man world" that was too annoying, and Lei was quite dissatisfied. However, Lei didn't say anything, but just stared at Zhao Jing with a cold look that made people freeze. However, although it was just this, it was enough to make Zhao Jing Xiaomei frightened.

Just kidding, although it is convenient to sit with Jian'er, who is also a beautiful girl, it is impossible to deal with the terrible man who follows Jian'er for this little convenience.

Zhao Jing decisively stated that she was actually a good choice for her to follow Mr. Song and Ning Yuan and others. This way, she could ask Grandpa Song for advice. Secondly, she had a good chat with Song Ningyuan and Song Haoming just now, so we can continue. Besides, there are so many people here that it is lively. At least it is better to sit with Jian'er in the cold air.

Since the car has been allocated, the time is almost over, so everyone got on the car and left!

"Oh, I said Lei..." The car was slowly moving in the city. Because it was late at night, the traffic on the road had begun to decrease, and only the neon light was still flashing. Because I didn't know how long it would take to drive, Jian'er decided to pull Lei to talk with her. No matter how few this person said, he was also a companion for speaking (Xiaohai: You are so strong when you treat the Great Killer in the "Dark World" as a companion for speaking!), and you would have to fall asleep in the car later.

"Hmm?" Lei responded.

"Well, Lei, how long does it take to drive this time to get to the place?" With a light press, Jian'er opened the car window. The night breeze blew across her little face, and Jian'er felt very comfortable. So Jian'er put his elbows towards the car window, then leaned his head up, and sighed comfortably.

Although Jian'er already knows the location of the "Ghost Market", knowing the location is different from the location. This is also a magical feature of this "Ghost Market", that is, even if you reach the location, you can't find a place without a post!

In fact, Jian'er didn't know about this at the beginning. When Hou San was not here, when he was chatting with Mr. Song and the others, Jian'er asked such a question.

Since there are so many good things in this "ghost market", those who have no posts have not sharpened their heads and leaned in. You should know that merchants are pursuing profits. Who would be willing to let go of such a good opportunity? It doesn't matter if you don't have a post, find someone to take it! If no one takes it, wouldn't you ask those who receive the posts the location and opening time of the "ghost market"? Wouldn't it be a good thing to go by yourself? What a simple thing!
Chapter completed!