Counterattack 1988

Chapter 1157 Fudge 【Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass】

Wang Lin waved his hand calmly: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I'm just a small boss in Shencheng, I want to add some antiques to the villa as decorations. Do you have any suitable ones?"

The man in black was very enthusiastic just now, but suddenly said coldly: "I'm sorry, no."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Wang Lin was a little stunned, completely unable to understand the tricks played by this group of people.

Is this gone?

The man in gray was also a little silly, he was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly caught up with the man in black.

Many money said: "Mr. Wang, what is the trouble between these two people?"

Wang Lin thought for a while and said, "Don't worry about them."

After dinner, Wang Lin and Duocai went to West Market.

Datang West Market is located on Laodong South Road. It is an antique building with the theme of Tang-style architecture. Tang pavilions, pavilions, pavilions and corridors are all inlaid in the Jiugongge in a patchwork pattern. It is majestic, simple and majestic.

In fact, it was not popular to build antique cities in this era.

The enthusiasm for antiques has long been stirred up among the people.

However, the official construction of a large-scale antique city has just started.

Even the antique city in Beijin was built during this time period.

The antique city in Chang'an was built even later.

But the absence of an antique city does not mean that no one buys and sells antiques.

In fact, those large-scale antique cities in later generations came into being because there were too many antique people trading freely, so an antique city was built to regulate it.

Wang Lin and the others came at an unfortunate time, no one came to set up a stall to sell antiques at night.

This is not a ghost market in Beijin, and you can come to shop for goods in the middle of the night.

The reason why Wang Lin wanted to find the antique market was not because he really wanted to find antiques.

He just wanted to find clues about Tian Xiaoqing through his own efforts.

If you don't save your own woman, who will you wait for?

Wang Lin walked around the West Market and left very disappointed.

As soon as they walked out the door, someone stepped forward and blocked the way.

"Comrade, are you here to shop for antiques?"

Wang Lin looked at the man.

This is a young man in his twenties, with a pockmarked face, which is horrible.

"How did you find out?" Wang Lin asked.

"Hey, you can tell at a glance." Mazi rubbed his chin and smiled, "I have a good place, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Where?"

"You will know when you go, and I promise not to let you down."

"Isn't it an imitation?"

"Comrade, you're joking. The rules of this antique business are all about eyesight. If you can spot the leak, that's your skill. If you miss it, hey, come back next time!"

"..."

Wang Lin pondered for a while, then nodded.

It doesn't hurt to have a look!
Mazi led the way, led Wang Lin and the others to turn left and right, and walked for a long time.

"How far is it?" Wang Lin asked.

"Not far, just ahead." Mazi said.

This is a completely strange place with alleys criss-crossing like a maze.

Wang Lin worked very hard to remember the route.

After walking for a few more minutes, Mazi pointed to a small alley and said, "Here we are."

At first glance, Wang Lin became suspicious, thinking that the other party had taken the wrong way and was taken to the second-hand kitchen utensils trading area.

Because a signboard I saw head-on read a few big characters: "Recycle second-hand kitchen utensils."

"Are you making fun of me?" Wang Lin said angrily, "wasting half a day of my time!"

After saying that, he turned to leave.

Mazi hurriedly said with a smile on his face, "Comrade, it's really here! You can see it when you walk inside."

Wang Lin glared at him and said, "Don't play tricks! I'm in your Chang'an city, but I know the police!"

Mazi said: "Comrade is joking, what we do is a serious business, please."

Only then did Wang Lin turn around and walk inside.

It turns out that the antiques are right next to the second-hand kitchen supplies, and you can see them just around the corner.

The ancient city in autumn, the old streets at dusk.

Mazi led Wang Lin into a shop and shouted, "Boss, there are customers!"

The owner of the shop is sitting in their not-so-empty antique shop, holding a rag in one hand and an antique in the other, and is constantly wiping.

"Comrade, why don't you buy antiques? Just take a look." The owner of the store is a middle-aged man, dressed in ordinary clothes, no different from the middle-aged uncles who sell vegetables in the vegetable market.

Wang Lin hummed and said, "Why is your store as messy as a grocery store?"

The shop owner said: "Don't look at the tatters here. In the first half of the year, someone came from Beijin and found a set of huanghuali here. The price was ten thousand, and it was finally shipped back to Beijin. It was a sensation. Another group of Beijin people came."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Really? Do you still have huanghuali here?"

The shop owner said: "This will test your eyesight. We also collected these goods. The messy goods from all over the world are all piled up together. We also have misjudged things, don't we?"

Wang Lindao: "The ones you buy are not the ones you sell, how can you miss them? Let the buyers pick them up and miss them?"

The shop owner said: "I am a rural person who came out to do business. How can I know a lot about antiques? Many people have picked up on me!"

As the conversation deepened, the shop owner began to tell the secrets of this antique trading area, and introduced these antiques in the shop to Wang Lin.

As a person who occasionally visits the antique market but doesn't buy anything, Wang Lin is skeptical of the boss's words, especially the last sentence. What do ancient players from Beijin come to see?Have you seen the emerald-green Siyang Fang Zun, Tong Fang Ding and Tiliang You in your store last week?Or look at the heads of terracotta warriors and horses, female figurines, and Huang Liangliang's baby pillows that you bought back from the oven?
These things, even if Wang Lin is a layman, he can still tell that they are fake.

Wang Lin saw a bouncing pipa flying figurine, took a closer look, and couldn't help laughing, thinking that such a product, only you can sell it here!I really don't know how those ancient players from Beijin came to see it, what do they think?

This flying terracotta figurine has a vigorous shape, and it may be the only flying pipa figurine in the country!

Yes, the uniqueness of this figurine lies in the bust that is out of proportion to the body!

It's just too fierce!
Wang Lin couldn't help laughing at this giant figurine.

The craftsman's creative ideas when making statues reveal the wisdom revealed in a question and answer on the Internet in later generations: liking big evil is instinct, and liking small evil is aesthetic.

Wang Lin didn't think, where is the beauty of this big murderous figurine?

A modernist work without any sense of aesthetics is actually being sold as an antique. The owner of the shop also said that it was a thing from the Tang Dynasty. The other party even said that women in the Tang Dynasty regarded fat as beauty and The plump posture is beautiful, so there is this fierce work.

Wang Lin couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking that if the craftsmen of the Tang Dynasty had this level of aesthetics, the emperor would have ordered Caishikou to behead him long ago.

Seeing such beautiful figurines of the Tang Dynasty, not to mention making people bald, even the mermaid next to them is bald.

That's right, it's a bald mermaid, which is also an antique, placed behind the big murderous figure.

"Comrade, is there anyone you like? I'm interested in you and offer a price, the price is easy to negotiate!" The shop owner said with a smile.

Wang Lin didn't even have any interest in watching it, let alone bargaining.

He said, "Look again." Then he walked out.

Mazi followed and said, "There is still ahead, I will take you there."

Wang Lin said indifferently: "You better not bring it! As for the goods just now, we have seen that there is no desire to buy them."

"The goods in front are good." Mazi said.

This place is not so much an antique trading area, it is better to say that it sells everything, from antiques to old furniture, old home appliances, old books and newspapers, large and small water urns, door and window beams, and broken copper and iron.

Some items make people feel very funny, or remind some past events, but it is useless to buy them back.

Wang Lin really likes to chat with the store owners here, listen to their bragging, and talk about business matters.

This is the fish that slipped through the net in the wealth-making industry recorded in the "Guide to Getting Rich". Most of the bosses started out as migrant workers on a tricycle, starting from the second-hand furniture market.After that, I went to the countryside to receive the goods. The main sources of the goods were the villages that were about to be demolished, the scrap yards, and the far-reaching villages.

The owner of a shop smoked a cigarette, and while packing his things, he said that there was no antique trade here, only second-hand furniture was bought and sold. Later, more people came here to buy antiques, and there were antiques.

Wang Lin was convinced of this.

At the beginning, these stores went to the countryside to collect goods. While collecting old furniture, they also brought back some antique furniture. Some people came here to find good goods, which drove antique people to come here to buy goods.

This was very possible at the very beginning.

The boss said that tourists rarely set foot here, and even locals don't know much about it.

From the perspective of architectural style, the entire antique trading area is in a pure African decoration style. Objectively speaking, it looks like one after another waste collection station.The house is low, with rolling shutters and a roof made of asbestos tiles, which is the whole of a house.The goods are not placed very carefully, stacked all the way from the house until they overflow from the house to the road.

Wang Lin thought that the new-style alleys in Shencheng were already the worst places for urban dwellings, but he didn't expect that there were worse places in Chang'an City.

Such a broken place is actually an antique trading area, which is simply unbelievable.

A small number of wooden doors are half-closed, and the owner is not there. There are two lines of big characters written on it with a brush. I want to buy the contact number: XXXX.

Even if the door is open, the owner may not be there. After entering for a while, the owner suddenly appears and asks, what do you like?Wang Lin said, I'll just take a look.The boss said, then you can look at it as you like.After finishing speaking, he left, maybe chatting, or maybe playing cards.

According to Wang Lin's observation, the general Chang'an antique stalls are mainly contests of acting skills and games between masters of psychology.They are all actors, Oscar stalls, small plums per capita, the boss is mainly responsible for acting skills and psychological games.

An item, no matter whether it is genuine or not, even if it was made in the early morning, the boss dares to tell you that it is from the early Qing Dynasty, and quote it by the way.Then buyers and sellers start back and forth on price.One said it was cheaper, and the other said it couldn't be cheaper.Oh, if you have less, I will take it.Brother, this can't be any cheaper, so forget it, hey, you come back, forget it, it's not open today, so I'll sell you cheap!

If you really have good acting skills, you can sell the Qingming Riverside Picture, and it will make you feel that you have picked up a big leak.

Wang Lin pointed to a jelly jelly and asked the boss, how do you sell it?

The boss glanced at him and said in surprise, you buy this!It's worthless, if you want it, just give two yuan!
Some bosses don't talk to customers about the age of the goods. Customers are attracted to them and just say a price. If you want to buy it, you can buy it.This is the characteristic of almost all the products here, and it depends on whether you like it or not.If you like it, there is a price.

For example, a Voigtlander brilliant film double-lens reflex camera made in Germany. The boss said that a person came to it several times, but he kept haggling over the price.

Buddha heads, statues of Mao Zedong, copper coins, calligraphy and paintings, jugs and wine cups, thread-bound books, various types of old radios, small black and white TV sets, stereos, projectors, clocks, kettles, old fans, tapes, everything.

In the package in the dim light, the objects in the room were randomly placed together, in a disorganized manner. Perhaps only the boss knew where the items were. Wang Lin guessed that many bosses themselves did not know where the goods were.They give a price only if the customer takes one item from the pile.

Although the antiques here are not as magical as those antique stalls that Wang Lin has seen, each stall has a picture of the Qingming River, but it is interesting enough. Every shop is like a blind box. You don’t know what you see inside. Interesting items in the room, or a room full of junk.

In a shop, after the boss showed Wang Lin the military water pumps he had collected and the fake grenades used in militia training, he felt a little unsatisfactory and said wait, then he plunged into the depths of the room behind a pile of tables, chairs and cabinets. Start digging.

Wang Lin thought that when the boss went to the countryside to receive the goods, he must have picked up a big leak!This is to take out a big treasure to show Wang Lin?
In the antique business, such things are generally not exposed.Even if you want to see it, you have to pay some money to ask for directions. For example, you can buy some worthless junk in the store without counter-offering.Or, it must be an acquaintance who leads the way, and the boss will show the real thing.

Unexpectedly, it was the first time I came here and I was lucky enough to see the boss's favorite collection, which made Wang Lin a little excited.

The boss finally took out a packaged item from the back of the cabinet, brought it to Wang Lin with a serious face, turned on the light in the house, opened the package, and told Wang Lin seriously, did you see it?Except for me, I can't see such a complete military uniform anywhere, so I haven't worn it.The waistband still has money, 1966!
Wang Lin was dumbfounded, he couldn't say a word other than thumbs up.

Wandering from the beginning to the house in the antique trading area, Wang Lin did not find a single useful thing.

Of course, old things are not completely worthless, but more like a gaze at a past life.An old-fashioned landline, a mirror with the words "Freedom of Marriage", a tea tray with the words "Do it yourself and have enough food and clothing", and an old-fashioned radio can all evoke some memories of people.

Wang Lin's drunken man didn't mean to drink, he didn't come here to shop for antiques.

He didn't find what he wanted here.

Mazi followed Wang Lin unhurriedly and didn't interrupt much.

When Wang Lin was about to leave, he suddenly said mysteriously: "Comrade, I can see that you are really a person who wants to buy antiques."

Wang Lin sneered: "Otherwise? Do you think it's for junk? The goods on this street are all fake!"

Mazi said: "Comrade, don't be angry! I have to see your eyesight and background first, so I can take you to see good products, right? Come with me, this time, I will take you to a good place! If you find If you don't get what you want, you'll screw my head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

(End of this chapter)