Shengshibaojian

3 yuan.

Zheng Guangrong walked around the stalls outside Panjiayuan with a huge sum of 3 yuan, and couldn't help cursing several times.

First of all, he naturally knows that he has to go to big stores and boutiques in the market to pick up leaks and treasures, but he can't stand his special status. Since his appearance in the National Teacher Ranking Competition, basically the owners of those boutique antique shops know him .

Nine out of ten of these bosses also knew Boss Mao. Once Boss Mao got the news, it would be difficult for him to fly out of Yanjing City with his wings.

But the things in the small booth are really horrible.

Although there are hundreds of booths in the peripheral market, none of the treasures can catch Zheng Guangrong's eyes. There are fakes everywhere, and the price of treasures of a little age can rarely exceed 5000 yuan. of.

Along the way, his golden pupils were dazzled, and he didn't find a leak, thinking that it's too hard to find a leak in Panjiayuan Antique City!Even if the golden pupil is alive, it won't help!

According to this progress, only the year of the monkey can earn pension money!

"Boss! Do you want something good! Just dug out of the ground!"

When Zheng Guangrong was worrying, he suddenly saw a little old man walking in a hurry. The little old man was wrapped in a military coat and looked like a thief. He didn't look like a good bird in appearance.

The little old man is also an old fritter on the street. He doesn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with ordinary people. He must have the ability to buy people and he will see the opportunity to chat.

The old man has been staring at Zheng Guangrong for a while, and from Zheng Guangrong's words and deeds, he can judge that this person has a certain purchasing power.

"My boss? Where did you see that!" Zheng Guangrong mocked himself, wanting to cry but not tears. At the same time, he glanced at the little old man carefully, but he didn't see anything valuable in his hands.

The little old man smiled mysteriously: "Hehe, boss, don't pretend, people in our industry must not only have quick reflexes, but also have good eyesight! If you don't have good eyesight, you won't be able to get along in this industry long ago!"

"Boss, let me introduce myself first. My surname is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Bo. I will come to Panjiayuan every month to release goods. We are most taboo in this industry to stock up on our hands. If you accidentally get caught by the note The gain outweighs the loss!"

"Your line? Are you a goldsmith?"

"Awesome, little boss! You can see my business at a glance, and I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm just trying to make money. Isn't it the Mid-Autumn Festival soon? Put away the treasures in your hands, and go back to get together with your wife and children." Yiju! I just came back from Wei Province. To tell you the truth, I dug a small tomb! It was a little prince from the Han Dynasty! There are not many things in it, but they are all in good condition. !"

The little old man pulled Zheng Guangrong to squat down at the edge of the corner, quietly opened his military coat, and saw that there were many shady things wrapped in his military coat.

Bronze candlesticks, stone inscriptions, brass door nails, and even bent nails, these things can be recognized by a knowledgeable person at a glance, they are the death nails on the coffin in the tomb.

Only from these few items, Zheng Guangrong can confirm that the little old man is indeed an expert. At least a few items in his arms are authentic works, among which the bronze candlestick and brass door nails have a very obvious style of the Han Dynasty.

These gadgets are not very luxurious items, but the common people can't afford them, and they are almost at the level of a little prince in the Han Dynasty.

"It is true that these things of yours were dug out from the tomb, but they are all worthless things. The candlestick is a little better, and the price is at most a few thousand yuan. These things can't be put on the table!"

Zheng Guangrong was a little discouraged. These things are indeed old things, but there are too many things of the same type on the market, not to mention it is just a funeral candlestick for a young master. The market price is only about 5000 yuan, so it can't be distributed at all. fiscal.

"The little boss has good eyesight!" The little old man was not discouraged, and gave a thumbs up to Zheng Guangrong: "If you want something good, just say it! I have a good thing in my hand. If I was not in a hurry to go back to reunite with my wife and children, I have to take this thing to the auction!"

The little old man smiled mysteriously, unbuttoned the sweater inside, and carefully took out a small pastel-shaped bowl from inside: "I dug this treasure here in Yanjing last year, at the foot of the mountain in Menmentougou , dug up the tomb of a Ming dynasty eunuch! Get such a treasure out of it!"

I go!

Zheng Guangrong only glanced at it, and immediately his eyes lit up, the Chenghua pastel chicken pot series from the Ming Dynasty!

The most famous piece of Ming Dynasty porcelain is the Chenghua chicken cup. The chicken cup is not simple. It was a wine cup used by Emperor Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty. The carcass is fired at a high temperature of about 1300 degrees, and then the reserved blue and white patterns are filled with red, green, yellow and other colors and then fired in a kiln for a second time at low temperature.

This technique was the pinnacle porcelain firing technique in the Ming Dynasty.The blue and white fighting colors are elegant and quiet, inheriting the essence of Yongxuan's vigor on the top, and the fashion of Jiawan's color painting on the bottom, which has a far-reaching influence.There are not many Cheng kiln products handed down from generation to generation, and they have always been treasured by ancient collectors in the past dynasties. Therefore, at the end of Ming Dynasty, there was a saying that "a pair of Cheng cups is worth [-]".

Looking at this bowl again, it can be seen that the quality of its workmanship is far from being on the same level as the Chenghua chicken bowl cup, but he has already seen through the perspective eye that this is a high imitation work from the Ming Dynasty.

Although it is a highly imitated work, the pattern of the chicken tabletop on its surface is indeed bright in color, depicting a few chickens vividly and lifelike!

Although it is an imitation of the Ming Dynasty, although there is no price of 2.8 million yuan, the price of this small chicken bowl is definitely not cheap, and the market value is at least between 30 and 50. This profit is already extremely high for Zheng Guangrong. It's tempting.

"This small bowl is not bad, it is a high imitation work! It is not worth a lot of money, mainly because it is small and exquisite, easy to carry. How much do you want, boss?" Although Zheng Guangrong is an eighth-rank master, he is rarely sold in the antique market. After all the experience, it is still hard to hide the excitement on my face when I see something good.

"Little brother, don't be ridiculous! I don't know if this thing is worth money + if it wasn't because he was dug out of the ground, I would have sold it a long time ago. If you like it, I will give it to you at a friendly price. You give it to me." 20, this treasure is yours!"

20?This price is not expensive, but at one time and another, the current Zheng Guangrong only has 3 yuan, obviously the gap is still too big.

"Cheaper, sincerely want it! Boss, tell me an honest price!"

The little old man paused, and then said: "Little boss, I think you are making fun of me. In this way, I will give you another 18 yuan cheaper, and I am anxious to go back to my hometown for the holidays! [-] yuan! forget it!"

"I can't or can I..."

"15! If it is lower, I will withdraw!"

"One hundred thousand!"

"Little boss, are you kidding around? Do you really think my old man doesn't understand the market? If you don't sell it, you can't sell it! You can't sell it!" The little old man put away his military coat, turned around and was about to leave.

Zheng Guangrong was in a hurry now, the 10 yuan was just a random word from him, the key point was that he only had 3 yuan with him!

First of all, it is definitely profitable to collect 15 yuan, and it can be resold in boutiques on the market to earn [-] to [-] yuan. It is particularly difficult to find leaks in the antique market. It took the old man a long time to come across a leak. ah.

"12w! Boss! I will give you up to 12w!"

"make a deal!"

"Boss, I have a situation to tell you. I don't have that much cash for the time being. I only have 3 yuan in cash with me. If you believe me, I'll go back to get the money! My home is near here. At most I will give you back the rest of the money in 10 minutes! If anyone cheats on you, the whole family will go out and be killed by the car! Die hard! If you don’t believe me, I can swear to you!”

"All right, all right! I believe you! You take the things first! No one swears that he will bring his own family, I'll wait for you here! Don't fool me, old man!"

The little old man was refreshing, in front of Zheng Guangrong, he put the small chicken bowl into a brocade box, and stuffed the brocade box into Zheng Guangrong's arms.

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