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As the Spring Festival approaches, the antique city is full of tourists, and the scene is crowded with people.

One is the working holiday, people who work from nine to five on weekdays have leisure time, and the other is that it is more popular nowadays to buy unique antiques by giving gifts during the Chinese New Year.

Tang Xin was standing on the first floor of the Antique City. This place was like a vegetable market, with rows of pavements, mahogany furniture, porcelain wood carvings, ancient coins, calligraphy and paintings, etc.

If you want to go to high-end or famous antique shops, please go to the second floor or above.

Seeing all kinds of people walking shoulder to shoulder, Tang Xin felt a little out of place. Perhaps compared to the general public who went to the antique market with a leisurely attitude, he had to stay alert and keep ringing the bell for himself: Calm down!

At least one should invest calmly. Whether he can be wise is hard to tell with his brain and the computer in his hand, but with the assistance of cheating props, it will increase his success rate.

At a glance, in Tang Xin's eyes, it is no exaggeration to say that what Tang Xin sees are traps and bubbles!

Excluding contemporary celebrity calligraphy and paintings, works of art, and other commodities with collection and investment value, commodities in the antique market should be more and more rare, because not everyone wants to buy low and sell high, and collection appreciation still occupies a large number.

It is also impossible for one hundred pieces of antiques to be bought by collectors today, and one hundred pieces will be unearthed somewhere tomorrow.

Although there are always a large number of antiques and cultural relics missing whenever the society is in turmoil, or they are carried away by princes and nobles, or buried and hidden by wealthy families, antiques are rare and expensive, and there are record-setting auction prices.

Just as the international collection circles often hear about antique scams today, what the scammers keep making a fuss about is the evil deeds of the Nazis when they swept across Europe, famous royal objects, and stunning works of art that have long since disappeared are used to fabricate stories. Disguise real ones.

Perhaps Hitler did hide somewhere the wealth of looted countries, sunk in the sea, or buried under some mountain range.

But scammers often play on people's yearning for lost masterpieces.

Tang Xin’s current market is the same, except that those vendors who lure customers to buy can’t come up with sensational and explosive works, but by learning some knowledge of wild history, they can develop their imagination and fabricate a vivid story that people love to hear. But the stories full of loopholes add legend and value space to their products.

Taking out the netbook and dating machine from the leisure bag, Tang Xin supported the netbook with one hand, and placed the dating machine at the corner of the keyboard, so as to block the sight of others, thinking that he was using the computer to look up relevant information.

Seeing Tang Xin's actions, many bystanders cast dumbfounding expressions.

It seems that his actions have revealed that he is an outsider.

He is an outsider!

This can be freely admitted, no matter what others think of him, he will not pretend to be an expert.

After carefully scanning the situation of the antique market, Tang Xin was ready to act, and before acting, it was analysis.

When counterfeiting is rampant in this market, it is not an exaggeration to say that 90% of the products do not have investment value, that is, bubbles. Buying them back is at most a handicraft display, with room for appreciation?can be ignored.

The remaining 10%, more than 9.9% are value for money, and even many collectors are psychopathic, thinking that their things are precious, asking for prices.

Commodities with less than 0.1% or even less are the good things that have been buried in the eye of no wisdom. What Tang Xin wants to focus on are these "leakages"!

Tang Xin ruled out the paving where the crowd was crowding around. After clearing his mind, he took a look at the market scene. It seemed to be completely different. He knew where to go.

Most of the patrons bought small gifts as gifts, so the pave selling antique furniture was sparsely populated, and this was the first place Tang Xin walked through.

A row of stalls with Ming and Qing furniture signs came into view. As soon as Tang Xin walked into the aisle, the young man who sold the Eight Immortals table enthusiastically began to sell him.

"Sir, come and have a look at us, you see, we are all good stuff."

After all, the young man pointed to a table of eight immortals next to his hand, and said confidently: "Look, the cypress wood carvings in the Qing Dynasty and the golden nanyin wood veneer are only three thousand. If you like it, I will give it to you." Get a discount and make a friend."

Tang Xin looked up and down the Eight Immortals table, except for ancient color, he couldn't see any other expert's skills.

Seeing that Tang Xin seemed interested, the young man became more enthusiastic. Who asked Tang Xin to wear a Hermes trench coat?This man relies on his clothes and horses on his saddle, if Tang Xin was poorly dressed, he probably wouldn't look at him directly.

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The guy took another picture of the Eight Immortals Table, and still said loudly: "Ginkgo wood in the Qing Dynasty, longevity peach carvings, do you like it? It's also three thousand, or the same sentence, I can give you a friend's price, [-]% off, two thousand seven."

Tang Xin blinked his eyes, the young man's enthusiastic and expectant smile made him very embarrassed, thinking: I am so like Kaizi?

Raising a smile, he stretched out his hand to the boy and signaled him to wait first.

Tang Xin tapped the keyboard to search for relevant information, and secretly used the dating machine to scan the tables of the Eight Immortals.

It is normal for the Eight Immortals table in the Qing Dynasty to sell for thousands of yuan, but Tang Xin raised his eyes and stared at the young man, and the other party's flawless expression was really admirable.

It's not even a year since this year's Eight Immortals table!

Tang Xin resisted the urge to curse.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the guy hurried forward and said, "Hey, sir, don't go, I have good products here, if you think these cheap ones are not eye-catching, I have more high-end ones here, but they are too expensive. It’s easy to take it out, the Eight Immortals Table of Jinsinnanming style in Qing Dynasty, [-] yuan. Are you interested?”

Tang Xin was very suspicious that this guy had taken the wrong medicine, he thought he had high vision and wanted to be expensive.

Just as he was about to answer the other party, Tang Xin's eyes were attracted by a pen holder on the table of the Eight Immortals. The pen holder also looked like wood, shaped like the wings of a roc, and the carving was very detailed.

He pointed to the pen holder and said, "Bring me that."

The young man turned his head to look at the pen holder, and his interest suddenly faded. Since he was doing business in the antique city, no one cared about it, and he didn't remember which one in the small town on the outskirts of Tianhai took it back.

Handing the pen holder to Tang Xin, the guy was still selling: "Sir, if you don't like the Eight Immortals table, I still have a screen here. What kind of screen do you like? Do you like Huanglongyu water plants and flowers? Are you interested in the one with the Tang Dynasty Six Music Art Ji?" ? Make your home look good, to be honest, I still have furniture and screens from the Ming Dynasty here, but they are a bit more expensive, at least 50."

Tang Xin was unmoved, typing on the keyboard, the calm expression on his face did not mean that his heart was not in a good mood either.

The date of this pen holder made his heart beat violently. If the young man who was full of mouth could notice the obvious changes in the arteries on Tang Xin's neck, he would be able to see through the excitement in Tang Xin's heart right now.

527 years!

Tang Xin thought about it carefully, this thing is something from Hongzhi or Zhengde period of Ming Dynasty!

No obvious blemishes, can be called intact.

"How much is the Eight Immortals table? And this pen holder, and a screen."

Seeing the Eight Immortals Table and the screen that Tang Xin was pointing at, the young man beamed and said, "Sir, you are really tasteful! Look, the screen with the Guanghan Dance printed on it is priced at [-] for a friend! The cypress wood Eight Immortals Table is also priced at [-] for my friend!" That pen holder, eight hundred."

He waited for a long time to see whether Tang Xin wanted the screen or the Eight Immortals table, but Tang Xin took out eight banknotes from his leisure bag and stuffed them to him, casually said: "I want the pen holder. I'll make you a friend, friend, goodbye."

Throwing the pen holder into the leisure bag, Tang Xin waved his hands and left without looking back. The young man held the banknote in his hand and didn't recover for a long time.

One must know that Tang Xin wanted to buy a pen holder, so he definitely wouldn't just say [-]!

Tang Xin, who continued to walk forward, looked at the antique furniture around him. To be honest, even though he could find good things here, the objects were too big to carry, and he felt a little troublesome.

Just as he was about to walk out of this road and turn to another pavement, Tang Xin was attracted by a pave selling woodcarvings.

There are all kinds of natural wood carvings on the ground, which are quite similar to abstract art. Tang Xin squatted down to look around, and decided that it is better not to believe his eyes, but to believe in science.

The seller is a middle-aged man, sitting calmly and smoking a cigarette, his eyes locked on Tang Xin like a pool of stagnant water.

Tang Xin ignored him, and picked up the wooden carvings one by one and put them on the keyboard. In fact, he used a dating machine to determine the age. He suddenly raised his head in surprise, looked at the stall owner, and asked, "What's the price for these?"

The man exhaled smoke and said lightly, "One thousand and one."

Tang Xin put down the wood carvings in his hand, and stared at nearly twenty natural wood carvings in a daze.

The stall owner thought he was too expensive, and had no intention of lowering the price, so he still looked leisurely, smoking a cigarette.

To be honest, most of the passers-by would not stop to patronize his business after seeing his appearance as a stall owner. He has an average appearance, but his dead expression is very disgusting.

Tang Xin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where did you get these things from?"

"Ancestry."

"Zu..."

Tang Xin counted the number of wood carvings on the ground, there were eighteen, and he took out [-] from his bag and handed them to the other party.

"It's all."

The stall owner was stunned with a cigarette in his hand. He woke up after the cigarette burnt his hand, and asked uncertainly, "All?"

Tang Xin raised two stacks of banknotes, and put the wood carvings into the leisure bag one by one after the other party caught them and started counting the money.

Good guy, all of these are between 200 and 300 years ago, that is the stuff of the Qing Dynasty.

After the money was cleared, Tang Xin was carrying a heavy casual bag, feeling a little heavy.

It's hard to say whether the [-] yuan spent is worth it, but this is where the fun of investing lies.

How can there be a business that can make a profit without losing money?

Wandering around in the market and finding nothing attractive, Tang Xin walked up the stairs to the second floor. There are many shops here, but it is not as noisy as the second floor. There are all kinds of jade, calligraphy, painting, gold, silver and bronze wares. Waiting for a dazzling array of products.