Yuxiang

Many people who come to Panjiayuan come with the intention of shopping for treasures, and of course most of them come with the intention of observing... If you want to find really valuable antiques here in Panjiayuan, the probability of winning the lottery The probability is not much higher, and even if it is an antique, not all antiques are valuable.

"You don't like to get fish, you don't worry about losing. Of course, the greatest joy of Taobao is to get treasures, but the process of shopping is a kind of fun." Murong Xianxian said while looking around.

"Peng Jun, have you been here before?" Wu Juanjuan asked.

"I've been here several times." Peng Jun replied honestly.

"Class?" Wu Juanjuan didn't respond.

"I bought fakes a few times, and after paying more than 4000 yuan in tuition, I never came again." Peng Jun said a little embarrassedly.

Both girls laughed.

Among the relics left by Zhu Guoen, there are quite a few pieces of porcelain, which were collected by the owners of Wenxiangfang in the past, and some were collected by Zhu Guoen himself. Under the influence of her ears and eyes, she has some skills in appreciating the surface of porcelain, but It’s not enough to talk about it in depth. If you go to appreciate antiques, you must be eye-catching without discussion.

Among the stalls on both sides, the most is porcelain. From the era of cavemen to modern times, there are so many beautiful things in eyes, it is dazzling to see.

"I think it's almost the same. Hey, this tripod is from the Western Zhou Dynasty. Will it break? It's so rusty." Wu Juanjuan pointed to a bronze tripod slightly larger than a human head. They are all turquoise patina, which looks ancient.

"What's from the Western Zhou Dynasty? It's about the same as last week." Peng Jun whispered something in Wu Juanjuan's ear.Wu Juanjuan immediately dropped the things in her hands, with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Murong, let's go." She seemed really disgusted by what Peng Jun said, and called Murong Xianxian to leave.

Murong Xianxian also heard it. It was nothing more than how to make old bronze vessels. The most disgusting thing was soaking in feces... It was really disgusting.But now she is focusing on a bronze ware, to be precise, it is a long strip of copper bumps.

Just as Wu Juanjuan was about to speak, she was pulled by Peng Jun. Murong Xianxian said: "Boss, you are too good at fooling around. Let's not talk about the authenticity of these bronze wares. You can't tell me about this copper bump." Care to show it?"

The stall owner glanced at it, and sweated a little... It seems that this copper lump was picked up by the way when it was receiving the goods, but it must not be said now, "Sister, you don't understand now. Didn't I just say Well, these are all ancient relics from the Zhou Dynasty, this looks like a lump of copper to you, but it is actually an old object, but it is a bit rusty..."

"Come on! You stop."

Murong Xianxian interrupted him: "You can get it from someone else. If these are really ancient bronze wares, you probably won't die if you wear them through the prison. However, these bronze daggers are well made. Tell me the truth." price?"

She said so.The stall owner also knew that he couldn't get away with it, but as long as he was a businessman, he didn't care about the attitude of the other party. Hearing this, he laughed and stretched out a finger: "1000."

"Isn't it too dark? Do you really think this is ancient? 200." Murong said softly.

The stall owner lowered his voice: "Anyway, this is also an antique handicraft, with excellent workmanship, 800."

Murong Xianxian said coldly: "The workmanship is excellent. But it was ruined by your old-fashioned work. It's up to 300. If you don't sell it, it will be overthrown."

The peddler gritted his teeth: "300 is 300, make friends."

"Wait a minute. Wrap this up for me, it's an extra head." Murong Xianxian said, pointing to the bronze strip.

"Murong, this thing is a waste product, what do you want it for?" Wu Juanjuan asked.

She asked at the right time, the stall owner was still wondering if the bump was a treasure, and after hearing it, he looked at Murong Xianxian and waited for her answer.

"Didn't he just say that?"

Murong Xianxian pointed to the stall owner, and said with a bit of teasing: "It's on the shelf, if anyone asks, they will say that the old things are too rusty."

Both Peng Jun and Wu Juanjuan laughed, and the stall owner's face was a little unnatural, but he no longer doubted it, and said with a bitter face: "This can't be used as an extra, even if you sell copper, you can sell it for a few dollars."

"Boss, you're being dishonest. Those who do business here still care about the money from selling scraps?" Murong Xianxian said with a smile.

"Forget it, this is the first deal for today's opening. I hope to get a good fortune. I'll give it to you." Naturally, the stall owner was not looking for any good fortune, but worried about the negative impact that Murong Xianxian would have if he continued to grind here.

"Thank you then." Murong Xianxian paid the money, and wrapped up the dagger solemnly, just carrying the copper bump casually.

Back in the crowd, the group continued to move forward, but Wu Juanjuan asked puzzledly: "Murong, you know that the dagger is fake, why did you buy it?"

"I'm afraid the chairman's real goal is that copper bar?" Peng Jun asked.

"That's right, it's that thing." Murong Xianxian admitted with a smile.

"What the hell is that?" Wu Juanjuan was really curious.

"I am not sure as well."

Murong Xianxian looked around, found an unobtrusive place with few people, then held the copper bar horizontally, took out the dagger and tapped it lightly with a unique rhythm...Of course she doesn't know how to appraise any antiques However, what attracted her first was the wisp of dark energy contained on the copper bar.

Nether Qi is also called Death Qi. It is a unique breath in the tomb. The longer the tomb, the longer it soaks in it, the heavier the smell. She felt this breath on this copper bar. , so I stopped to observe.In her mind, since this thing has such a strong dark energy, it must have been dug out from some ancient tomb. Just based on this, it shows that it is indeed an antique... and most importantly, when you touch it, Murong Xianxian faintly felt a trace of familiar power - witch power.

In other words, there is a high possibility that what is wrapped inside is a witchcraft, how could she not buy it?

With her rhythmic knocking, the thick rust began to fall off... After the rust was completely knocked off, the witch artifact finally revealed its true face.

This is a pen-shaped witchcraft. The surface is bronze-colored. It seems to be cast in one piece. The pen is extremely sharp and exudes bursts of cold air. I can't recognize it.

All real witchcraft have inheritance, either written classics, or engraved on the witchcraft, or in a special form, just like the inheritance of Jumang, stored in the carrier in the form of information, and then Witch power to inspire.

With Wu and Peng by her side, she couldn't do more experiments, so she put the witch weapon in the dagger box, and the bronze dagger was naturally discarded like a shoe.

Leak detection is usually a one-off thing, and Murong Xianxian is already full of joy to get this witch tool today, and the next thing is pure appreciation.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang... This time it was no longer that 'Lafayette', it was just an ordinary and soft music, after answering, it was Du Fei'er's loud voice: "Xianxian baby, where are you? I'm going to find you!"

"Why don't you invite the leader to dinner?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"Those people are too busy. They were supposed to celebrate signing the contract, but I'm so smart. When they said they wanted to accompany you, they didn't even mention it." Du Feier said proudly.

"Cut! Have you given me the information I asked you to send to Shen Huixin?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"Are you talking about the information on those cars? Don't worry, it's all done, tell me where you are, and we'll talk when we meet?" Du Feier hurriedly said.

"Master Peng, what's nearby...the best place to eat, I have an appointment with my friend." Murong Xianxian turned her head and asked.

"There is a cyclamen, the food is not bad, and I know many people." Peng Jun replied after thinking for a while.

"Well, even if they take a taxi, they will have to wait for a while before we go shopping."

Murong Xianxian looked at his watch, seeing that there was still time, he asked Peng Jun to lead the way to the direction of Xiankelai.

"You, racial discrimination is wrong, you can't watch people order!" A stuttering voice sounded.

racism?

Murong Xianxian and the others all looked at a porcelain stall next to them, and saw that there was already a circle of people there. A foreigner was holding a porcelain vase and arguing with the stall owner. Peng Jun asked a spectator next to him, but it was that After the stall owner saw the foreigner, he wanted to raise the price, but he didn’t know that the foreigner had long been careful. He came up to inquire about the price after a Chinese customer asked about the price. Now he is naturally grasping the reason, although the words used are not very precise. , but the general meaning is understood.

"Young man, it's wrong for you to do this. We can discuss it carefully and settle it." Someone reminded the young man...according to the market management, it is wrong to behave like a stall owner. is to be punished.

The stall was a young man in his thirties. He was caught by a foreigner, but he was still a little stubborn. After being reminded, he turned around. There was no way, this foreigner was too shrewd. The price dropped by another [-]%, which made the foreigner leave with a smile on his face.

"Unlucky, foreigners have learned to be smart now." The young man looked depressed.

Of course, the sum just now did not lose money, but the idea of ​​trying to kill the foreigner was in vain, and what was charged was not US dollars.

"It deserves it! Stealing the chicken won't cost you the rice!" Wu Juanjuan gloated a little, but fortunately her voice was low, and the stall owner was looking at the back of the foreigner bitterly, but she didn't hear it, otherwise it would be another entanglement.

Murong Xianxian also shook her head, feeling that it was meaningless, she said hello and prepared to continue shopping, she was a little hungry now, and wanted to go to Cyclamen first.

"Um?"

As soon as she walked past the stall, a strange aura came suddenly, and she couldn't move her footsteps immediately.If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Novel () to register as a member to read the latest chapter list. Your support is my biggest motivation. )