Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 278 Go to the third floor (two-in-one)

"But the Qing Dynasty fell." Zhang Yang said with a wink: "Jade nourishes people, but they have all been nourished."

"Isn't this unlucky?"

"Ah? This..." Auntie tried to follow Zhang Yang's thoughts.

She casually said that the original owner of this jade Buddha lived to be 90 years old, which showed that the jade Buddha still nourished people.

“Good guy, you’re going to sell me something that someone else has been wearing for 90 years?”

"Huh~"

Zhang Yang looked at the jade pendant in the aunt's hand with a disgusted expression.

This jade pendant is not even stone, but cyan glass.

Even during the usual live broadcast of treasure appraisal, such fake jade would not appear in the live broadcast room.

Auntie is a bit too idealistic if she wants to use this kind of thing to fool people.

This ghost market?Okay ah?

Zhang Yang didn't continue talking nonsense with his aunt, and turned around and walked towards the crowded counter in front.

In the crowd, in front of the counter, buyers and sellers were haggling over a metal box.

Zhang Yang arrived late, the bargaining process was coming to an end, and he was arguing back and forth over the 2150 yuan out of the 50 yuan.

"Is this a...radio?"

"The cylinder on the top should be pulled out to be the antenna, right?"

Zhang Yang has never seen this kind of radio, but if it sells for 2000 yuan, it must be an antique.

"Name: Zhujiang brand 702 semiconductor radio"

"Production time: 1975"

"Detailed information: This radio is the first batch of electronic products exported from Hunan Province. It is sold to 14 countries in Southeast Asia, including Thailand and Indonesia. It borrows the radio model from the Yangcheng Shuguang Radio Factory - Zhujiang 702 model."

It is an old item from nearly 50 years ago. Even the packaging box is still preserved, and the condition is quite good.

There is definitely no problem in terms of rarity.

But is it really worth more than 2000?
Zhang Yang is actually a little skeptical.

He was not the only one who was confused. There were many experienced old men watching, chattering about the radio.

Right in front of him, two old men who looked about the same age were pointing at the radio on the counter:
A: "2000 yuan, I missed it! This is the same as the wrong version of the currency, the wrong version of the radio."

B: "What the hell? What's wrong with this radio?"

A: "Look, it says [Pearl River] in Chinese characters, but the pinyin is [XIANGJIANG]. Don't you think it's strange? Let me tell you, I used to have this kind of radio at home, but it was definitely spelled wrong."

B: "That's not right. I remember that the English name of Pearl River is PEARL RIVER. This is too wrong."

A: "You are speaking in English, I am speaking in Pinyin, they are not the same thing."

B: "Okay, okay, then tell me, why is the Orange Island pattern painted on the main panel of the Pearl River brand radio? This is obviously the Xiangjiang brand originally, and the Pearl River brand was replaced later."

A: "Tch! Why should I tell you? You didn't believe me when I told you it was a wrong version of the radio, and now you still want me to tell you why it's Orange Island? You're thinking beautifully!"

B: "You old coffin..."

A: "You Gamboning..."

This is the quarrel?

Zhang Yang quietly covered his mouth from behind to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Perhaps because they felt that scolding each other was not enough, the two old men stretched out their hands to yell at each other, as if they were making gestures.

Zhang Yang looked at the two people showing their teeth and claws, and quickly stepped aside.

The place where you enter is selling jade. At this moment, you are surrounded by old modern appliances, and there are quite a few buyers looking at the goods at the counter.

Zhang Yang glanced at it like a fleeting glance.

The best thing is probably a hand-cranked mechanical phonograph produced in 1920.

It is packed in a leather box and can be carried away like a suitcase by closing the lid.

Buying a gramophone also comes with an unknown vinyl record.

Zhang Yang wanted his boss to demonstrate whether this thing could make any sound.

But the boss said that he had to pay a trial fee of 60 yuan because he had been given too many tickets before and the gramophone was not sold, but two records were sold.

60 yuan is not expensive, after all, the boss said he was playing out-of-print records by Teresa Teng.

Zhang Yang was about to pay when a group of people suddenly gathered around him.

They are the ones the boss says want free tickets.

Being an anchor online will result in a free vote, but being a boss offline will also result in a free vote?
Zhang Yang couldn't accept it in his heart, so he took a step back and retreated from the crowd.

After that, we passed a few counters selling second-hand goods, but nothing attractive.

Until I came to a store selling antiques.

Under the red neon [Antiques] sign, there were customers of all ages standing, their heads lowered and grabbing something on the counter.

Zhang Yang found an opportunity and squeezed in. It turned out that he was selling copper coins.

A row passed by, and there were seven or eight big boxes, all filled with copper coins.

Occasionally, I would see someone take out a few knife coins and cloth coins, but of course they were all fake.

But there is indeed something genuine in the copper coins that are round on the outside and square on the inside.

At least the several Kangxi Tongbao coins that Zhang Yang picked up in succession were all genuine, and many customers had played with them and found out their patina.

"Boss, how much do these three coins add up to?"

Zhang Yang picked three high-quality copper coins. If they were sent for scoring, he should get more than 80.

"These three pieces..."

The boss first looked at Zhang Yang's appearance and dress, and then looked at the goods in his hand:

"One for a thousand, three for three thousand."

"How much?" Zhang Yang suspected that he heard wrongly.

This is the common version, one hundred is the most.

"If you feel dissatisfied, you can make a counter-offer."

The boss hooked his hand and signaled Zhang Yang to relax a little.

This action reminded Zhang Yang of his time in Pan Jiayuan.

Memories of the past came to mind, and he said logically:
"Three for 50 yuan, how about that?"

Unexpectedly, the boss nodded without hesitation after hearing the counteroffer.

Then he pointed to the QR code hanging on the glass cabinet behind him and asked Zhang Yang to scan the code and pay.

Is this how you play?

You can get such a bargain here!
When Zhang Yang left the counter with more than 200 copper coins, he thought about it.

The ghost market in Shenghai seems to be really different from other places.

But the exact difference cannot be determined until we see real antiques - porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and bronze.

Zhang Yang walked forward while observing.

After completely passing the merchant selling copper coins, he entered a "no man's land".

The counters on both sides were filled with paintings and calligraphy, but for more than a dozen counters in a row, not a single boss was seen.

Is this the zero-yuan shopping area?

He walked to a nearby store and saw a painting spread out on the counter.

And it’s still a cartoon.

The painting depicts a boy wearing a red scarf flying a kite in the wild.

The characters and landscapes of traditional Chinese paintings are combined with the colors of Western paintings, just like the illustrations in textbooks.

On the right side of the picture is written: [The east wind is soaring upward], and the inscription is: Zikai's painting, and his personal seal.

This is Feng Zikai's comic, no doubt about it.

But it shouldn't be his own handwriting.

Who would put 10,000+ things on the counter?
Zhang Yang looked at the edges of the painting and saw that the paper was curled badly. It must have been a bit old.

And it’s also a framed painting.

It is very similar to Feng Zikai's earlier works, which were printed with zinc plates, colored and then mounted.

"Production time: 1927"

It is indeed an old antique.

Although it is not an autographed painting and cannot fetch a high price of 30 yuan per square foot, it is not a street stall item that can be bought for a few dozen yuan.Zhang Yang stood by the counter and looked around.

"Is the boss here? I want to buy a painting!"

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

His words only attracted a few passers-by to watch, but the boss was nowhere to be seen.

Someone told him that the boss who sells calligraphy and paintings here may not be able to close a single business in a day, and basically watches the excitement at other counters.

There were others who shouted for Zhang Yang, and finally the boss at the counter next door was called back.

"Damn, I thought it was my own shop doing business."

The middle-aged boss, who was sweating profusely from running, said out of breath.

He walked through the many cardboard boxes and walked with difficulty to the opposite side of Zhang Yang.

"The boss of this store is not here. His wife has given birth to her second child. She should be in the hospital now."

"By the way, what do you want to buy?"

"The boss is not here, can you make the decision?"

Zhang Yang asked the most important thing first.

"No, but I can call him."

"OK, then help me ask how much this painting will cost."

Zhang Yang didn't touch anything on the counter from beginning to end, so as not to make it unclear.

Soon the call was connected, and the owner of the store next door wanted to fool people. He said on the phone that this was Feng Zikai's own painting.

When the other end of the phone asked how much it would cost, he covered the receiver, as if he was afraid that Zhang Yang would hear it.

After hanging up the phone, the fat boss held out five fingers:

"This painting costs fifty thousand!"

"Okay, help me take a look, are there any other works of his here? Feng Zikai's paintings usually appear in groups, and rarely a single one is circulated."

Zhang Yang didn't immediately answer whether he would buy it or not. He wanted to let the boss help him take out the store's money first.

"Really? This is the first time I've heard this statement."

The fat boss shook his head in confusion and muttered:

"I remember seeing several cartoons like this here before."

"Will it be sold?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Impossible, this thing is too valuable. If it sells, I will definitely be invited to dinner."

The fat boss lowered his head and searched for a long time on the counter and in the cabinet. The sweat he had just wiped off started to appear again.

Finally, he found another comic at the bottom of the cabinet.

The content of this painting is more heartwarming:

It was grandma holding her grandson in her arms, kissing her grandson's face under the sunset by the river.

The name of the painting is "KISS", and it is also signed "Zikai Painting".

After reading the painting, Zhang Yang confirmed that the year was OK and started to ask about the price:
"How much is this?"

"It's also fifty thousand."

"How much do the two pieces add up to?"

"One hundred thousand." The fat boss looked at Zhang Yang doubtfully.

Is this calculation difficult?
"No." Zhang Yang shook his head: "This is your calculation for ordinary antiques, calligraphy and painting, two pieces are considered as one set, you should calculate the price of one set."

"It seems to make sense...should I call and ask?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you a price, and you can just ask the boss if he's willing."

Zhang Yang was not interested in haggling back and forth, and he could see that the fat boss wanted to kill him.

"Two paintings together, one thousand and fifty. If you agree, I will pay you immediately."

"This is too little..."

"You ask first." Zhang Yang frowned and urged, "My price is very fair."

The fat boss reluctantly dialed the phone under the gaze of a group of people around him.

The result of the communication is exactly what Zhang Yang thought. The ghost market here is full of high prices and has to pay back the money.

As long as you chop hard enough, buying antiques for ninety-nine yuan is no longer a dream like Pin Xixi.

The last 500 yuan was spent on two color comics from more than [-] years ago.

I also gave him a roll of old rice paper from 20 years ago.

At this price, if it's just the painting itself, Zhang Yang really doesn't make any money.

But if he encounters a small probability event, he will turn over directly:
Those are the words on the painting - probably inscribed by Feng Zikai himself.

It's a pity that Zhang Yang is not yet able to tell whether this is Mr. Feng's personal inscription.

I can only wait until tomorrow afternoon and ask the experts from the calligraphy and painting team to help me take a look.

"The harvest is quite good!"

Zhang Yang had rice paper under his creaky nest, two paintings in his hand, and three copper coins in his pocket.

As for picking up leaks, it is unrealistic to expect to make a lot of money every time;
But if he can bring back a few genuine treasures at a price lower than the market price, he is already the most handsome guy in the market.

"handsome guy!"

"Handsome, wait!"

"Who is calling me?" Zhang Yang looked back.

She is a girl wearing a black trench coat. She looks very delicate and looks young.

Maybe a high school student or freshman.

"Handsome guy, are you... buying paintings?"

"Buying a painting? Well, yes."

Zhang Yang silently turned off the screen of his phone, thinking he was going to add himself as a friend.

It seems that this girl saw everything that happened in front of the counter just now.

Are you taking me for granted?

Zhang Yang's intuition was very accurate. The little girl glanced at his hand holding the painting and said enthusiastically:

"If you want to pick up some good paintings and calligraphy, why not go to the third floor and have a look?"

"Is there a third floor here?"

"Yes, the second floor is full of fixed stores, and the third floor is the mobile stalls."

The word "street stall" triggered the keyword "Zhang Yang".

If you want to pick it up, you have to go to a street stall to get the taste.

Although most stall owners buy their goods from the wholesale market, what if they sell rice?
Zhang Yang went to the street stalls and found his brother from the old Jiumen family.

After handing the thing in his hand to Xu Jie and telling him that if he broke a piece of paper, he would be deducted a month's salary, Zhang Yang followed the girl to the third floor.

Different from the second floor, the upstairs is completely new.

There are stalls marked out with yellow and black tape on the ground. On the spread cloth or wooden boards, there are a dazzling array of antiques.

This is somewhat similar to Tianguang Ruins in Yangcheng.

What’s interesting is that there are security guards walking around in the market on the third floor. It seems that there have been many disputes here before.

Zhang Yang followed the girl to what appeared to be her grandfather's shop.

"Sir, this man is a very knowledgeable buyer of calligraphy and paintings."

The old man answered a lot of dialects, but Zhang Yang didn't understand a word of it.

But looking at the gesture, it probably means asking him to take a look at it casually.

The girl's stall mainly sells used books. At the end of the stall, there are many calligraphy banners hung on hangers.

Zhang Yang tried to identify it, but he could only confirm that some of these paintings and calligraphy were old and new.

The latest work is from this year, and the oldest one dates from the late Qing Dynasty.

The calligraphy of the late Qing Dynasty is definitely more valuable than that of this year, but I can’t say how much more expensive it is.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and asked:
"Uncle, which one is the most expensive for you?"

Just ask for the most expensive one and haggle hard!

(End of this chapter)