Paper horse incense shop

After spending money, I may not get an answer, so what should I do?

Isn't this a waste of money and a joke?

My thoughts were racing, but when my words came to my lips, they became:

"Since Hankeye-senpai has such a high reputation, he must be capable. Even if he doesn't know the answer, it would be good to visit him."

Seeing that I was on the right track, the Eleven Taibao nodded with satisfaction:

"That's good. I'll give you the address and call him. You can just go find him another day."

"I think you are a little eager to get things done today, so it's just right to go find him."

"Also, there is no need to be so reserved in calling him senior. He is an old naughty boy who doesn't want anyone to ask him his age, but he is only thirty or forty years old when he dies. You may not like him if you open your mouth and shut up like this, senior." As soon as you enter the door, you will be kicked out.”

Thirty or forty years old?

For someone so young, this is really surprising!

I wrote down the words of the eleventh Taibao one by one, controlled the stand-in paper man to say goodbye to everyone, and then returned to the paper horse incense shop.

The effect of the paper substitute this time was far beyond my expectation. Not to mention that Ah Shi and Ah Shi failed to recognize me, even the Eleven Taibao failed to notice my existence at the first time.

In the end, Uncle Du, who had some experience with paper-making, called out my name.

But the paper man’s expectations have arrived, but his mental expectations are much worse.

Why is this so?

After thinking to no avail, I replaced my old and ugly paper body and simply rested for a night.

The next day, I rushed to the address given to me by Eleven Taibao to look for the half-eye that was rumored to be extremely accurate in fortune-telling.

The address that Eleven Taibao gave me was very general. It just said 'opposite the xx Electrical Appliance City'. When I arrived at the address and looked at it, I discovered that the opposite side of the so-called Electrical Appliance City was an antique street.

At nine or ten o'clock, when the sun is in the middle, there are not many people in the antique street.

But there are already some antique vendors without a front on the roadside. They havetily rolled up mats and objects and set up stalls on the street.

If I read it correctly, there are all kinds of ceramics, jade, and copperware on the small vendors on the ground.

There seemed to be a large terracotta warriors and horses as tall as a man at the corner of the street. Someone asked if that thing was legitimate, and the vendor immediately responded:

"Absolutely authentic. The terracotta warriors of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, you can rest assured, they are absolutely true."

The terracotta warriors and horses from the Shang and Zhou dynasties?

I was really stunned when I heard this, turned my head suddenly, opened my mouth to speak, and immediately received a warning look.

The ways of these people are really wild.

I quickened my pace and passed by the vendors setting up stalls along the street. When I entered the main street, it was really refreshing.

Most of the shops along the Antique Street are open, and the decoration of the entire street is very antique, elegant and simple.

Unlike the stall vendors outside who noisily solicit customers, the shopkeepers in the antique street do not actively solicit business, and are even very leisurely.

Customers don't even get up when they enter the store, they just say casually and look around, and then drink tea quietly at their seats.

The difference inside and outside this street is so big that it really surprised me.

I have heard a saying before that it is said that if you don't open your business easily, it will last three years if you open it. '

I'm talking about things in the antique business.

In this industry, most sellers who have genuine goods often look down on individual buyers.

Most of the individual buyers in the market have no discernment, do not recognize good goods, and cannot afford the corresponding money.

They often waste a long time talking about the good things in their hands, but in the end they just say "I'll take a look" and disappear.

So at the end of the day, no one wants to expend effort in receiving individual customers, but just waits for a big customer who knows the goods, or a big fat sheep who is not discerning and only does big business. If individual buyers want to buy good things, they have to identify a seller, get tighter, and first buy a few items from the seller at a high price that others don't like.

Let the seller know that you have some financial resources and are willing to make friends, and then they will give you some good things and ask you if you want to accept them.

If you say, then instead of buying and selling a few things that the seller took out, I can just drink tea every day, build up my good impression, and only buy the last good thing, right?

Sorry, it really doesn't work.

No one is a fool. Adult matters are all about profit first. What can we talk about if we don’t have money?

It's better to go home and wash up and go to bed.

If there are still people who argue, I don’t believe that if I spend a lot of money, others will not sell my things.

That would be even more embarrassing, it’s really not necessarily the case.

If the buyer has money but no discernment, what he gets may not necessarily be genuine.

Because you can't tell the difference and can regard fakes as treasures, then why don't merchants choose to eat both fish and fish, eat your share of the genuine goods' money, and then sell the genuine goods to others?

After all, the rule of this business is that if something comes out of the stall, whether it is genuine and fake for sale, or the buyer 'eyeballs' the fake and actually buys it, both parties have to admit defeat.

If you have to make trouble, the person who can do the antique business must be someone who has some skills in both black and white. How can it be so easy?

This half-eye can tell fortunes for a share of money, and open a shop in the antique street to earn money from selling antiques?

As Eleven Taibao said, he is indeed greedy for money.

The greed for money is almost obvious, but the key now is, where is the half-eyed man?

I looked at the entire street of antique shops and suddenly had a headache.

Since Eleven Taibao only gave this vague address and asked me to come find him, he must have felt that Half Eyes would be easy to find.

Does the whole street know about Half-Eye? Find someone to ask?

I was thinking this in my mind and was about to ask a passerby. After walking a few steps, I glanced at a small flag on the tiled eaves of a shop along the street on the second floor.

The small flag is about one meter long and half a meter wide, and is placed diagonally on the eaves.

The mark on the flag is only half an eye.

Two hasty outlines, only half of the pupils.

The other half of the eyes disappeared without a trace, as if they were suddenly cut off.

There is no text about fortune telling, but I know that this is definitely the 'half eye' I am looking for.

No wonder there was only a scrawled address. It turned out that this 'half-eyed' man was so confident in himself that even his own fortune teller only had a small flag.

There is quite a feeling of 'if you can find me, forget it, but if you can't find me, forget it'.

I took a deep breath, estimated the flag's position, and walked into the shop under the flag.

You can smell the pleasant scent of incense as soon as you enter the store. I don't have much talent for smelling incense, but I can probably guess that it is sandalwood or agarwood.

The entire store does not deliberately display antiques, nor does it have any glass windows or anything like that. It is just decorated like an old Chinese living room, with a few vases and porcelain, and fine nanmu furniture.

Noble, solemn, indescribable nobility.

There is no door in the side room, only a screen more than two meters long, and someone can be vaguely seen drinking tea inside.

I coughed slightly to indicate that there was someone outside, then raised my voice and shouted:

"Is Uncle Ban here?"

Eye-catching: By mistake, the buyer buys a collection that is not worth the price at a higher price, or buys a fake.

No water added! ! ! ! ! ! Don't accuse me unjustly! I never write redundant things!