super sensory appraiser

"The collection of this kind of seal is still unpopular now, and there are not many people who are interested. If you really want to sell this seal, I will give you this amount." After speaking, the shopkeeper stretched out three fingers and shook in front of Fang Feiyang .

"What is this number? Three thousand or thirty thousand?"

Fang Feiyang, a rookie who hasn't entered the industry yet, doesn't know how much the shopkeeper's three fingers represent, so he can only bite the bullet and ask again.

"Cough...cough..." Fang Feiyang's words made the middle-aged shopkeeper cough.

"I said little brother, don't be joking, of course it is three thousand, and your seal is not made of gold, how could it be worth thirty thousand."

The shop owner couldn't laugh or cry when he met Fang Feiyang, a layman.

Fang Feiyang's face was flushed red by the shopkeeper's words, and he was very embarrassed.

The price of 3000 yuan is far from the estimate in his heart. He originally thought that as long as it is an antique, it is priced in [-] yuan. Now it seems that this is not the case. Not all old objects are necessarily valuable. of.

He bought it from Sister Fang at a price of 100 yuan. Now if he changes hands, he will earn 30 times immediately. Although the price is not very high, it is still worth his salary after working hard for more than a month. It's much easier to make money, no wonder more and more people are keen on tinkering with antiques now, just because of the huge profits here.

However, Fang Feiyang was still a little bit reluctant in his heart. After all, this was the first time in his life that he picked up a leak, and it was also his first collection. Needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, he apologized to the middle-aged shopkeeper, carefully wrapped up the Basiba inscription, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned around to go out.

The middle-aged shopkeeper shook his head, thinking that Fang Feiyang thought the price was too low and wanted to try another shop. He had seen many such customers, so he didn't intend to keep him, so he continued to sit down and play his own Landlords.

After leaving Jibaoxuan, Fang Feiyang was a little bored, wandering aimlessly in the antique market, but he was quite happy in his heart, since he decided not to sell this seal, he had to keep it well, and buddies can also do it in the future. Proudly boasting to others, we are also the ones who have picked up mistakes.

The weather in midsummer is unpredictable. As the saying goes, "the sky in June is like a monkey's face, and the weather changes at any time". Advertising leaflets were flying everywhere, thunder was rolling in the distance, and lightning flashed. It was obvious that a thunderstorm was about to arrive as scheduled.

After a while, the sky in the south began to darken, and the southeast wind was blowing more aggressively.

"Nimma, it's going to rain. The weather can change." Fang Feiyang quickened his pace and rushed to the bus stop outside the market, hoping to get in the bus before the rain fell.

When he walked past the booth in the trading market, Fang Feiyang saw a young man about his own age was scrambling to collect the cash at the booth, but his booth was full of banner calligraphy and paintings. When a gust of wind blew, the calligraphy and paintings were smashed It's all in pieces, and some edges have been scratched.

This buddy is frantically rolling up the calligraphy and paintings one by one, putting them in the box, and at the same time, he keeps looking up at the distance, fearing that the thunderstorm will come in an instant, and his calligraphy and paintings will be ruined.

Fang Feiyang also looked up to the southeast. The dark clouds in the distance were getting lower and lower, and the deep thunder was approaching here.Fang Feiyang rushed over in a small jog, without saying a word, squatting on the ground to help this buddy clean up together.The two of them rolled up the calligraphy and paintings together, and the speed was obviously much faster, and they finally rolled up all the calligraphy and paintings when the big raindrops fell.In the end, there were some small things like the Four Treasures of the Study on the floor stall, and it was too late to clean them up one by one. Fang Feiyang rolled up the cotton cloth that was spread on the floor, wrapped them all together, and carried them away.

The two of them hid in a pavilion in front of them with big bags and small bags.

"Brother, thank you so much, thank you for your help, otherwise my goods would be useless."

As soon as this buddy grabbed Fang Feiyang's hand and shook it vigorously, he was inexplicably grateful to Fang Feiyang. If Fang Feiyang hadn't kindly helped him clean up the calligraphy and painting, I'm afraid that half of the calligraphy and painting in his stall would be destroyed.

"Hehe, you're welcome! I don't see anyone setting up a stall here today. Why did you choose to do business today?"

Although Fang Feiyang was visiting this antique trading market for the first time, he also heard from others that foreign vendors here come here to set up stalls for transactions, and they are all on Saturdays and Sundays. Normally, there is no such kind of street stall business.

Hearing Fang Feiyang's question, the young stall owner smiled bitterly, and said, "It's also my first time to come to Sucheng Antique Trading Market, and I thought it would be possible to trade and set up stalls here every day, so I came here today to inquire about it. Knowing that only weekends are the so-called trading days, since it’s here, I put up calligraphy and paintings to try to see if I can get one or two deals, but in the end I encountered such a ghostly weather.”

This young buddy's not-so-standard mandarin is mixed with many dialects from southern Anhui province. While talking to Fang Feiyang, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and warmly offered one to Fang Feiyang.

"Oh! No wonder...thunderstorms come as expected this summer, even the weather forecast is not accurate."

Fang Feiyang chatted with this buddy all over the world for a while, the rain outside the pavilion was still heavy, and the distance was covered with rain and fog. Under the cover of dense rain curtains, it was impossible to distinguish the houses from the trees. It won't stop for a while.

The young stall owner squatted down, ready to sort out the last four treasures of the study and put them in his bag.

Fang Feiyang couldn't leave this meeting, so he helped people to the end, and continued to help tidy up together.

There are quite a lot of miscellaneous things in this spread.

There are brushes of various colors and sizes, jade pen holders, pen holders, wooden pen holders, various inkstones, paperweights, and inkpad boxes.All of them seem to be old and simple in style, and some objects are even incomplete.

Fang Feiyang wrapped these things in cotton cloth one by one, and handed them to the buddy next to him to put them in the box.

Fang Feiyang was also full of curiosity about these seemingly ancient objects. While helping to organize the packages neatly, he asked where these old objects were collected.

At this time, Fang Feiyang reached out and grabbed something full of dirt and oil.

Fang Feiyang's arm suddenly trembled, and the soreness, numbness and warmth rushed through his arm, around his neck, and poured into the back of his head.Swipe... The mysterious video clips slid through his mind again like a movie.

In the image, a monk is wearing a cassock and is drawing a pen at his desk. The pen and ink are vigorous and strange, and they can be freely swayed. The mountains and cliffs on the painting scroll are jagged with strange rocks and intertwined with strange pines. They are complex but not chaotic.At a glance, the painting is full of twists and turns, full of haze, showing the changing situation of mountains and rivers.

This dark, grimy thing is an antique? ....