super sensory appraiser

In the image in Fang Feiyang's mind, this two-foot-two-inch middle and short sword exudes a frost-like brilliance. The sword is covered with exquisite and fine lines, like a spider's web, just like clouds and mist, and It's like mountains and rivers rushing down thousands of miles, reaching the tip of the sword. The blade is thin and flexible, and accompanied by the master's sword dance, it vibrates regularly in the air.

The combination of man and sword is completely natural.

"Brother, how did you sell this scrap iron? It was used by Emperor Qianlong, or it was worn by Emperor Kangxi himself,"

Fang Feiyang said carelessly on purpose, pretending to be careless, and casually pulled out the short sword from a stack of swords. Boss Fang can be regarded as a frequent visitor to the antique market, and he is familiar with the doorways here. If you want to buy something, you must not ask directly, otherwise the other party will definitely charge you a sky-high price.

The stall owner smiled embarrassedly and said: "Hey, big brother, what is the identity of Emperor Kangxi and Lord Qianlong? Why don't you advertise... But, the one in your hand is not scrap iron, it is an antique sword collected from Inner Mongolia, and it cost more than 1000 yuan."

Fang Feiyang continued to play the role of a tourist, and shouted: "Don't fool me, this thing is like the fire stick used in the stove in my hometown. It can be worth 1000. ... See, we are here to play, we are just killing people, right? ,"

The stall owner said: "Oh, my brother, we don't do that kind of thing. Now this flea market has introduced a lot of regulations. The kind of thing you said can only be done by wicked people...Brother, you sincerely want to If so, give me 800."

"400 yuan, I'll take it if you agree," Fang Feiyang directly cut the stall owner's offer in half this time.

After the young stall owner heard Fang Feiyang's words, his face was so ugly that he looked like a dead relative, and he said "grieved" with a mournful face: "Brother, you are too cruel, you are making me sell at a loss. "

"400 loss, although I am not a person who likes to play with swords, but I have heard from friends that buying a rusty broken sword in your 'ghost market' is only a few yuan, less than a hundred.

"Brother, what age did you say that was the market? Where can you find such a low selling price now? You can go to the whole flea market and talk to the boss if it is less than 500 yuan. They don't bother to talk to you... If you can buy a rusty broken sword for 100 yuan, oh no, a rusty ancient sword, I will give you my goods for free,"

Not to be outdone, the young stall owner argued hard.

Fang Feiyang put down the two-foot-two-inch middle and short sword calmly, pretended to hesitate for a while, and said: "Well, then I can only accept 500 yuan. If you can sell it, we will make a deal, otherwise I will go Let's continue shopping elsewhere,"

The 20-year-old stall owner probably hasn't opened since the early morning. Now it's rare to wait for a business to come to his door, and he doesn't want to miss it. He gritted his teeth and said simply: "500 is 500. I'll pay you for today's business." It didn't make you any money,"

"OK, find something to wrap it up for me, this sword is covered in rust, how can I hold it?"

"I have a leather scabbard here, and I'll sell it to other customers for 50. Brother, you can add another 20, and I'll give you a scabbard at the original price,"

"Okay, since you want it, you still care about the 20 yuan, put the sword in the scabbard and put it in..."

This small stall owner is quite good at doing business. The leather scabbard in his mouth is actually just a simple artificial leather PU case, not even real leather. It is a mass product on the modern assembly line, and the cost price is estimated to be a few dollars. look.

Fang Feiyang doesn't care about these anymore, the most important mysterious sword has already been obtained.

It’s been more than four hours since I went out under the stars and moon at three o’clock in the morning, and now the warm and warm sunshine has sprinkled this famous antique distribution center. It’s the first time I came to Panjiayuan Flea Market, and the shopping started in the early morning. In Fang's ghost market, Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi finally did not return empty-handed.

After paying the money, Boss Fang secretly cast a smug look at Su Yazhi.

Su Yazhi also knew that her boyfriend must have gained a lot this time, but she didn't bother to ask some questions in front of the stall owner. The two held hands and walked tens of meters away.

"Tell me, what good things did our President Fang pick up this time, the joy is written on his face,"

Su Yazhi took Fang Feiyang's arm and asked as if to "extort a confession".

Fang Feiyang gave Su Yazhi an elegant smile, and replied: "Really, did it show on my face? In fact, I'm not sure, but this ancient sword feels different to me..."

Fang Feiyang pondered for a moment, thought up his words, and continued: "Do you still remember the Taoist 'Sanqing Sword' we found in the cave in Huangpao Mountain? It is a token passed down by the head of Taoism. There are thousands of years of Taoist beliefs in my body. When I first saw the short and medium ancient sword in my hand on the stall just now, it also gave me similar feelings. I feel that this thing seems unusual. Although the rust is mottled, it has connotation. There is a kind of otherworldly pride in it, which is not to be underestimated, so I decided to buy it back, "

Seeing her boyfriend's serious expression, and listening to his nagging feelings about himself, Su Yazhi couldn't help but burst out laughing, a ringing laugh like a silver bell.

"Heck... It turns out that our expert Fang Da didn't have any real evidence, he just followed his feelings... I thought Mr. Expert had read some documents somewhere, and it just happened to be confirmed on this sword today. After a long time, it turned out to be subjective, and the little girl admired it..."

What Fang Feiyang wants is that Su Yazhi has an idea. If he can tell what kind of treasure it is from such a dilapidated ancient sword, it must be too unbelievable to spread it. Even if it is his girlfriend, he can't tell her some secrets.

Fang Feiyang smiled at the corner of his mouth without explaining, and then he showed a manly unconvinced look and said to Su Yazhi: "I just have this feeling, I think it is not scrap iron, do you dare to bet with me..."

"Okay, little girl will risk her life to gamble with you, a great expert, ha ha,"

This young couple was shaking their mouths in the second-hand goods market. At this time, three people came from the direction of the main entrance. One of them was old, but his eyes were bright and energetic. He saw an acquaintance from a long distance away. Fang Feiyang yelled:

"Hey, Xiao Fang, why are you here?"

Fang Feiyang was discussing with Su Yazhi what to bet on, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name in the arena, he turned his head and saw an old man with two middle-aged men standing beside him approaching, those two middle-aged Everyone looked like they were in their early 40s, and they looked very familiar, but the old man was an old acquaintance of Fang Feiyang.

It was Chen Xuezhi, a researcher at the Palace Museum and vice president of the Huaxia Collectors Association, who called Fang Feiyang from afar.