gifted collector

Chapter 31 Ghost City
"brush!"

Fang Ming got up early in the morning, opened the shutter door in the store and walked out. The habit of getting up early and exercising for many years is not changed at will, and he doesn't want to change it, even if he comes to a big city. The body is more important than anything else.

"Hey, what is this?"

Fang Ming found that Little Antique Street, where there was no one before, was slowly becoming bustling, and people came one after another. These people were either carrying worn-out travel bags or simply carrying a bag. After walking down the street, I found a place on the side of the street and squatted down. First I put out a piece of cloth, and then I took out one thing after another and put it on it.

"what is this?"

Fang Ming walked over curiously, and found that all the stalls were filled with antiques, big and small.

"Fang Ming."

While Fang Ming was looking at all this strangely, a voice came from behind him. Looking back, he found that it was Zhou Yafang.

"Sister Avon, why did you come so early?"

Fang Ming looked at his phone, and found that it was just past four o'clock and close to five o'clock. Logically speaking, it was impossible for Zhou Yafang to be here at this time.

"I'll do whatever you're here for."

"what?"

Fang Ming looked at Zhou Yafang incomprehensibly, he couldn't understand what these words meant.

Zhou Yafang pointed around strangely, and said, "This is a ghost market, aren't you here to shop for flowers?"

Fang Ming was even more puzzled by Monk Erzhang, "Ghost market? What is a ghost market?"

"This...you don't know what a ghost market is, so what are you doing so early?"

Fang Ming was confused by Zhou Yafang.

How could Fang Ming have the nerve to tell Zhou Yafang that he couldn't sleep because of the big money he made last night and wandered the streets, but when he just wanted to go back to sleep, he found that there were so many small stalls in Antique Street. No.

"After you left last night, I went out for supper. When I came back and wanted to go to sleep, I found these stalls. I looked at them out of curiosity."

"Hey, I thought you came here on purpose."

Only now did Zhou Yafang understand what was going on, "This kind of stall is called a ghost market, and it is a unique market among antique collections."

The so-called ghost market is actually a kind of small market among antique collections that opens in the morning, for example, at four or five in the morning.

There are many things in the antique collection that walk on the edge of the law. There is no way to trade such things openly, and there are even some illegal things such as tomb robbery. But in this world, if someone sells it, someone buys it. For this reason, This unique way of the ghost market appeared - you can avoid some "trouble".

To give an example, some things are protected by relevant laws on the protection of cultural relics. For example, there was a period of time when it was stipulated that things older than the mid-Qing period could not be bought and sold, and some were unearthed cultural relics, but such things are actually There are transactions, and of course the ones that appear the most are above the ghost market.

In order to avoid "stall flushing", that is, when someone comes to check, stall owners often come to set up stalls during the period before going to work, and people who want to pick up leaks also appear at this time, which is a time difference.

"So that's what the ghost market is all about."

After Zhou Yafang's introduction, Fang Ming finally understood what the small stalls in front of him were all about.

"In the past, there were many good things in the ghost market, and they were very prosperous."

Zhou Yafang remembered that when she was young, she used to ride on her grandfather's neck two mornings a week to go to the ghost market. At that time, buying things was like stealing things. After a stall owner took out the things, people would They rush forward in a swarm, and if you see something you want to bargain for, you have to hold it tightly in your hand, and someone will take it away as soon as you put it down.Where would it be like now, to buy a thing has to look over and over again for a long time.

"Hey, there are more fake things now?"

Zhou Yafang nodded and said, "Yes, at that time there were few fake things, at most they were imitated from the past in the Republic of China, which is very reassuring, but it is different now, there is no real piercing eyes, and the eyes are just A regular thing."

"Sister Yafang, according to what you said, don't the people who come to the ghost market come here with the intention of picking up leaks?"

Fang Ming looked left and right curiously, he really wanted to go to the stall to look around. "When I first came here to open a shop, I could still see things from 'Xinkeng' from time to time, that is, newly unearthed cultural relics. Although the price has risen, they are good things after all. Several years have passed, and now such things are more and more expensive. There are fewer and fewer, almost invisible. So it is basically impossible to find leaks now."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yafang is also full of nostalgia. She remembers that she came here for the first time after she opened the store. She found a lotus leaf bowl from Song Dynasty JDZ on the stall, with a diameter of about 18 cm. She bought it for 750 yuan. The bowl was sold for 58000 yuan, which was the first time in my life to pick up a leak - it didn't count if I had my grandfather by my side before.

"Why are there so many fakes now?
After all, Fang Ming is a rookie who has just entered the industry and knows nothing about these things.

"Collecting gold and prosperity in troubled times, now is the time of prosperity, there are many people who play antique collections, the price has risen, and the demand has increased, so naturally a lot of people will get involved in it and make fakes."

"For example, in 1994, Qi Baishi's painting was usually around 1 yuan, and until 98, his seal was basically the same price, but now there is a zero or even a few more at the end. Zero."

Speaking of this, Zhou Yafang sighed even more in her heart. Unless the price of antiques rises rapidly, counterfeiting will become more and more rampant. Nowadays, counterfeiting is all high-tech and group-based assembly line. The key is that the quality is extremely high, and the speed is high. It’s also fast, many things have been created that have been able to fool many masters, and it is extremely difficult for a person like myself who deals in antiques in a serious way to survive-hesitating to buy a thing Yes, but opportunities are often missed during this hesitation.

Seeing Fang Ming's way of looking left and right, Zhou Yafang was overjoyed, and took out 1 yuan in cash from her bag and handed it to Fang Ming, saying, "Go and play for a while. At least [-]% of imitations are fake things, and the rest are mostly handicrafts, but for a newcomer like you, it is a good place to practice your eyesight."

"Hey, then I'm welcome."

Fang Ming took the money, turned around and rushed to the nearest stall.

Seeing Fang Ming like this, Zhou Yafang was also happy, shook her head and walked to another stall. Although the ghost market said that there are no good things, but since you are in this business, you must come to this kind of place to see. And you have to come often, so that you can keep up with the "trend" of counterfeiting!
(End of this chapter)