gifted collector

Chapter 458

Fang Ming expressed his feelings. Although he has not been in the industry for a long time, he has a deep understanding of these two points.

Needless to say, this is the point of vision, which is the foundation of being able to survive in the antique industry. Without this, it is better not to mix as soon as possible.At this point, although Fang Ming was stronger than others because of his ability, he soon discovered that he couldn't survive in this business just relying on his ability. That's why he spent a lot of time on After reading various materials, although it is still impossible to completely independently identify antiques regardless of the ability, it can still be done for some time. He believes that if he gives himself a little more time, he will be able to do better as time goes by. of.

The second point of common sense does not seem to be important at all on the surface, but in fact it is the most important thing.Many people who play antiques are okay at the beginning, but gradually lose their sense of normalcy.I heard that picking up leaks can make a fortune overnight, so I wander around every day, thinking about picking up leaks all day instead of spending more time studying antiques.We must know that in the antique industry, especially in this era, how can there be so many leaks that can be picked up?You must know that now is the time for all people to become antiques.

Or maybe I found an antique with great difficulty, and the problem is that this antique can reach sky-high prices, so I always hold it in my hand and don’t want to sell it, or I believe that an antique only needs to be collected for more than ten years or dozens of years. In a few years, the value can rise from 100 yuan to hundreds of thousands or more, so there is a situation where although you have treasures in your hands, you will starve to death.

People who play antiques, if they don't have a normal heart, they are not playing antiques but being played by antiques.

Those who play with antiques like this can't play with style, and their lives are quite bitter.

Fang Ming knows that he is very prosperous now, and that's because he has supernatural powers, so he doesn't have to worry about what happens to him.

Zhou Yafang nodded and said: "Yes, these two points are the two characteristics that people who collect antiques should have. If they don't, then don't play, or just play. It's better not to go deep, or It is definitely harming others and oneself.

"Brother Fang Ming, Sister Avon, it sounds like I'm not suitable for playing with antiques."

Jiang Wen frowned, with a distressed expression on her face.

"Hahaha!"

Fang Ming laughed and said, "Comrade Jiang Wen, what are you in a hurry for? Aren't you here at our Guxuanzhai now? You don't have to think too much about whether it's suitable or not, just let things take their course."

Zhou Yafang also nodded, and said, "Yes, what Fang Ming said is not wrong at all. You don't have to think too much, we'll talk about it later."

Zhao Zhuzi opened his mouth and said loudly: "Comrade Jiang Wen, you think too much. With Brother Fang Ming and Sister Yafang around, it is impossible for you to drill holes. Besides, even drilling holes will not have too much consequences. If the problem can be reversed, you just learn it slowly.”

Jiang Wen thought about it for a while, and realized that it was really the case. With Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang by her side, why should she worry?
"Hey, that's right, what should I do?"

Time passed slowly, and there was no business in Guxuanzhai for the whole afternoon, but Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang didn't care. Instead, they drank tea and chatted, and went out when it was getting dark. They had made an appointment with Wu Ze Waiting for someone to have dinner together.

"Hey, I've never been to this place before."

After getting out of the car, Fang Ming took a look, and found that he was in front of a small two-story building. The problem was that this place was still in the city center, but the building already had a certain look. It definitely looks like a building from twenty years ago.

It can be said that it is not surprising that such a building appears in any place, but if it appears in the center of a modern metropolis like Ningdong City, it is not generally strange.

Because in a metropolis where land is very expensive, even if you have money, if you don't have power, it is impossible to keep such a small building.

Zhou Yafang nodded, and said, "Yes, it's this place. The place Sikongzhe is looking for probably belongs to someone who is an expert."

Zhao Zhuzi sized it up, and suddenly said something shocking: "This building is no different from my house."

Fang Ming was happy, and said: "Zhuzi, there is no way to compare it. On the surface, the small building here is not much different from the one in your house, but in fact it is very different."

"Hahaha! You are here!"

Maybe it was because of the sound of the car, Sikong Zhe came out from inside, and immediately burst into laughter when he saw Fang Ming and others.

"How did you find such a place? What's the point?"

Fang Ming knew that there must be something special about the place Si Kongzhe was looking for, but after looking around, he couldn't see why.

"Hey, Fang Ming, you are well-known now, and someone who came here tonight actually wanted to get to know you, so I decided on the place here."

Sikong Zhe directly stated the reason.

Fang Ming nodded and said, "Oh? Still so mysterious?"

"Let's go in and talk about it later."

Fang Ming and the others followed Sikong Zhe to the inside. He was an antique dealer. Since Sikong Zhe said that someone wanted to know him, it must have something to do with antiques, and it was not just ordinary antiques—he really wanted to see to the end. What kind of antiques can be difficult for Sikong Zhe and others.

As soon as Fang Ming walked in, he immediately saw an old man in his sixties or seventies but still in good spirits walking towards him, and before he got close, he yelled loudly: "Sikong Zhe, I think this is Fang Ming. Master Fang."

As soon as Fang Ming heard it, he immediately took a step forward and said, "I dare not, I am Fang Ming."

Si Kongzhe also smiled at this time and said: "Old Bi, this is Fang Ming, Fang Ming is old Bi Jian Bi, an old senior in my line of work, when I entered the industry, I followed Old Bi, taught a lot of things for me.”

Fang Ming understood at once, it turned out to be the leader of Sikongzhe back then, no wonder he chose this place for the meeting, and the other party hurriedly pulled him here when he said he wanted to see him.

"Hello, Mr. Bi."

Fang Ming greeted again.

"Oh, I heard that Sikong Zhe is quite familiar with you, so I asked him to bring you here. I happen to have something in my hand, and I hope you can help me palm it."

Bi Jian knew at a glance that he was a straightforward person, but he immediately expressed his intentions.

"Okay, no problem."

Bi Jian seemed to have a good relationship with Sikong Zhe, Fang Ming of course nodded in agreement.

A group of people walked in, and Fang Ming soon discovered that the small building looked simple from the outside. His original idea must have been different, but when he walked in, he found that the layout was very ordinary. The shelf is also very common.

Fang Ming blinked his eyes vigorously. He couldn't believe his eyes a little bit. It is definitely not easy to have such a small building in the city center. How could the room be decorated like this? simple.

Until he sat down on the sofa, Fang Ming couldn't recover a little bit, and even sat down on the uncommon cloth sofa for a few times, and then pressed his right hand on it to see if Pixiu appeared— —See if you've lost your sight.

However, Fang Ming found that Pixiu hadn't appeared at all, so he finally knew that he hadn't been mistaken, and the decorations in front of him were really ordinary things.

Seeing Fang Ming like this, Bi Jian said, "What's the matter? Do you think my decoration here is different from what you imagined?"

Fang Ming nodded and said, "Yes, it's quite different. I thought your house was full of antiques."

"Hahaha!"

Sikong Zhe laughed loudly, and said: "Yes, I also had the same feeling when I first came here, thinking that since Mr. Bi is an antique dealer, there must be antiques in this hall, but I didn't expect to see no shadow at all, which is really surprising."

"I have another place that specializes in collecting antiques, so I won't put it here, so as not to make people miss it."

Bi Jian's words made everyone laugh, of course it was just a joke.

"Come on, try my tea, an old friend brought some good tea not long ago..."

Apparently, Bi Jian had already boiled water before everyone came, so not long after everyone sat down, the water in the stove was "cuckling" and steaming.

"Let me do it."

Among those who know how, Fang Ming knew that he was a junior, so he took the initiative to make flowers, but when his eyes fell on the coffee table, his eyes shrank.

"This...good stuff!"

Fang Ming's words caused Zhou Yafang to look at the witch's tea table. After a few seconds, she also shook her head and said, "Old Bi, you are so unkind. You played an ambush."

"Hahahaha!"

Now he laughed even louder, and said: "Old Bi, look, I said that you can't hide this move from Fang Ming and Zhou Yafang, look, they can tell right away."

Bi Jian shook his head, was also happy, and said: "Ha! It seems that a master is a master!"

"It would be nice to have one of such good things, but it's really rare that you are playing the same game, Mr. Bi. It seems that you are a person who likes tea. The walnuts are not burned in this stove. Carbon."

As Fang Ming spoke, he inhaled a little harder, and found that there was a faint smell of walnuts in the air. He knew in his heart that his judgment was not wrong at all, and the stove was indeed burning walnut charcoal!
This is really too fastidious!

(End of this chapter)