Nine-tiered fairy lotus

Chapter 283 Pan Jiayuan's Crazy Trial
When it comes to antiques, you will think of street stalls, and when it comes to street stalls, you will first think of Panjiayuan.There is a saying in the domestic antique circle: Panjiayuan cannot be escaped, Liulichang cannot be bypassed!It can be seen that Panjiayuan is a place where many literati and Tibetans meet and hang out.

Panjiayuan Flea Market is an antique and large-scale antique art market that spreads folk culture, and it is also a symbol of capital culture.The market was formed in 1992 and gradually developed along with the rise and activity of folk antiques and art transactions.

Antique furniture, four treasures of the study, ancient calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and jade, Chinese and foreign coins, shadow puppets, facial makeup, ethnic costumes, Wenwan bracelets, as long as you can think of valuable items, there used to be everything.

It was the weekend, and the Panjiayuan Ghost Market opened, and the four of Hu Tu came to the gate as early as four o'clock in the morning to wait.These four people are Wang Mingchun, Wang Pinqiu, Xu Min, plus Hu Tu himself.

Xu Min went home some time ago, and just came back last night, so naturally he wanted to accompany her.Wang Pinqiu hadn't woken up yet, wrapped his coat on Xu Min's shoulder and dozed off, waking up from time to time, jumping on the spot a few times.Wang Mingchun was worried that it was Hu Tu's first visit to Panjiayuan, and if he didn't understand the rules, he would be tricked when he entered the door, so he didn't feel at ease, so he came out and watched.

When they came, Wang Mingchun ordered Hu Tu to prepare a special bag of cash, and told him to look out for it, because there are many older sellers in the market who are not familiar with mobile phone transfers and are more used to cash transactions.And taking out the cash looks better than a string of numbers used to transfer money. The red color is in front of you, and the seller is eager to see it, so he will sell it if it is cheaper.Unless it is a large transaction, transfer is used.

At this time, there were people everywhere at the gate of Panjiayuan. When waiting outside, everyone was wearing thick coats, tightly wrapped, running and jumping from time to time, looking like pillars, bouncing straight. .In the hazy night, it is impossible to tell who is poor and who is rich, and even at first glance, it is impossible to tell who is male and who is female, and there is no difference.

At this time, Wang Mingchun told Hu Tu about the history and origin of the ghost market, "Why is it called a ghost market? Actually, it has nothing to do with haunting. A ghost market is a night market, and it disperses at dawn, so it is also called a ghost market. In the Song Dynasty, it was a ghost market. The city has been popular, but the old BJ's ghost market dates back to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China. At that time, the fortune of the country was declining, and the fortunes of the nobles and nobles were in decline. The children of rich families stole the ancestral treasures, calligraphy and paintings at home and sold them on the street. After all, this is something that is demeaning So I chose to trade with lanterns before dawn." He said vividly, "The poor play flint, the rich carry lanterns, and some unknown sellers shuttle around. As dark as ghost lights and shadows, the Panjiayuan Ghost Market slowly opened. Today, although it is no longer necessary to hide and hide, flints and lanterns have been replaced by flashlights, but Saturdays and Sundays at 04:30 am The tradition of ghost markets opening has been carried on.”

"It turned out to be like this. I thought ghost cities were like that in movies!" These were just old stories, and there was nothing unusual about them. Hu Tu just listened to them as stories, and then asked a question that many people cared about. "Then is there any real thing in Panjiayuan now, and can we still find the leak in it?"

"Panjiayuan is Panjiayuan after all, and there are some good things. It just depends on whether you have insight." After answering this sentence, Wang Mingchun patted Hu Tu on the shoulder three times and said, "But you, you must hold your breath and don't worry about it." Remember to read more and buy less." Once here, Wang Mingchun had a lot to say, and he told a few words, "If you are a collector, there is no one who doesn't want to miss it, but picking it up is a science. If you want to be in Panjiayuan To find a valuable big item, in addition to looking at your eyesight and knowledge, it is very important to find the best time! There are many people who have tried to pick up the leaks here for so many years, but most of them are here to lose money. I heard that people bought it for 30 yuan There are fans for 3 yuan, but there are more people who buy 5 yuan for a chopstick for 10 yuan. Buying goods depends on eyes, and selling goods depends on mouth.

Then, he also talked about some rules in this market. Before he could finish talking, the ghost market opened over there, and people flocked in.

Among the crowded crowd, Hu Tu supported Wang Mingchun with one hand and Wang Pinqiu with the other, and couldn't help sighing, "It's still the middle of the night, don't you want to be so exaggerated." From this, it can be imagined that this ghost market is How hot.

It was spacious after entering the door, they walked forward together, Wang Mingchun led the way to the stall area first.

Panjiayuan flea market has six operating areas, covering an area of ​​4.85 square meters, one of which is the street stall area. In addition, there are ancient building areas, classical furniture areas, modern snow collection areas, stone carving areas and restaurants. service area etc.

The stalls in the stall area are full of miscellaneous cultural and antiques, coins, stamps, red collections, jade, old books, antique clocks, antiques, etc. There are all kinds of items.The one at the front was a place selling bamboo and wood ivory carvings, which attracted Hu Tu's attention, or Lianxu's attention.

Hu Tu squatted down and took a look, two-thirds of them were old and new things that could be easily seen. A stall like this can basically be classified as a modern handicraft stall.The boss was a slightly fat young man with his hair combed back, squinting his eyes and sitting on the bench without saying a word.

Hu Tu held the flashlight in his left hand, and searched the old-looking objects with his right hand, and found a flute-like thing, but there was no hole, and he didn't recognize what it was.Then a gust of orange-yellow aura poured into his body, and he thought about it, and asked, "Boss, how much is this?"

The boss sat up straight all of a sudden, and said as if reciting a manuscript: "This is an incense tube from the Qing Dynasty. It is exquisitely crafted and is definitely a master-level craftsmanship. I also got it by accident and I have never been willing to sell it. It is really missing recently. It’s money. Well, you only need to pay 3 yuan, and you can take it away.”

Hu Tu heard that the boss didn’t think it was a fake, but a bamboo tube cost 300 yuan. He secretly thought that it was not worth the price, so he shook his head and stood up. Before leaving, he asked, “Can you sell it for [-] yuan?”

He was just talkative, and enjoyed the price, but he didn't expect the boss to be taken aback, looked at it twice, and said with a smile: "That's good, 300 yuan, we've made a deal."

Hu Tu's face turned red all of a sudden. The seller's promise was so straightforward that he was suddenly a little at a loss.

At this time, Wang Mingchun pushed him and said: "You must accept the bargaining price at the street stall. If you don't buy it after you pay it back, you will break the rules. Hu Tu, you pay the money quickly, and use it as a lesson for spending money."

300 yuan to buy such a spiritual thing, no matter how foolish it is, it is profitable, but he feels very uncomfortable at the moment, as if he is really spending money to buy a lesson.He counted out three hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the boss, picked up the incense tube, and complained casually: "Dude, what you said just now is exactly the same as the truth, I really thought it was worth [-] yuan!"

The boss grinned, but didn't answer. From his eyes, there was a kind of contempt for an insider looking at an outsider.

(End of this chapter)