Tianyan Jianbao

Chapter 220 Ghost City
"Liangzi, let me tell you, you really inquired about the right person. I know about this. Those who are on duty during the day really don't know about this. I am on duty at night, and some customers go out at four or five o'clock in the morning. It is to you The market with stalls in the early morning is mentioned, I heard that there are not good people in the market, everyone is sneaky, and..."

"Wait, you should tell me first, where is the market where the stalls are set up early in the morning? It's already bright today, so if you go late, it will be gone."

The cannon-toothed waitress may have been on shift all night, and she was very depressed. Seeing such a handsome boy as the fourth child call a beauty, she immediately regained her spirits, but after talking for a long time, she didn't talk about the topic.

Spitting Xingzi made the fourth child back away again and again, because if he stood there still, the big blood red mouth would probably be imprinted on his face.

"Isn't it just on Yuqi Street? Go out from here, walk 300 meters forward and turn a corner. What's there to see there? The air conditioner is comfortable, I said pretty boy, hey, where is he?"

The buck-toothed waitress was talking happily, when suddenly the three people who were sitting on the sofa had disappeared.

The buck-toothed girl gritted her teeth, twisted her bucket waist and turned back to the service desk, but she must be in a good mood today, you know, it's rare for someone to call her a pretty girl all year round.

"Fourth, I know now. If it's shameless, the second is definitely no match for you. You can call out the word "beauty" for a woman like that. Brother, I admire you."

At this time, the three of them were already walking on the empty street, and Zhang Qian's voice echoed on the road, very loud.

The fourth child pursed his lips when he heard the words, and said disapprovingly: "What is this? Cantonese people speak like this. An old man like Zeng Zhiwei can be called a pretty boy. What's wrong with calling me a pretty girl?"

It's only past six o'clock in the morning. Although the sky is already bright, the sun has not yet come out. In addition, it rained here yesterday, so there will be some thin mist.

Through this thin layer, you can vaguely see many people walking on both sides of the jade street, but there is no noise in the general market here, it is really like a ghost setting up a stall after the gate of hell is closed.

"Boss, why do I feel that this place is full of evil? What good things can there be here? Besides, with this weather, you can't see any good things. Let's go back and come back when the sun comes out."

Zhang Gan has always been very timid, and when he came to this weird place, he couldn't help feeling nervous.He stretched out his hand to hold Wang Haoming, and stood at the intersection, obviously not wanting to go in.

"Boss, most of these vendors are grave diggers, and they are more or less tainted with the spirit of death. Be careful, don't let some unjustly killed kid snatch your soul away. "

The fourth child knew that Zhang Gan was timid, and he was usually afraid of ghosts and gods, so he deliberately spoke out behind him to scare him. go forward.

"I said fourth brother, don't scare the boss. The opportunity of this kind of ghost market is very rare. Boss, don't be afraid, he is fooling you."

Wang Haoming was dumbfounded by what the fourth child said, but now he was anxious to go in.

Because according to common sense, there is generally no ghost market in Pingzhou. It is estimated that those who play antiques from all over the country will gather here with the help of this rough stone fair.

You must know that antiques and jade are interlinked. Many jade merchants are often antique collectors, and they are also a relatively powerful group of people in the circle of antique collectors. Therefore, antique "walking ghosts" from all over the country will be in Focus on this place at this time.

As the fourth child said, the identities of these people are very complicated. It is not unusual for some grave diggers to appear, and it is often in the hands of these people that some exquisite objects among antiques appear.

"No, there are gods two feet above your head. It wasn't long before the gate of hell was closed, so I went back. You two go shopping,"

Zhang Gan watched the Hong Kong version of the "Fang Shiyu" series of movies, and at this moment, looking at the silent and shadowy street in front of him, he still retreated.

"Okay, boss, then you can go back first, but we won't go back. As the saying goes, there are many people and ghosts are afraid, so be careful when you go back to the hotel by yourself."

Wang Haoming's lazy boss left the ink, and after he finished speaking, he walked towards Yuqi Street. After the sun came out and the fog cleared, this ghost market might also be closed.

After Zhang Gan heard Wang Haoming's words, he trembled all over his body. Looking back at the empty street on the way, his expression changed.

He hurriedly followed and said, "Don't wait for me, I'll follow you guys."

In fact, these fogs are very thin. From a distance, they seem hazy. When you get close, you can still see clearly between people, and they don't affect your vision at all.

"Boss, fourth brother, what are you fancying. Don't ask the price easily. This place is different from the general market. As long as you ask the price, you will be slaughtered."

While walking in front, Wang Haoming turned his head and whispered.

"How do you buy something without asking the price?"

The fourth child asked a little puzzled, they passed by three stalls, all of which sold finished jade pendants and other things, Wang Haoming was not very interested in these.

Looking at jade and stone jade in the ghost market in Pingzhou, isn't that sick? If you want to buy jade, wait until daytime to fill the streets.

After listening to Wang Haoming's words, the fourth child observed carefully, and found that no one spoke in front of the stalls he passed just now, whether they were buying or selling.

"For an item, these sellers often give several prices. If you ask and don't buy it, if someone hears about it, the seller will rely on you and say that you let go of the reserve price. This is also a rule passed down by the elders. , but having said that, you can negotiate the price without opening your mouth to speak. Just watch the actions of those people and you will know."

Wang Haoming stopped while talking, and stopped in front of a booth.

This is an antique stall. The three-meter-square stall is filled with bronze porcelain, ancient rare books, and some copper coins and knives. There are not many jades. There are only a few ornaments that look a bit like ancient jade, which are placed in the stall middle position of .

"Hey, although this little brother is not very old, he is an expert. Come and have a look. If you like it, I will give you a cheaper price."

Wang Haoming's words were heard by the stall owner, and he grinned. In the business of antiques, he is not afraid of meeting sensible people. The more sensible people are, the easier it is to pay tuition fees.

The ghost market is a place where the eyesight is really refined, and there are too many people who have stumbled in this kind of place for no apparent reason.

When the stall owner spoke, he deliberately lowered his tone. His voice was probably that of an old hand, trying to maintain the mystery of the ghost market.

Many people in the antique ghost market environment, looking at the antiques all over the street, often have some deviations in their hearts, and unconsciously think that these objects are real.

In fact, the probability of these gadgets producing genuine and rare items is higher than that of the antique markets in various cities, but there are ten out of ten items and nine counterfeit ones. If there is one genuine item in a stall, that would be great.

"Youngest, those people are holding hands with each other, are they talking about the price?" Zhang Qian looked around, and he really saw something.

"Correct."

Wang Haoming nodded and did not explain much. This way of bargaining was passed down from ancient times. In the past, it was important to keep the money secret. Both the buyer and the seller must keep the transaction price of an object confidential, so this kind of price negotiation is clear. Methods.

However, in ancient times, people wore clothes with large sleeves. When negotiating prices with hand gestures, the sleeves could cover their hands, and outsiders could not see it at all. But now it is just a formality for the occasion.

Even if this method is used to negotiate the price, a caring person can still tell a thing or two from the gesture.

"Youngest, just watch here, I'll go around"

The fourth child also became interested in Taobao, and excitedly turned around and went to another stall. This is the charm of the ghost market. Even if you don’t understand antiques, in this environment, there will be a kind of Taobao. psychology.

It's like going to the food street, looking at those gourmet snacks, even if you are not hungry, you will move your index finger, it is the same reason.

Zhang Qian saw Wang Haoming squatting on the ground and stopped moving. He was a little bored standing there. At this time, he also knew that there were ordinary people like himself here, so he was not too afraid, so he followed the fourth child for a walk. up.

Wang Haoming knew that the two brothers were in business at home. Although they didn't know much about antiques, they were familiar with doing business when they were young couples. They definitely wouldn't eat anything

"Boss, the objects here are really imitated."

Wang Haoming's legs were a little numb when he squatted, and he looked at all the objects that were relatively close to him. What disappointed him was that there was nothing interesting, and he didn't use the aura in his eyes at all. Hao Ming can tell the difference, but you can't be so fake, otherwise others will be impatient with you.

"Young man, you said just now that you understand the rules. Isn't that a layman's word? The things on the ghost market are only seen but not talked about, and you like to buy them or not. You go well and don't give them away."

Although Wang Haoming's words were more subtle, he still annoyed the stall owner, and immediately issued an order to evict customers. Wang Haoming also knew that he had violated a taboo, so he smiled at the stall owner with some embarrassment, and stood up.

Just when Wang Haoming was about to leave, his eyes were attracted by a pile of broken porcelain in the corner of the booth.

It is said to be a pile, but in fact there are not many. It is estimated that there are thirty or forty pieces scattered in a corner of the stall. If you don't pay attention, you really can't find it.

During this period of time, Wang Haoming learned a lot from Uncle Rong, especially about porcelain.

Hearing that the collection of porcelain pieces is getting popular now, but he has never seen such a pile of broken porcelain pieces before, so he couldn't help but walk to that corner and squat down to look at them.

Although the owner of this stall spoke out to drive people away, it was only a moment of anger, there was no reason to push the business out, and he didn't make a sound at the moment.

In fact, compared with those intact antique porcelain, many people in the collection circle still think that the profit of porcelain is not high, and the prospect of value-added is not great. Wang Haoming also wants to use it as a learning material and an auxiliary tool for identification. It is only used to identify counterfeit ceramics.

"There are no good goods at street stalls, this is really true."

Wang Haoming shook his head while fiddling with the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground. He had seen seven or eight pieces. From the cross-section of the body and glaze, it could be seen that the firing process was rough. What collection value.

"Sell things like this? Huh?"

Wang Haoming picked up a broken piece of porcelain the size of a thumbnail with two fingers, and was about to laugh at the boss for being a money fan, but found that the piece of porcelain was different from what he had seen just now.

That's why Wang Haoming rubbed it with his fingers just now, and the feeling from his fingertips is very smooth, and even the broken surface doesn't feel sticky. Based on the feel, Wang Haoming thinks this should be a good piece of official porcelain.

Wang Haoming quickly brought the porcelain piece in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully. From the outside, it should be a celadon porcelain. The glazed side showed a light azure color, and the cross-section had fine texture.

It's just that this object is really small, and Wang Haoming can't tell what kind of kiln it is fired at all.

Wang Haoming glanced at the tile with the spiritual power in his eyes, and found that although there was still some faint spiritual energy inside the tile, and the color was purple.

It's just that the aura inside is already very thin, and Wang Haoming can feel that the aura is still slowly draining away. I'm afraid it won't be long before the aura sold here will completely disappear.

Putting the unremarkable little piece of porcelain in his hand on the side of the booth, Wang Haoming continued to search in the pile of broken porcelain. To his surprise, he found another piece of broken porcelain.

It is a porcelain chassis, but it should be only one-fifth of a porcelain chassis. From the color point of view, it is exactly the same as the one just now. On the chassis, Wang Haoming can vaguely see the word "Shi" on it.

(End of this chapter)