I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 20 See also the statue of the Buddha of Infinite Life!

Covered with a layer of patent leather, it can be repaired, Zhang Yi was surprised.

But of course it can't be fixed now.

The things have not been bought yet, not to mention, there are so many people watching, and how can Zhang Yi's right hand's repair ability be easily shown to others?
"Young man, this pen holder is very good. If you want it, it will be cheaper for you."

"How many?"

"For 1 yuan, let's find a whole number, how about harmony and beauty?"

Hearing this, Uncle Chen walked over directly.

Glancing at the pen holder, he smiled.

"A pen holder painted with red paint must be made of mediocre material. How dare you sell it for ten thousand, bro, you really think we are laymen and don't know how to do it?"

"Brother, take a good look, just this carving, what a wonderful thing! Moreover, this is something from the Qing Dynasty, 1 yuan, it's a bargain!"

Uncle Chen has been in the antique industry for nearly 20 years, and he knows this kind of cliché very well.

"This carving is indeed not bad. However, this is a stationery item, and it is very particular about the material. Your thing is painted with lacquer. It must not be a famous wood. At this price, do you think you can sell it?"

After saying this, the shopkeeper had nothing to say.

I knew I had met an expert.

Of course, the shopkeeper also knows that his own things are worthless, and if he meets someone who doesn't know how to do it, he might be able to make a fortune.However, rhetoric is useless when you meet someone who knows how to do it.

"It seems that both of you are experts!"

Uncle Chen smiled, Zhang Yi understood, put down the pen holder, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, two! Although the material of my pen holder is not good, it still has some weight, and the carving is not bad. This red forest will be demolished soon, how about I make it cheaper?"

The two continued to walk out.

"You two, old items from the Qing Dynasty, 2000 yuan, how about it?"

This is a business order in the morning, and the owner really wants to make it happen.

When Uncle Chen heard the price, he still wanted to leave, but Zhang Yi stopped.

"2000 yuan, deal!"

Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment, and said to himself, Zhang Yi, why are you so impulsive?
However, Zhang Yi said everything, and he couldn't go back on his word.

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, the shop owner finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly sent the pen holder over, and took out the QR code with a smile.

After scanning the QR code to pay, the two left the store.

Wait a little further.

"Xiao Yi, I've charged 2000 yuan for this thing, so it's not making money!"

"Uncle Chen, I think this is a good omission!"

"How can such a painted pen holder be a leak? Xiaoyi, we are here to pick up leaks, but we can't see everything as a leak."

"Uncle Chen, if it's ordinary wood, of course it's not leaky. What if it's Hainan huanghuali?"

Uncle Chen was taken aback when he heard the word Haihuang.

"Joke, does Haihuang have paint?"

"Maybe, if the ancients went through troubled times, in order to hide this precious pen holder, they deliberately painted a layer of red paint?"

Hearing what Zhang Yi said, Uncle Chen thought, it seems that there is such a possibility.

He took the pen holder from Zhang Yi's hand. Indeed, the starting point was very important, and ordinary wood could not reach this level.However, it is difficult to judge that this is really a huanghuali by weight alone.

However, it is enough for Zhang Yi to know.

Waiting for a chance to repair and remove the paint, I don't know how Uncle Chen will react.

"If this pen holder is really sea yellow, and the quality is good enough, after the skin is perfectly peeled, the price might reach seven figures!"

"Collecting 2000 yuan is another big leak!"

"Xiao Yi, your luck is really against the sky!"

Zhang Yi smiled mysteriously, there was indeed an element of luck, but if it wasn't for his right hand identification, he wouldn't have been able to get it for 2000 yuan, maybe he would have missed it.

"Uncle Chen, your cooperation just now was also good, otherwise, I guess I would have won it for 1 yuan!"

"You are quite courageous, dare to pay a high price for something you are not sure about?"

Zhang Yixin said, I'm actually quite sure, but I can't say that.

"Uncle, it's your credit. When the time comes, I'll give you a commission!"

"Xiao Yi, we agreed earlier that when you come here to collect things, you count as your own. I can't take advantage of you!"

Uncle Chen knew very well what Zhang Yi said, and it was definitely not just casually. However, he also knew Zhang Yi's current predicament, so he would never accept Zhang Yi's commission no matter what.

"Uncle Chen..."

"Okay, mother-in-law. You, Uncle Chen, and I are not short of money!"

Zhang Yi knew that what he said was not harsh, it was the truth, so he nodded.

Although Uncle Chen and Zhang Yi are ten years apart in age, in Zhang Yi's heart, he is already his best friend.Before I was a friend, if I continued to babble like that, I would feel a little out of touch.

"Then I invite Uncle Chen to dinner!"

"Well, I've made a note of this meal. If it's a big leak, I won't be polite, and I will definitely kill you!"

Uncle Chen talked and laughed, and put his arms around Zhang Yi's shoulders.

Put away the huanghuali pen holder and put it in the car.

Afterwards, Zhang Yi and Uncle Chen each went to find something.

After all, this Honglin flea market is too big, and it is impossible for the two of them to visit all the shops in one day at the same time.

Because news of the demolition spread.

In addition to those antique shops, there are many street stalls everywhere in the streets and alleys.It is estimated that everyone wants to take advantage of this gimmick of demolition to make a fortune.

In fact, Zhang Yi has always felt that there is a higher chance of picking things up at a street stall outside than in an antique shop.

In antique shops, real things are often very expensive, even if they are demolished, it is certainly impossible to reduce the price of these things.

As for the huanghuali pen holder that Zhang Yi received just now, it can only be said that he happened to be lucky, and such opportunities are rare.

Therefore, Zhang Yi decided to abandon the antique shop directly and focus on street stalls.

There are more things on the stalls than antique shops.

There are also many old things, but some worthless small items are the main ones.

Walking along the way, there is almost nothing that catches the eye.However, after passing the street in front and turning right, it is a relatively deserted area.

In front of that side, because it is a dead end, there is not much traffic, and generally no one will set up a stall there.

However, when Zhang Yi passed by, he found an old man sitting on a concrete pier, smoking a pipe and looking around.

There were very few people passing by, and basically they would not take a second look at his booth.

And there were very few things on his stall.

There are only a dozen pieces in total.

The more this happened, the more Zhang Yi's interest was aroused. He walked over and squatted down in front of the booth.The most attractive thing about the old man's booth is a statue of Buddha.

Zhang Yi still knew a little about Buddha statues. After all, his father Zhang Guoshan had studied this before, and he was also fascinated by it.

He knew it just by looking at it.

This Buddha statue is a statue of the Buddha of Infinite Life.

Seeing it, Zhang Yi immediately thought of the scene that happened in Zhang's villa a few days ago.The one given by Zhang Jinlong is the Buddha of Infinite Life.

Of course, this kind of statue is extremely sought after in the market, so there are also many fakes.Zhang Yi didn't have much hope, but simply took a look.

However, the more I look at it, the more I feel that this thing seems to be right.

Whether it is the open face of the Buddha statue or the ripe and old patina, there is a sense of historical inheritance.

Is it true?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yi decisively used the identification ability of his right hand.

(End of this chapter)