Con Luan the doorkeeper: There are ten thousand ghosts behind me

Chen Jingzhi listened to the old man's chatter, he didn't answer a word at all, these words are not nutritious, this kind of stall owner who sells goods is basically the same set of words, if you wander around here for a day, you can learn it all.

However, the things on this stall are still a bit of goods, like those copper coins and some old gadgets should be from the late Qing Dynasty or so, the time is a little close, so it is not worth a lot of money, and it is only a few thousand yuan, even if the middleman succeeds, he can't make any money.

Just when Chen Jingzhi felt that there was nothing to pick up, he saw a teapot with a broken handle in a pile of groceries, the size of a palm, and the texture looked very old, but the handle was broken.

"Uncle, how is this sold?" Chen Jingzhi reached out and picked up the broken pot, looked at it and asked casually.

The old man saw that he reached out and took something, although his expression was flat, but according to the experience of doing this business, he knew that the other party was tempted, so his eyes were a little bright and he spitted at the stars and said: "Oh, this thing? Don't look at it as a remnant, but the origin is not simple, this is dug out of the pit, if I am not wrong, it should be the boutique of the Northern Song Dynasty Zisha, and the fly in the ointment is that the pot handle is broken."

Chen Jingzhi carefully looked at the place where the broken handle was, frowned and asked: "Let's talk about the price, I'll listen to it, but I will mention to you in advance, this thing is definitely not from the Northern Song Dynasty, you are a little too outrageous, the purple sand that only existed in the Ming Zhengde period, you gave it hundreds of years in advance at once, isn't it too much of a joke? Don't bully me for not knowing how to do it"

The old man suddenly smashed his mouth, and knew that he had met an expert with eyesight, he laughed and picked out his eyes, and pondered: " You give eight hundred and fifty percent, I know that you know how to do it, I won't fool you, this price must be real"

"Two hundred, at most" Chen Jingzhi weighed a few times, looked at the old man and smiled: "Gentlemen, I can pick up this thing and take a look, you may not even touch it if you change someone, and finally get a customer, but don't miss it"

The old man bared his teeth and said with some embarrassment: "Your price is a little low, you can't do anything for two hundred yuan, you add ......"

One hundred and eighteen, no, I'll turn around and leave"

The old man sighed suddenly, and said a little hurriedly: "You are really terrible to bargain, how can you press down like this, yes, anyway, it is a remnant product left and right, you take two hundred, don't talk about it"

Chen Jingzhi put away the purple clay pot and then took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it over, the old man took the money and asked a little confused: "Little brother, I'll ask more, this pot is broken like this, what use can you use if you accept it?" Or is there any origin of this thing, I don't see it"

Chen Jingzhi said: "It's useless in your hands, it's still a little useful to me, as for the details, don't ask, I'm afraid that you will get angry if you know it"

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and vaguely realized that the other party had something to say, no one in this world will do a loss-making business, and he bought it knowing that it was a defective product, so can he have no content?

" Uncle, I also ask more, which antique store is the biggest on this Dongtai Road?".

"Diagonally opposite, Qi Baolou, a time-honored brand in Shanghai, there are also a lot of branches in other places, they not only do antiques, but also make jewelry or something"

Chen Jingzhi glanced back and found that there was a three-story antique building diagonally opposite, with a small signboard hanging on the top, which looked quite brilliant and jeweled, and the scale was indeed quite large.

"Thank you, see you when you're free" Chen Jingzhi nodded, paused after taking two steps, then turned his head to look at the old man who was setting up the stall and said: "You are not young at this age, don't do the work of digging pits and digging graves, not to mention that the yin qi in the pit is too heavy to damage your yang longevity, and future generations are also easy to be implicated by you, if not, wash your hands!"

Chen Jingzhi finished speaking and left, but the old man looked at his back with a shocked face, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"What's the show?" the old man muttered suspiciously, and his heart "thumped".

Chen Jingzhi pointed to his sentence just now, and directly pointed out the identity of the old man, saying that the line he did was called Captain Jin, which was actually a tomb robber, and about half of the things he put on the ground were dug up from a small tomb years ago.

This old man didn't expect Chen Jingzhi to cut off his identity in a few glances, if he was stabbed out, it would be enough for him to squat for a few years, if he dug out all the things he had done in the first half of his life, he could be pulled out and shot for half an hour.

The old man's eyes hesitated, and he looked at Chen Jingzhi who was walking away in surprise, and after turning his eyes a few times in a row, he quickly put away all the things on the ground, and then left Dongtai Road quickly.

Qi Baolou, Chen Jingzhi walked in, and a waiter in a suit stood at the door, and greeted him, and said politely: "Welcome, sir, do you need anything?"

Chen Jingzhi took out the purple clay pot with a broken handle and said: "Ship a shipment, you can find someone to show it, ......what price is it worth?"

Chen Jingzhi mainly relied on two points to pick up leaks, the first is to conclude completely based on experience, he has been in the palace with a group of top identification experts in the palace for more than ten years, and his eyesight is definitely very stable.

But Chen Jingzhi had a more certain method, he died just after birth, and the old man Chen Daolin simply pulled him back from Huangquan Road and sealed his three souls and seven spirits, which caused Chen Jingzhi's eyes and congenital yin and yang eyes to be too much.

There was a faint death aura on this purple clay pot, and it was obvious that it was something that came out of the tomb, so he naturally saw it at a glance.

The same is true of the old man who set up the stall, his whole body is full of yin energy, and the seal hall is even darker and a little scary, this kind of person is either an executioner in ancient times, or a person who specializes in tomb robbing, and the breath on the other party's body can't be washed off no matter how much it is washed, just like being branded.

The waiter of Qi Baolou saw that Chen Jingzhi was going to ship, so he led him to the appraisal place on the second floor, where a large antique shop like this not only sells but also receives, and is also equipped with special appraisal experts.

Chen Jingzhi put the purple clay pot on the table in a private room, and it didn't take long for a middle-aged man in his forties to come over, and he saw the broken handle on the pot at first glance, and then measured the texture a little, and said: "We don't accept this kind of residue, sorry sir"

Chen Jingzhi smiled and said softly: "Don't worry about giving me no, you take a closer look, if you can't understand it, just change to an expert who understands the pot to see ......

." The other party was stunned when he heard what he said, and picked up the purple clay pot suspiciously and looked at it carefully for a while, he still shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, I really didn't see any value in this remnant, although it seems to be a bit of an old thing"

"Then change someone, you can't!".