My Side Job is a Trader

Seeing the straightforwardness of the stall owner, Zhang Xin was a little skeptical about life.

Is the water so deep in the antique business? The asking price is 8,000 yuan, and the deal can be done with 100 yuan. If you meet that kind of fool who doesn't want money and doesn't bargain, wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money?

After Zhang Xin took out his mobile phone to transfer money to the other party, he picked up the inkstone on the ground and left without looking back.

Both parties were happy in their hearts. Zhang Xin felt that he might have missed it today, and the stall owner also felt that he finally disposed of another piece of garbage today.

Following the road signs, Zhang Xin finally saw the legendary Panjiayuan Antique Street.

There are quaint shops on both sides of a street.

Moreover, the names of these shops are surprisingly uniform, the smaller ones are called XX Zhai, and the larger ones are called XX Pavilion.

Zhang Xin casually walked into a store called Jubao Pavilion. As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Xin could feel a little difference.

Zhang Xin looked around and found nothing unusual, only a few wooden shelves were placed in the store, and some porcelain or jade were placed on the shelves.

Zhang Xin habitually closed his eyes and activated his celestial eyes to observe, but when he opened his celestial eyes, he found that he seemed to be in an aura, and the source of the aura turned out to be the three-legged golden toad on the desk in the middle of the main room.

Zhang Xin opened his eyes, glanced at the statue of the three-legged golden toad, and pondered in his heart: "Could it be something like a Fengshui town object? Otherwise, how can we explain the magnetic field seen by the sky eye?"

Zhang Xin suddenly realized that his understanding of the world was so one-sided. It didn't matter if he was meditating before, after all, he had heard that some Taoist priests did have some supernatural powers.

However, Fengshui has always been classified as a feudal superstition by everyone, so Zhang Xin never even heard of it, not to mention contacting him since he was a child. As a result, he actually saw Fengshui town objects, not only that, but also Experience the mystery of Feng Shui firsthand.

Zhang Xin stood there for a long time without moving, and soon attracted the attention of the clerk in the store. The clerk came over and asked, "Sir, welcome, may I help you?"

Only then did Zhang Xin turn his attention away from the three-legged golden toad, and said, "Go ahead and leave me alone, I'll just take a look."

When the man heard this, he ignored him and just cleaned the antiques on the shelf.

Zhang Xin walked up to a jade pot spring vase with a blue and white phoenix wearing a pattern and carefully observed it, then asked the waiter if he could touch it with his hands. After getting an affirmative answer, Zhang Xin carefully stroked the pattern on the surface of the vase.

Then he closed his eyes, and found that the surface of the vase in front of him was indeed covered with a thick halo.

After the verification of so many antiques, Zhang Xin called this kind of halo Baoguang. Only antiques that have reached a certain age will have Baoguang on the surface, and the longer the age, the thicker the Baoguang.

Zhang Xin looked at more than a dozen antiques in a row. If the Baoguang was thicker, he would look at it for a while; if the Baoguang was weaker, he would only stay for a while before looking at the next one.

Zhang Xin's actions caught the attention of a person who had just entered through the back door, and he silently watched Zhang Xin observe the antiques one by one.

After Zhang Xin looked at all the items on the four shelves, the man said, "Your friend is also an insider? I think you have a good eye!"

Zhang Xin looked at this person, and saw that this person was dressed in a Tang suit, with silver hair and a silver beard, and looked energetic.

Out of politeness, Zhang Xin hurriedly said hello: "Hello, old man, I'm not an insider. I just came in to have a look and open my eyes. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

The old man shook his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. In our line of business, basically we don't open for three years, and open for three years. Most of the people who come to the store are eye-openers, and there are very few people who buy."

Zhang Xin has heard a little about the antique industry.

Zhang Xin looked around the store, then pointed to the three-legged golden toad on the desk, and asked, "Mr., according to my guess, the most valuable one in the store should be this three-legged golden toad, right?"

The old man froze for a moment, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "How did you find out, little friend? You must know that if you take out any item on these shelves, it can sell for at least hundreds of thousands or even hundreds of thousands." Wan, and that three-legged golden toad is just a decoration."

Zhang Xin said: "I trust my intuition, and my intuition has always been relatively accurate."

The old man laughed and did not deny it.

"Is this a Fengshui town object?"

What Zhang Xin said next surprised the old man, because even if most people saw the three-legged golden toad, they would only think it was a decoration, and it was put here for auspiciousness. A feng shui town object.

The old man exclaimed: "Little friend looks different from ordinary young people. Do you also believe in Feng Shui?"

Zhang Xin didn't hide anything, and said directly: "I can feel that there is a little difference in the store, and I feel very comfortable in the store."

The old man nodded, because good feng shui can cultivate one's self-cultivation and have a good influence on people who have lived in the feng shui bureau for a long time.

At this moment, the old man saw the inkstone in Zhang Xin's hand, his eyes lit up, and said, "Little friend, can you show me the inkstone in your hand?"

Zhang Xin didn't think too much, and directly wanted to hand over the inkstone to him.

But the old man didn't reach out to pick it up, and said: "Okay, I finally know that you are indeed a rookie who has just entered the industry. Only rookies don't even know the most basic rules."

Zhang Xin recalled that if there are many people in the booth outside who are interested in an item, they will often wait for the person in front to play with it and place it on the ground smoothly, so that the next person will start tasting it.

So Zhang Xin said sorry, then put the inkstone on the desk, and the old man picked it up and looked at it.

After observing for ten minutes, the old man said: "Xiaoyou, is this inkstone for sale? We can buy it at the market price in our shop."

Zhang Xin said: "You can call me Zhang Xin. As for this inkstone, of course I will sell it, because I am not just a collector at all."

The old man said: "My name is Zhao Qianjun. My friend wants to go upstairs with me. Let's have a good talk about this inkstone. It would be even better if my friend can part with you."

As he said that, Zhao Qianjun ordered his assistant: "I need to go upstairs to discuss business with the distinguished guests, so please watch next."

After speaking, he took Zhang Xin to the second floor.

Zhao Qianjun took the initiative to make tea, and Zhang Xin watched him perform the tea ceremony, which looked pleasing to the eye.

After pouring Zhang Xin a cup, Zhao Qianjun picked up the inkstone that Zhang Xin put on the tea table again, put on reading glasses, held a magnifying glass in his hand, and carefully observed every detail of the inkstone.

A few minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm sure I'm not mistaken, this thing is very valuable, even more expensive than most of my things here."

Zhang Xin asked puzzledly, "Can you tell me why?"