Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

On weekends, Yang Dongxu took his three children shopping. They didn't go to famous brand stores in big shopping malls, nor did they take them to eat at the western restaurants of big hotels.

Instead, he plunged into the antique market filled with stalls and hawkers. Wei Fei followed him with his son Wei Heng, and Wu Aibing, who was joining in the fun.

"Have you started playing this recently?" Yang Dongxu held his daughter Tangtang, while little Wenwu was held by his two elder brothers.

The three children each walked around with a face mask in their hands and looked around curiously. Obviously they don't come to places like this very often. There were all kinds of old antiques and strange shapes.

"Look for some little hobbies when you have nothing to do." Wei Fei put down the stamps in his hand and said, "How can I sell this?"

"A piece of cash is 3,000 in cash." The stall owner said with a nonchalant look, without the enthusiasm of the owner for buying anything.

Don't blame others for putting on airs. When doing antique business, you have to be very nervous. The more you ignore me and the more customers move forward, the deeper the knife can penetrate.

Otherwise, what you are selling is obviously an antique, and you greet customers with a smile and a flattering look. But the customer's first thought is that the things this person is selling must be fakes. How can you buy them at a high price?

"Isn't this thing only worth 2,300 yuan last month?" Wei Fei raised his eyebrows.

"The market has gone up again. I see you understand the price. Let me tell you the truth. The price of monkey tickets has skyrocketed during this period. If I sell it to you for three thousand, it is already a low price. If you don't believe me, take a look. Come and see the price tomorrow."

I definitely can’t take it,” the stall owner said.

"I don't have that much cash on me." Wei Fei wanted to take all three monkey tickets in front of him, but these days there are really no customers with thousands of cash in their pockets.

Credit cards are very popular nowadays. When making large transactions, you always swipe your card. So now to see if a person is rich, you don’t look at how much money is in his wallet, but how many bank cards he has in his wallet.

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Especially the bank's gold card, black card, etc., a credit card that can save a lot of money.

"Why don't you swipe your card? I have a POSS machine here." Seeing that Wei Fei really wanted to buy it, the stall owner immediately became enthusiastic.

"Let's take another look and ask about the prices at other stalls. If yours is the lowest, we'll buy again." Yang Dongxu said.

He bumped Wei Fei with his shoulder, who was trying to get his wallet to cover his cards.

"That's right, let's ask about the prices at other stalls." Wei Fei nodded.

The stall owner glanced at Yang Dongxu a little unhappily, but seeing that the other person was tall and tall, and that they were friends if they moved away and walked together, the business would definitely be ruined if they got into trouble with Yang Dongxu, so he didn't dare to say anything.

"Then you go and have a look at other stalls. Let me tell you that my three monkey tickets are not the only ones on this street, but the prices are definitely the most affordable. If you don't believe me, go and ask."

After hearing the other party's talk, several grown men wandered away.

"Is the monkey ticket wrong?" Wei Fei couldn't help but ask after walking a few steps away from the stall. Wu Sheng, who was walking next to him, also pricked up his ears.

As a man, he is obsessed with fishing, collecting antiques, etc., but he doesn't like them too much. With Wei Fei's worth, he doesn't want to collect antiques for him to appreciate in value, but he just wants to buy them.

"Three of them are all fake. Don't just think that something has aged just because it looks old. The yellowing may be caused by simmering it over low heat. Besides, stamps are really well protected and sealed. They actually look like new ones when you take them out.

, not necessarily that old.

The ones that are yellowed and look old are the ones that were pasted on envelopes, used, and then cut out for collection. Those three pictures feel so old, but they are unused, and something doesn’t look right at first glance. Aren’t you collecting these?

, you don’t have this little common sense?”

"There are also those that are not very good and turn yellow when not used, right?" Wei Fei retorted a little unconvinced.

However, after retorting, I felt that there was no point in trying to save face in front of Yang Dongxu, and then he smiled a little sheepishly and said, "I just started to make a small collection recently, and I don't understand many things very well.

The main reason for collecting depends on my mood. Anyway, if I buy the wrong thing, I will feel depressed and unhappy for a while. If I buy the right thing and make a profit, my mood will be different."

What Wei Fei said is obviously the truth. He just seems bored and wants to find some small hobbies. Hobbies naturally have a bitter and sweet taste, and he is not afraid of spending money, so more experience is naturally the right thing to buy.

Happy to buy and earn.

Even if I buy right, I don’t make a lot of money from buying, so I always get blindsided, which makes me feel a bit depressed.

"How about we go shopping in the store and you give me a look?" Wei Fei couldn't help but said.

Yang Dongxu is a big collector. He is well-known in the circle, but he is very low-key and has a low sense of presence. Years ago, when he and Yang Dongxu couldn't stand each other, this man was pulling a cart to collect goods in Sijiu City.

Antique for many years.

"Is it really that easy to pick up the slack? To be honest, now you have to go to remote rural areas with no electricity, or simply go abroad to fool foreigners who don't understand the quintessence of Chinese culture.

If you want to pick up leaks in China, especially in this kind of antique market that specializes in selling old things and is an expert in all kinds of scams, you might as well buy lottery tickets and hope to win the jackpot tomorrow."

"What you are saying is wrong. Although I have entered this industry not long ago, I saw with my own eyes a master picking up a very inconspicuous brush washer in a small stall.

Everyone felt that the items were fake because they were too new and did not look like old porcelain at all, but none of the experts saw the trick, and he was unwilling to sell it for hundreds of times the profit. "This time.

Wei Fei was really unconvinced.

In fact, he doesn't care about the hundreds of times profit. What he mainly wants to feel is the emotional stimulation. That is, the kind of person who is too idle to find some small adjustments to his life.

"As you said, I am both a master and an expert. If you see a case of leakage, it is because you have caught up. It does not mean that this happens every day.

There are antique streets in all the bigger cities across the country, right? There are countless antique shops, right? Have you heard of that master who picks up things every day?

An antique expert spends 365 days a year on the antique street. If he can pick it up once a year, he is lucky.

The leaks you heard about are collected by antique experts from all over the country. Each person picks up leaks once a year or even several years. When you listen to them together, you feel that the number of leaks is quite large, and it seems that picking up leaks is very easy.

The fact is that after a person has been playing with antiques for a lifetime, there are not many people who will miss a chance. Instead, there are a lot of people who are fooled every day. Almost all people who play antiques have paid tuition.

Besides, what is there to collect about Monkey Ticket? If you like it, I will give you a copy another day."

"One edition?" Wei Fei stared at Yan Jing. Although he had just started playing this game, he knew the rarity of the entire edition of monkey tickets.

"One edition, a whole edition, complete, new and unused." Yang Dongxu nodded affirmatively.

"You have a lot of monkey tickets?"

"It's not much, it's just as high as one person piled in the corner. I haven't counted the exact number," Yang Dongxu said casually.

Wei Fei opened his mouth, but his face fell down the next moment, "I suddenly feel like I don't want to collect stamps anymore."

Things that I feel are rare and interesting turn out to be piled up everywhere like cabbage. This is what happened...

"You're so awesome, why don't you worry that your awesomeness will be blown away and you won't be able to find it?"

Wei Fei looked depressed, and a tourist who was also shopping in the antique street next to him obviously couldn't bear what Yang Dongxu said just now.