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It was still early when we left the museum, and several people were discussing where to spend the rest of their time. When they saw an honest-looking middle-aged man coming to the crowd, he asked in a low voice: "Are you interested in antiques?"

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Zhang Taiping and others looked at each other and said, "No."

"I have preserved this at home, and its origin is absolutely legitimate. It's just that the price given by the museum is too low, so I want to sell it to someone who knows the goods for a better price." The middle-aged man continued to promote his own things.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Taiping immediately judged that this thing was definitely not kept by his family. There was no guarantee of its provenance or authenticity. He didn't know how many antiques he had saved at home that he had sold here. Shake

The four of them shook their heads and prepared to call a car to leave.

Seeing a few people preparing to leave, the middle-aged man took a few steps forward and said, "My stuff is authentically dug out, and it's much more reliable than the stuff in the antique market." The middle-aged man emphasized the word "dig".

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Zhang Taiping, who was about to leave, stopped when he heard the middle-aged man say this. Zhang Taiping stopped, and the other three people also stopped. What Zhang Taiping was interested in was not what the middle-aged man said was "digged".

, but I am interested in the antique market he mentioned. Now I am wondering where to go, finding an antique market is also a good choice.

"Oh, is there an antique market near here?" Zhang Taiping stopped and turned around and asked.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed. Although he was a little disappointed, he still put on a smile and said, "Do you want to go to the antique market? It's not far away. I'll take you there." He said, leading the way.

Four people followed behind him. The middle-aged man had not given up on selling the antiques he had "digged": "Actually, there are not many good and real things in that kind of antique market. Most of them are high imitations, and some are even inferior.

Textiles look fancy but have little value. The antiques I have here are all dug out of the ground. At least they are guaranteed to be authentic. Are you interested in taking a look?"

Zhang Taiping smiled and said nothing.

No matter where it is, as long as there is historical heritage, there will be this kind of market, which can be regarded as another form of cultural development. The middle-aged man led Zhang Taiping and the four of them to a remote neighborhood. Although the street was remote, there were many

But it is not deserted, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is bustling with people. If it were placed elsewhere, it would be a place like the City God Temple.

There are stalls on both sides of the street, and there are a dazzling array of things on them. Regardless of whether they are real or fake, every item has a sense of history and ancient vicissitudes. The middle-aged man disappeared after leading the four people to the street.

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Zhang Taiping didn't have any thoughts about Taobao, he just looked around. Kong Fei knew that he didn't have the ability to distinguish between true and false, so he had no intention of buying. However, Yang Wanli and Zhang Qianlong were more interested in the things here.

Stop and look at the items on the stall.

After a while, Yang Wanli fell in love with a blue and white porcelain plate. The pattern on it was indeed exquisite, and the price was not too expensive, only three thousand yuan. Yang Wanli was interested in Taobao, and asked Zhang Taiping and Zhang Qianlong to help with the plate.

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Zhang Taiping couldn't hold it back anymore. He was like a newbie and didn't have any knowledge about antiques. He could appreciate such crude imitations. He also wanted to go shopping for treasures. It looked like he was using banknotes to make money. Zhang Taiping pointed at the plate.

The paint-red seal on the bottom says: "Breathe on it and see if you can wipe off the red."

Yang Wanli followed Zhang Taiping's words and wiped it hard with his fingers. Sure enough, a faint red color could be wiped off on his fingers. He immediately broke into a sweat. Isn't this big brother too lazy? Can he fake it like this?

What's even more outrageous is that he was actually planning to grab a handful, and his face turned a little red, a little embarrassed.

Zhang Qianlong took the plate and said: "Blue and white porcelain? Although I don't know much about antiques, I also know that the highest auction price for a top-quality blue and white porcelain in 2009 was 200 million. Based on this calculation, no matter how bad the blue and white porcelain is, it is indispensable for any home."

Hundreds of thousands or three thousand yuan, well, it’s really not flattering.”

After hearing this, Yang Wanli became even more ashamed. If he still wants to Taobao like this, he will only get ripped off.

"Boss, you don't do this to trick people, do you?" Yang Wanli showed the boss the red color on his hand, dumbfounded.

When the owner of the stall saw that he had been discovered, he took the plate without changing his expression and said: "You took it wrong, this is not the blue and white porcelain, this is not worth three thousand, fifty yuan is enough, how about it, do you want it?"

Zhang Taiping and the other three couldn't laugh or cry, and Kong Fei, who had been silent next to him, was not amused either. This boss must be too calm, and he is so thick-skinned that the price of three thousand yuan can be directly reduced to fifty yuan, which is really amazing.

"Do you want it? This small plate can also be paired with it." The stall owner said as he picked up a smaller plate.

"Uh, no, let's go somewhere else." Yang Wanli couldn't resist anymore. This stall owner was too powerful and he had a tendency to run away.

Not every stall owner is as weird as that stall owner. The next thing they saw, Zhang Taiping, Yang Wanli, and Kong Fei couldn't tell whether it was real or imitation. Even Zhang Qianlong, who knew a little bit, had a lot of them.

There was no loophole at all, but the more it was like this, no one dared to take action. Anyway, Yang Wanli was frightened, and no matter how real things he encountered, he stopped taking action. He was concerned about his own vision.

And the level is completely despairing.

There were not only those selling antique calligraphy and paintings, but also some strange things. Zhang Taiping saw a stall selling wood carvings, but the stall owner was an old man who looked to be in his sixties.

Seeing this, Zhang Qianlong stopped in his heart. He squatted next to the stall and picked up the beautifully carved wood carvings and root carvings to observe them carefully.

"Brother Zhang is also a master of wood carving." Yang Wanli said when he saw that Zhang Qianlong was interested in these wood carvings.

Zhang Qianlong was a little surprised, turned around and asked: "Brother Zhang also researched this?"

"I know a little bit." Zhang Taiping did not exaggerate.

The old man who was waving his carving knife looked up at Zhang Taiping and continued to lower his head to do his own work. Kong Fei behind Zhang Taiping was also a little surprised. He just knew that Zhang Taiping had some unique skills in raising birds, but he didn't expect that he also had some research on wood carving.

, it’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

The answer Zhang Qianlong wanted was definitely not available from Zhang Taiping, so he continued to observe the old man's wood carvings.

After a while, the old man stopped what he was doing, and what he showed in front of everyone was a vivid Xiao Xi looking left and right.

Several people, including Zhang Taiping, were a little surprised. In such a short time, they could carve out such an expressive little Xilai. The effort was evident. Zhang Taiping compared this effort with his own. In terms of carving, he was on the same level as him.

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When Xiao Xi saw herself, she flew from Zhang Taiping's shoulder to the wood carving on the stall, circling around the wood carving, still shouting happily.

When Kong Fei saw that he liked it, he bought the sculpture of Xiao Xi for fifty yuan.

Zhang Qianlong waited for the old man to stop and then asked: "How can the old man set up a stall on the street if his carving skills are so superb?"

The old man glanced at Zhang Qianlong and said: "We are at home all over the world. We just make a living, where would we be if we weren't on the streets?"

Zhang Qianlong was slightly stunned and said, "I wonder if the old man can carve jade or something like that?"

"Are you interested in this?" As he spoke, the old man took out a warm yellow jade fire-walking unicorn from the package behind him. The topaz protruding from the unicorn's body was like a ball of flames burning on its body. Although the fire unicorn only exists in mythology.

No one knows what the mythical beast in the sculpture looks like, but after seeing this carving, they all feel that a unicorn looks like this.

"Is this carved by an old man?" Zhang Qianlong was a little excited.

"Yeah." The old man looked a little unhappy at Zhang Qianlong's question.

"It's the younger generation who is being rude. I wonder if the old man is interested in carving jade and jade products in a specialized jewelry and jade shop?" Zhang Qianlong asked with some earnestness. Zhang Qianlong himself opened a jewelry store, mainly selling jade and jade.

Such engraving pendants, but it is really hard to find a good engraving master these days. There were two engraving masters in his shop, but one of them was poached by a large jewelry store in Guangzhou at a high price.

Now, the shop is in urgent need of carving masters. So when he saw such an old man with superb carving skills, he felt a little anxious.

"I'm used to being idle, I can't stand being restrained anymore." The old man refused without thinking, and put away the fire unicorn that he had just taken out for everyone to see.

Zhang Qianlong was greatly disappointed, but he still refused to give up: "If the old man comes over, the salary is easy to negotiate. It is definitely much better than the old man setting up a stall here."

The old man didn't speak anymore. Zhang Qianlong didn't know what to say. This was his attitude. He had no choice but to prepare to leave with first excitement and then disappointment. At this moment, a sixty-seven man ran over from the side.

year old boy.

"Grandpa, I've finished buying. Look, this is the money from the sale." He said and handed a handful of money in his hand to the old man.

Zhang Taiping suddenly stopped and asked, "Old man, is this your grandson?" Several other people also stopped and turned around to see what Zhang Taiping wanted to do.

The old man dotingly touched the little boy's shaved pot head, looked up at Zhang Taiping doubtfully and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"