Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Chapter 110

The tent was only about two meters high and was pitch black with only an oil lamp lit.

A small black square table was placed one meter in front of Jiang Yuan. There were only a dozen things on the square table, and behind him sat a man covered in a black robe.

The dim lights flickered, making the atmosphere in this tent appear mysterious and strange.

But this... is just a little trick on purpose.

In fact, by influencing the emotions of the visitors, the owner of the tent will have an advantage in possible negotiations.

Jiang Yuan was not affected at all and sat down directly on a small bamboo chair left for him.

Jiang Yuan glanced from left to right and nodded with satisfaction.

The dozens of things on the table all emitted a strong light. Although it was not as good as the big pot of doucai he had just collected, it was still the most valuable stall Jiang Yuan encountered today.

Placed on the table are a Ming Dynasty Hetian jade handle carved with Xuanwu patterns, a Han Dynasty gilt Buddha statue, a calligraphy scroll, a Qing Dynasty olive stone carved bracelet... and a knife!

Jiang Yuan glanced at the knife without leaving a trace, then turned his eyes to the left and stopped at the scroll.

This scroll is about thirty centimeters long, so it doesn't look like a large-scale work.

Jiang Yuan wanted to pay attention to it, naturally, because among the many things on the table, its light intensity ranked second.

As for the first place, naturally the knife on the far right is the broken knife that Mr. Ma has been looking for.

Since it is barter, the value of the things used for exchange must be equal.

Jiang Yuan pointed at the scroll and saw the man in black robe sitting behind the table nodded.

Jiang Yuan then reached out to pick up the scroll and slowly opened it.

As the first character caught Jiang Yuan's eyes, Jiang Yuan roughly knew the origin of this calligraphy work.

This is a cursive calligraphy and painting work.

The first half is a poem called "Night Stay at Donglin Temple".

The verses are as follows:

Resting under the eastern forest, I am enjoying my leisurely journey.

The spring returns to the tiger, the stream is quiet, and the clouds cover the wild geese and the sky is light.

Every word is elegant and elegant, the writing is smooth and smooth, and overall it is sparse but not chaotic.

It just so happened that before Jiang Yuan was reborn, he also studied calligraphy a lot, and his favorite was Dong Qichang's cursive script.

The second half of the calligraphy and painting shows a temple hidden deep in a dense forest, and an old man with a fairy spirit standing in front of the temple door.

The painting is exactly the scene in the poem.

Taking another look at the final signature and seal, it turned out that it was Dong Qichang, one of the most famous calligraphers and painters in the late Ming Dynasty.

Dong Qichang was a high official in the late Ming Dynasty and a serious Jinshi.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but sigh, "Good calligraphy."

The person sitting behind the table moved his shoulders, and his voice sounded particularly dry and hoarse when he spoke.

What is certain is: this is an old man.

"When most people see this painting, they are concerned about its value. It's interesting that you are concerned about the level of calligraphy."

"I am also a layman," Jiang Yuan smiled, "I just study calligraphy myself."

"Master, what are the rules here, and how do you change them?"

The old man pointed at the table, "Of these things you see, only the calligraphy and painting by Dong Qichang in your hand and the broken knife at the end were brought by me."

"The others have already been replaced."

"The rules are simple, you bring something out and I will change it if I like it."

Jiang Yuan frowned, "I wonder if you always like calligraphy and painting, porcelain, or jade or something like that?"

Both of them were wearing masks and could not clearly see each other's expressions, but Jiang Yuan could feel that the old man was not in high spirits.

Moreover, although the old man was just sitting there, his back was straight and his whole body exuded a light yellow aura. His overall temperament was very good.

At least, among the people Jiang Yuan met after his rebirth, Li Ciqi and Ma Sanye were the only ones with this kind of temperament.

However, the ghost market does not ask about identity, this is the rule.

"Anything is fine," the old man nodded slowly, "As long as I like it."

Jiang Yuan really liked this calligraphy and painting, thought about it and said:

"I have a piece of bloodstone that is of the highest quality."

But the old man didn't react at all.

Jiang Yuan added: "I have a fine purple clay teapot made by Master Chen Mingyuan."

Seeing that the old man still didn't respond, Jiang Yuan also understood in his heart that he could say whatever he said, but in fact he had high standards.

"I have a top-quality Tianhuang frozen stone seal, but I didn't bring it with me."

This time, the old man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yuan, obviously interested.

But when Jiang Yuan said he didn't bring him over, he shook his head again.

Just by looking at each other, Jiang Yuan could clearly see the old man's eyes.

Turbid, deep, and calm, as if nothing could arouse waves in his heart, and there was a vague sense of domineering and self-confidence that was hard to describe.

Jiang Yuan sighed, he had better things, such as the Ming Xuande furnace, but they were all treasures in his collection, and their value was much higher than Dong Qichang's calligraphy and painting.

Even if Jiang Yuan liked this painting, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Don't you look at this broken sword?"

The old man suddenly said, "I think you have good taste. It would be a pity not to take a look at this knife."

Jiang Yuan's eyes were equally calm, but he was thinking quickly in his heart.

Do you want to watch it or not? What is the reaction of a normal player?

Look, I'm afraid that the old man will see that he has been paying attention to this knife for a long time.

Don't look at it, because it doesn't fit the characteristics of antique players who can't walk around after seeing a good thing.

Almost instantly, Jiang Yuan made a decision.

Then Jiang Yuan slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips had already touched the handle of the broken knife.

Jiang Yuan had been quietly observing the old man's reaction, but... he didn't react.

The old man didn't speak again until Jiang Yuan took hold of the knife.

Jiang Yuan took out a magnifying glass and flashlight from his pocket, leaned over and studied it carefully.

The cold light hidden deep in the old man's eyes dissipated instantly.

"nice one!"

Jiang Yuan looked at the old man excitedly, "It's still the same things I just mentioned, should I change them?"

The old man shook his head gently, "I won't change."

Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "This knife should be from the Qing Dynasty.

The style is very exquisite and should be a royal item."

"The only drawback is that it is imperfect, but it is still a good treasure."

"You can always pick two of the things I just mentioned!"

A cold light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes, but his tone was calm, "It seems that you really like this broken sword."

"If you exchange two pieces, you will suffer a loss."

Jiang Yuan's heart sank, he was pretending too much.

"My opinion is different from yours," Jiang Yuan smiled, "I don't believe that the value of something belonging to the royal family will not increase in value!"

"After a few years, its value will definitely double. There is no reason to lose money."

After hearing this, the old man just nodded slightly without saying much.

Jiang Yuan stood up helplessly, "Since you are so reluctant to part with it, I am destined to miss this treasure."

After saying that, Jiang Yuan slowly turned around and planned to leave.

But the old man suddenly spoke: "Change."

Jiang Yuan's body froze instantly, this... was not playing according to the routine!

What to do now?

Jiang Yuan's mind was spinning rapidly. If he left now, he would definitely be exposed!

But if you really want to replace it, this knife is in your hand, and it is a hot potato.

But Jiang Yuan had to pretend to be excited and turned around, even breathing quickly.

"Really? Okay! What do you always want from me? I'll go back and get the things. I can be back in an hour at most!"

The old man stared at Jiang Yuan for several seconds this time before nodding, "Go and get it."

Jiang Yuan turned around excitedly, opened the curtain and was about to go out.

But the old man suddenly said:

"Forget it, I won't change it."

When Jiang Yuan heard this, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Sure enough, I made the right bet.

The old man didn't dare to take risks. He didn't dare to let this knife fall into the hands of others.

What he said just now were all temptations.

Jiang Yuan suddenly turned around pretending to be unhappy, and his tone became less friendly, "Old sir, are you kidding me?"

"You just agreed to change it, and now you're going back on it, do you think I have no temper?"

Jiang Yuan pointed at the tent above his head angrily, "Since you dare to set up this tent, you should know the rules. There's no point in going back on your word!"

The old man seemed to have anticipated Jiang Yuan's reaction. He was too lazy to talk to Jiang Yuan and just tapped the table lightly.

Then he saw the curtain behind him being opened, and a man wearing a purple mask walked in.

He exudes a strong aura of violence, which can make people feel frightened even without saying a word.

Especially on his forearm with his sleeves rolled up, there is a scar more than ten centimeters long, like a terrifying centipede, which is really scary.

Jiang Yuan was immediately frightened.

"You...what do you mean? If you regret not saying anything, you are going to take action, right? Believe it or not, I will go find the 'Red Mask' to report you!"

The old man waved his hand directly, "It's up to you. If you don't leave within three seconds, you will bear the consequences."

Jiang Yuan was so angry that his chest heaved violently, his fists clenched tightly, and he had no choice but to tear open the curtain angrily and walk out.