The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

On weekends, Yang Dongxu took his three children to go shopping. He didn't go shopping in the big shopping malls, nor did he take them to eat in the western restaurant of the big hotel.

Instead, he plunged headlong into the antique market of small stalls and hawkers. Wei Fei followed with his son Wei Heng, and Wu Aibing joined in the fun.

"Have you started playing this recently?" Yang Dongxu hugged his daughter Tangtang, while Xiao Wenwu was led by two big brothers.

Each of the three children walked around with a noodle man in their hands and was curious about everything. Obviously, this kind of place is not often visited, and there are all kinds of old antiques in strange shapes and everything.

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

"A piece of 3,000 cash in cash." The stall owner said with a look of indifference, without the enthusiasm of a shopping boss at all.

Don't blame people for putting on airs, you have to stretch your strength in the antique business, the more you answer and ignore, the more customers come forward, the deeper the knife can stab people.

Otherwise, what you are selling is obviously an antique, and you still have a smiling face to welcome customers and flatter you. But the customer's first thought is that what this person sells must be a fake, how can the price be bought?

"Didn't this thing only cost two thousand three last month?" Wei Fei raised his eyebrows.

"The market has risen again. Seeing that you know the price, let me tell you the truth. During this period of time, the price of monkey tickets has skyrocketed. If you sell it to you for three thousand, it is already a low price. If you don't believe me, take a look. You can come to this price tomorrow." Definitely can't take it." The stall owner said.

"I don't have so much cash on me." Wei Fei wanted to take down all three monkey tickets in front of him, but there really isn't any customer of Shenshuang with tens of thousands of cash in his pocket these days.

Credit cards are very popular now, and anyone who encounters a large transaction is swiped. So now to see if a person is rich, not by the thickness of how much money is in his wallet, but by how many bank cards are in his wallet.

Especially the bank's gold card, black card, etc., a credit card that can be lowered by a lot.

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

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

He bumped Wei Fei who wanted to get his wallet card with his shoulder.

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

The stall owner gave Yang Dongxu a displeased look, but seeing that the other party was tall and big, and moved a few people away to be friends, if he choked with Yang Dongxu, the business would definitely be bad, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

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

Hearing the other party's scene, several big men swayed away.

"Is the monkey ticket wrong?" After walking a few steps away from the booth, Wei Fei couldn't help asking, and Wu Sheng, who was walking beside him, also pricked up his ears.

As a man, he is obsessed with fishing, collecting antiques and so on, and he doesn't like it too much. Wei Fei didn't think about collecting antiques and waiting for him to appreciate them, but he just wanted to buy them.

"The three are all fake. Don't feel that things look old, just feel that they are old. The yellowing may also be caused by a small fire. Besides, things like stamps are really well protected and sealed, and they are actually similar to new ones when taken out. , not necessarily that old.

The ones that are yellowed and look old are the kind that have been pasted on envelopes and then cut out for collection. It feels like those three photos have been around for so long, but they haven’t been used, and they don’t look right at first sight. Didn’t you collect these? You don’t even have a little common sense? "

"There are also those that haven't been used and are not well preserved, don't they turn yellow?" Wei Fei retorted a little unconvinced.

However, after the rebuttal, he felt that it was pointless to save face in front of Yang Dongxu, and then he smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I just started to make some small collections recently, and I don't understand many things very well.

The main thing is to collect it to see how you feel. Anyway, it’s not bad for the money. If you buy the wrong one, you will be depressed, and you will be unhappy for a while. If you buy the right one and make a profit, your mood will be different. "

What Wei Fei said is obviously the truth. He just looks bored and wants to find some small hobbies. Hobbies are naturally tasteful when there is bitterness and sweetness. He is not afraid of spending money on eyeballs, so more experience is naturally the right one. Happy to buy.

Just buy the right one, and the number of times you buy and make money is not very high, and I feel a little depressed when I always make eye contact.

"Why don't we go shopping in the store and give you palm eyes?" Wei Fei couldn't help but said.

Yang Dongxu is a big collector, and he is well-known in the circle, but he is very low-key and has a low sense of presence. When he and Yang Dongxu couldn't see each other quite a few years ago, this one had been collecting antiques in Sijiu City for many years with a cart.

"Is it really so easy to catch leaks? To be honest, you can only go to remote rural areas where there is no electricity, or simply go abroad to fool those foreigners who don't understand the quintessence of China.

If you want to pick up leaks in China, especially in this kind of antique market that specializes in selling old things and all kinds of scammers are experts, you might as well buy a lottery ticket and hope to win the first prize tomorrow. "

"You're not right. Although I haven't been in this industry for a long time, I saw with my own eyes a master picking up a very unremarkable brush washer in a small booth.

Everyone felt that the things they took were fake, because they were so new that they didn't look like old porcelain at all, but no expert had figured out the way, and he was unwilling to sell them at a profit of hundreds of times. "This time Wei Fei was really unconvinced.

In fact, he doesn't care about the hundreds of times the profit, what he mainly wants to feel is the emotional stimulation. That is to say, the kind of people who have nothing to do to find some small adjustments for their lives.

"You also said that he is both a master and an expert. If you can see a case of leak detection, you have caught up. It doesn't mean that this happens every day.

All over the country, as long as there are larger cities, there are antique streets, right? Antique shops are endless, right? Have you heard that the master picks up leaks every day?

An expert in antiques spends 365 days a year on the antique street, and being able to pick one up once a year is considered unlucky.

The leaks you have heard about are collected by antique experts all over the country. Each person picks up leaks once a year or even every few years. After putting them together, it feels that the number of leaks is quite large, as if it is easy to pick up leaks.

The fact is, a person has been playing with antiques all his life, and there are not many people who have missed a chance to pick them up. On the contrary, there are a lot of people who are fooled every day. Almost all people who play antiques have paid tuition fees.

Besides, what are the good collections of monkey tickets? If you like it, I will give you a copy some other day. "

"One version?" Wei Fei stared at Yanjing. Although he had just started playing this game, he knew how rare a full version of monkey tickets was.

"One page, one full page, complete, new and unused." Yang Dongxu nodded affirmatively.

"Do you have a lot of monkey tickets?"

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

Wei Fei opened his mouth, and the next moment his face collapsed, "I suddenly feel that I don't want to collect stamps anymore."

Things that I thought were rare and interesting turned out to be piled up everywhere like Chinese cabbage.

"It's so awesome, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to find it?"

Wei Fei had a gloomy expression on his face, and a tourist next to him, who was also shopping in the Antique Street, obviously couldn't bear what Yang Dongxu said just now.