Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

In the mid-Qing Dynasty, it was imitated from the Ming Dynasty Chenghua Doucai. It was in pretty good condition, at least it looked bright and pretty on the surface. Yan Yangyang spent two thousand to pick up a small leak.

The shaved head's eyes were full of envy. Look at him, he was only in his teens. Making money was as easy as drinking water. He could pick up a lot of money just walking around. Of course, she was lucky, so why did she have such an awesome master?

"Miss Yangyang, let me carry the plate."

The three of them continued walking forward, and when they were about seven or eight meters away, Yangyang stopped again, then squatted down and picked up a wooden sculpture on the stall. The surface color of the wood carving is slightly dark yellow, the tree texture is clear, and there is a thick layer of patina. The carving is the image of Guanyin of the South China Sea. There is also a water purification bottle in the hand, with a weeping willow inserted in the bottle. The overall image The carvings are full and the clothing lines are delicate and soft.

"Little girl, do you like this wooden sculpture of Guanyin Bodhisattva?" The stall owner is a man in his twenties, dressed in colorful clothes and looking cool. He kept looking at Yangyang's figure with his eyes, shaved his head and stood next to her, glaring at the boss coldly.

The stall owner's eyes met the shaved head, and he immediately looked away in fear. This beautiful girl actually had a bodyguard by her side, which seemed to have some background.

"Boss, how much does this cost?"

"This is an heirloom of our family. It has been passed down from my great-great-grandfather's generation. If it hadn't been for a sudden change in the family, I would not have taken out the heirloom and sold it. This is a work carved by a master in Guangdi during the Republic of China. I don't think so. I'm asking you for a blind price, just give me thirty-three thousand."

Yan Yangyang didn't give him a good look at all, and said lightly: "Can you say something humane?"

The boss was scolded by her and didn't know how to answer the question.

"The price is three hundred and thirty. If it can be sold, I will take it away. If it cannot be sold, I will leave empty-handed. You dare to ask for thirty-three thousand, and you don't know who gave you the courage."

"Little girl, why are you so angry? If you think the price is high, you can negotiate it carefully. You can't accuse me of talking nonsense."

"I can't afford thirty-three thousand yuan." Yan Yangyang remained calm, then pointed to a wooden sculpture next to him and asked, "How much does this cost? Forget it, don't pay more than a thousand yuan."

The young boss was stunned for a moment. This little girl was so talkative that he couldn't answer the question.

"Little girl, that wood carving is really not that expensive. If you like it, you can take it away with you."

"I like six hundred and six Dashun, six hundred and six, I'll take it away."

Yan Yangyang made a decisive counteroffer, a posture that no one could refuse.

"I'm at a huge loss. I haven't made any money and I still have to pay for it..."

Before the boss finished speaking, Yan Yangyang had already stood up and was about to leave.

"Okay, okay, six hundred and six is ​​six hundred and six, I'll just go in and go out equally, and I'll just give you a hard fee."

Li Mo took out seven red tickets from his bag and handed them over: "Change."

"Brother, who needs to bring change when they go out now? Why don't you just pay with your mobile phone." The stall owner said in embarrassment.

"There's no need to look for it if it's forty. Can you give me that one?"

Li Mo pointed to a cubic black iron block in the upper right corner of the stall used to hold down the moisture-proof cloth.

Yangyang immediately looked over, was there something mysterious about that cube of iron? But it looks like a black piece of iron, nothing unusual about it.

"Okay, this piece of iron belongs to you, and I won't change it."

The boss didn't hesitate at all. He stretched out his hand and handed the iron block pressing the cloth to Li Mo.

Both parties were delighted.

Li Mo tried the iron block. It wasn't heavy. He didn't know how much time it had gone through. The surface must have been rusty long ago and was polished later. Then it was thrown away again in a corner without anyone taking care of it, and finally appeared on this stall to be used to press moisture-proof cloth.

The iron block is just scrap metal and worthless, but the iron block is hollow and there is a valuable treasure hidden inside. If Li Mo hadn't been bored just now and scanned it casually with his special eyes, he would have missed such a valuable treasure.

As for the treasure hidden in the iron block, it is not convenient to open it here. Moreover, to open this iron box without destroying the treasure inside, some special tools are needed.

"Master, do you have any explanation for this?"

Yan Yangyang looked at Li Mo with big eyes. The master must have taken action and it must not be a mortal thing. There must be a hidden secret that she didn't see.

"I'll tell you tonight."

Yang Yang hummed, handed the wood carving in his hand to Li Mo and said, "Master, look at this."

Li Mo took it and looked at it with a smile: "Are you unsure of what material this is?"

"I just suspect it's Yinchen wood, but I'm not sure. The main reason I'm not getting started is because I'm afraid that if this is really a descending tiger wood carving made of Yinchen wood, once I get my hands on it, the wretched boss will ask for a lot of money."

"Your eyesight is quite sharp now. This tiger carving feels heavy when you touch it. It is obviously not made of wood or resin. Look at it against the sun. It has the texture of wood and stone. This is the carving of gloomy wood. Although the descending tiger is not that big in size, with today’s market value, this palm-sized gloomy wood carving can be sold for hundreds of thousands.”

Yan Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief this time, and the smile on his face became more confident.

Li Mo stuffed the gloomy wooden tiger sculpture into his backpack and continued walking with his apprentice. There are more and more tourists here, and there are people choosing and asking prices in front of almost every stall.

Then there was no such good luck. The three of them walked to the end of the alley and never stopped. Of course, that was just because Yan Yangyang didn't discover it, and Li Mo discovered three more items in the process, but they were of little significance to Li Mo. He could earn more than 100,000 yuan at most if he got them.

"Master, let's go take a look at that alley."

Yangyang pointed to another north-south alley.

"Let's go over there first. You can go and look at it later after shaving your head. I'll send the photos to your mobile phone. Try to keep the bargain price within two thousand for each piece. You can make a small profit of hundreds of thousands later."

Sha Tou took out his cell phone and looked at it, with surprise on his face, and said repeatedly: "Thank you, boss, then I will..."

"Go ahead."

Seeing the shaved head suppressing his excitement, Yan Yangyang also asked curiously: "Master, I made a mistake. Which three items are they?"

"It's just a dispensable gadget. Don't worry about it. Let's go for a walk over there."

If you resell three pieces, you can make a total of hundreds of thousands, which is indeed a small gadget. Yan Yangyang didn't think much about it. After all, there were fifty or sixty street stalls in this alley, with more than three to four thousand items. How could he be able to stand out from every item?

There are more stalls in the north and south alleys, and the things on the stalls are also more miscellaneous. There are comic books that I read when I was a child, and there are the kind of iron lunch boxes that look like they are twenty or thirty years old, and there are still steel stamps on them. It looks like an old pendulum clock, alarm clock. There are also iron bells and copper bells used in many rural primary schools decades ago to ring bells before and after class.

I don’t know where the stall owners collected these old things, but Li Mo thought they were quite interesting after looking at them.

"Master, isn't that a small bell from a temple?"

Sure enough, Yan Yangyang was attracted by those old objects. She was born and grew up in Kyoto, and she had never seen them before at her young age.

"That was a bell used in many poor rural primary schools twenty or thirty years ago. When I was eight or nine years old, I followed your master and Aunt Yingying to visit my hometown in northern Jiangsu, and I happened to see it. It used iron Generally speaking, primary schools are not large, and it is estimated that they can have 70 or 80 students. Students will have to change schools when they reach fourth grade at most, and continue to study in fifth and sixth grades."

"Is Tongzhong an elementary school like the latter?"

"Well, I can't see it anymore when I go to the countryside now." Li Mo sighed a little, time flies by so fast.

"Master, please take me with you when you go to the countryside in northern Jiangsu again."

Li Mo smiled and said: "I guess there is no chance. Ever since your Aunt Yingying had a child, she has been reluctant to go back to her hometown. The main reason is that the relatives in her hometown are too ugly. But if you like to go to the countryside for more walks, I It will only be good for you to have someone accompany you to go out and see more."

"If you don't go, I don't want to go."

"You kid, you are so good when Master is not around. Well, I will take you with me when I have the chance."

Yan Yangyang smiled softly, and then looked seriously in front. There were a lot of things on the stalls in this alley, many of which had a sense of the times. She also looked through several comic books, which were all black and white at that time, such as Calabash Baby, Nezha's Mind, Havoc in Heaven, etc. .

"Little girl, if you like these old things, you can choose a few. I have sold a lot of them these days, and there are only a dozen or so left on the stall." The stall owner is an old man, and he also uses tactics to promote his products.

How could Yan Yangyang be deceived by him? She put the comic strip back to its original place, shook her head slightly and said, "Uncle, you should choose a little more next time when you go to buy goods. There are too many typos in this comic strip, and it's too bad." The old method was too violent and was directly caused by man-made destruction, and the damaged parts did not look like they were caused by natural insects. Otherwise, I would have bought a few copies and taken them away."

The stall owner was exposed, and he no longer looked good. Instead, he waved to her to leave quickly and not to stand in front of the stall and get in the way.

Li Mo smiled and said nothing.

The two of them looked and searched, but there really weren't any good things on the stalls in this alley. They walked most of the way and didn't come across any of them.

"Boss, are these calligraphy and paintings collected in your own home?"

There were three people standing in front of a stall, one of whom was opening a painting. Li Mo and the others happened to be approaching. He glanced casually and let out a slight sigh. This painting is quite interesting. It actually imitates the work of Tang Bohu. Although the overall layout is very close, the brushwork and style are still far behind. And judging from the mounting technique, it should be something from the past ten or twenty years.

The stall owner was not too old, no more than thirty years old. He was thin and uncaring. He sat on the bench and breathed. He didn't answer the customers' questions. He just looked up at the three of them.

His eyes were bloodshot and he looked exhausted, as if he would fall asleep at any moment. I don’t know if it’s because I stayed up late for a long time, but I feel very decadent. There are several cans of energy drinks next to the stool, all of which have been finished. This is to force myself to refresh myself.

Li Mo shook his head slightly. In his current state, it was better to just go back and take a nap. Why did he insist on setting up a stall here? Even if he stayed up for another day, he might not be able to close a business.

This stall is not big, with more than a dozen wooden boxes stacked up, and there should be different works in the wooden boxes. Then there were more than twenty scrolls, calligraphy and paintings piled on the stall, each wrapped in a kind of cloth bag, which seemed a little interesting.

"Boss, let me ask you something. Are these calligraphy and paintings collected in your home?"

The guest looking at the painting asked again a little angry.

The boss took another big breath and his eyes shed tears. He said listlessly: "Yes, yes, these are heirlooms passed down from generation to generation in our family. Do you like the work in your hand? It only costs 100,000. I'm not greedy."

The old man setting up the stall next to him seemed to be familiar with the man. He frowned and said, 'Dachong, the stalls on this stall are all your family's heirlooms. How can you just sell them at an arbitrary price? "

The man looked indifferent and said to him: "This is my own business. You can't control the air or the sky."

"well--"

The old man could only sigh.

"Master, let's go."

Yan Yangyang also raised his head and glanced at the open calligraphy and painting work. It was a bit nonsense. Anyone could imitate Tang Yin's painting style. If the imitation was not good, it would be nondescript. In addition, the two street stall owners seem to be facing each other, maybe they are also secretly teaming up for a show.

There's nothing to see, so keep walking forward.

Unexpectedly, Li Mo reached out and gently pulled her arm, telling her not to go away yet with his eyes.

The man who was looking at the painting re-rolled the painting and put it into a cloth bag, then put it back into the pile of calligraphy and paintings, got up and left directly. They are rich, but they are not stupid.

"Boss, are all the calligraphy and paintings on this stall really inherited from your family?" Li Mo took the initiative this time and pointed at all the calligraphy and paintings on the stall.

The boss was still cheering, then he picked up the energy drink at his feet and took a few sips. Finally, he braced himself and said, "That's for sure."

"My newly renovated villa needs some good calligraphy and paintings to hang up. The painting just now looks a bit old, but Mingren is not lying, the quality of the painting is average. Boss, don't fool me, I I have been in this business for many years, and I can still tell the difference between genuine and fake paintings. Count the number of calligraphy and paintings on the street stall, and then give me a real price. If it suits me, I will buy them all back."

"You want both?"

The stall owner stopped cheering and stood up and said with a bit of a smile: "Boss, I am really not telling you nonsense. I admit that I bought these calligraphy and paintings in cloth bags from an antique shop. But these calligraphy and paintings stored in wooden boxes were indeed dug out from the nooks and crannies of the basement at home."