I hid in Thailand for ten years and came back after hearing that the news was not so tight.

As soon as I returned to Nanzhao, my cell phone received several unknown calls.

Some bosses I worked with in the past asked me to help identify a batch of dirty goods. Some old friends asked me to make big deals, and some even persuaded me to work in a kiln.

Of course, I will ignore such nonsense.

Ten years ago I was quite famous in the industry. My name is Song Ming. Anyone who has heard of me knows that my nickname is Yan Luo.

I, Yama, am constantly living and dying, but I can tell the truth from a shady thing just by looking at it.

The world was in chaos at that time. Whether it was Panjiayuan or Liulichang, all real things were sold to foreigners. When the market was good, we could earn hundreds of thousands a day.

As a result, over time, a profession was born, that of shady goods dealers.

Yin goods are also local goods. The things dug up from the ground have the smell of mud and evil spirits, so the person who collects the yin goods must know some yin and yang techniques.

Yin goods have more or less unique and strange functions because they carry evil spirits. For example, if the funeral objects of brothel brothels become Yin goods, they can increase the charm of women. For example, the things left by scholars can improve people's literary talent.

There are even some shady things that can attract peach blossoms, ward off disasters, and improve luck...

No matter how bad it is, those Yin goods with strong evil spirits can also become Feng Shui charms if used properly. We at Sifangzhai have a number of regular customers of Feng Shui masters.

Over the years, I have received a lot of weird stuff, including bronze fox eyes, ghost-face masks, mountain god tokens...

The most unforgettable thing for me is always the first time I encountered something while collecting vaginal goods. It turned out to be a real dragon bone!

Let’s start from the beginning!

When I was twenty years old, my grandfather passed away and left behind an antique shop called Sifangzhai in Old Hankou, Jiangcheng. Since I had studied with him for several years, I naturally took over the shady goods business.

There is a rule in the antique business, that is, if you don't open for three years, if you open for three years, it will last for three years.

But what I didn't expect was that since I took over Sifangzhai, I haven't opened a single business in two months. If it continues like this, it may be closed down in three years.

Since it has not been open for two consecutive months and I am really strapped for money, I plan to take advantage of this free time to go to the Harbor District Road Antique Market to try my luck and see if I can pick up some leaks or receive a batch of hidden goods.

You must know that dirty goods are much easier to deal with than ordinary antiques because of their unique and strange power.

At that time, the antique market on Gangwan District Road was already quite large, with a dazzling array of bronzes, woodware, lacquerware, jade, calligraphy and paintings, and more than a hundred fixed stalls. In addition, there were often people selling bulk goods, and new goods were scammed.

Yes, there are people selling goods in the countryside. It can be said to be a distribution center for three religions and nine streams.

You don't understand.

This antique market has become crowded. Let’s talk about the fixed shops first. Most of them are old pawnbrokers who have been in the business for many years. Their eyes are like eagles. Their shops have the most good and real things, but you always get what you pay for.

, if you want to take away the money from them, it is not much easier than deducting money from Grandet.

As for those who run bulk goods on the street, these people are the most mysterious. They are usually experts who help local rats. The so-called local rats are tomb robbers in the world. The things in their hands are all kinds of, and they have a more or less earthy smell from the underground.

, a lot of dirty stuff was taken back from them.

The purpose of my visit to the Hong Kong District Road Antique Market this time is also to try my luck. If there is something good that I am eager to sell while shopping, it will be great luck.

I don’t know if I’ve been unlucky recently. I saw a lot of rags along the way, but there wasn’t anything good that caught my eye.

After chatting with some acquaintances of individual tourists, I learned that the antique market here has recently been severely restricted, and underground items are strictly prohibited from entering the market. The country rats who have good things in their hands hardly buy bulk goods in this place.

I thought to myself that it was bad luck, but even though I was here, I still wanted to try my luck. Maybe someone brave enough would dare to commit a crime.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and not even a piece of wood from a previous era could be seen, let alone a shady item.

I don't plan to continue spending, because when it gets dark, all kinds of fakes will be on the market. I'm not afraid of looking at them, but it's a waste of time to look at each stall.

I lit a cigarette and took a long puff. However, as soon as I walked out of the market, someone suddenly pulled me from behind.

I turned around impatiently and saw a dry old man standing behind me. This old man was very strange.

You must know that it is the hottest dog day of the year, but the old man has wrapped himself tightly, and the wrinkles on his face are like a dry river bed crumpled together, like a dried old orange.

I thought it was a beggar who was blocking the road to ask for money, so I took out a few small bills angrily and handed them over to send the old man away.

The old man had a rustic face and refused to accept the ticket. He just said to me with a bitter look on his face and in a low voice: "Hold your breath, whistle?"

Hearing what the old man Ganba said, I immediately became energetic, because what he was talking about was the slang of a country rat.

Menxidian means the shopkeeper, and Shaogeyaer means do you want to do business?

What Ganba old man said is: "Shopkeeper, do you want to do business?"

I looked up and down the old man Ganba, and saw that his upper body was tightly wrapped in a military coat, and his legs were tied with two cowhide leggings with red cloth strips. If it were placed on an ordinary person, this would be a typical psychopath.

But if you leave it to a local rat, then it can be explained.

The earth rats have always been digging for food in the ground. The underground is a cold and humid place. In addition, the cold air in the tombs that has persisted for thousands of years erodes the yang energy of the earth rats. Over time, they all become cold and afraid of the cold.

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Some tombs have been blown away by the wind, and they are filled with puddles of all sizes. The rats who have been soaking in such places for many years have old and cold legs with rheumatism. It is understandable to wear two cowhide leggings in the summer.

In particular, the red cloth belt tied with cowhide leggings is also said to be an object used by local rats to ward off evil spirits.

Although the old man Ganba has a rustic accent whether he is dressed or speaking, the possibility of having a cloth plate cannot be ruled out.

In Jianghu slang, cloth pan is a scheme to defraud money.

I pinched the cigarette butt and calmly said back to the old man Ganba: "Tian Xiao, why don't you light your mouth to breathe?"

When the sky is low, it means it is dark, and when the handicap is high, it means why you don’t go to the market. The combined meaning is that since it is dark, why don’t you go to the market to buy and sell something good?

The dry old man smiled honestly: "The big cap is too tight, and the handicap point is too high."

The big cap refers to the police, the tight one refers to a strict crackdown from above, the handicap refers to the antique market, and the click refers to the rent.

What he said was that the police have been tightening their grip recently and the rent for market stalls is too high.

I nodded. The dry old man was indeed an old man, and his words were watertight. However, I became more and more curious about the good things in his hands.
Chapter completed!