"Currently, the collection of this kind of seal is not popular. Not many people are interested. If you really want to sell this seal, I will give you this number." After saying this, the shop owner stretched out three fingers and waved it in front of Fang Feiyang.

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"What is this number? Three thousand or thirty thousand?"

Fang Feiyang, a newbie who had not yet entered the industry, had no idea what the shop owner's three fingers represented, so he had no choice but to ask again.

"Cough...cough..." Fang Feiyang's words made the middle-aged shop owner cough.

"I said, little brother, don't be joking. Of course it is three thousand. This seal of yours is not made of gold, how can it be worth thirty thousand."

The shop owner was really dumbfounded when he met a layman like Fang Feiyang.

Fang Feiyang's face turned red when the shop owner said it, and he was very embarrassed.

The price of three thousand yuan was far lower than the estimated value in his mind. He originally thought that antiques were priced in units of ten thousand yuan, but now it seems that this is not the case. Not all old objects must be very expensive.

valuable.

He bought it from Sister Fang for 100 yuan. If he resells it now, he will immediately earn 30 times. Although the price is not very high, it is worth his salary for more than a month of hard work. This is still less than

It is much easier to make money at work. No wonder more and more people are now keen on tinkering with antiques because they are attracted by the huge profits.

However, Fang Feiyang is still a little reluctant deep down in his heart. After all, this is the first time he has picked up something missing in his life, and it is also his first collection. It is easy to sell it now. If he misses it one day and wants to get it back, it will be a big deal.

Finding a needle in a haystack.

Thinking of this, he apologized to the middle-aged shop owner, carefully wrapped the Pasiba seal, stuffed it into his pocket, and turned around and went out.

The middle-aged shop owner shook his head, thinking that Fang Feiyang thought the price was too low and wanted to try another shop. He had seen many such customers and had no intention of retaining him, so he continued to sit down and play his own game of Landlord.

After leaving Jibaoxuan, Fang Feiyang was a little bored and wandered aimlessly in the antique market, but he was very happy in his heart. Since he decided not to sell this seal, he must keep it well so that his friends can do it in the future.

We are also the ones who make mistakes when we proudly brag to others.

The weather in midsummer is unpredictable. As the saying goes, "The sky in June is like a monkey's face, cloudy and sunny can change at any time." This time of year is in the middle of June of the lunar calendar, and the southeast wind blows, bringing up the leaves and businesses on the ground.

Advertising flyers were flying everywhere, thunder was rolling in the distance, and lightning was flashing. It was obvious that a thunderstorm was about to arrive as scheduled.

After a while, the sky in the south began to darken, and the southeast wind blew more arrogantly.

"Nima, it's going to rain. The weather can change at any time." Fang Feiyang sped up and rushed to the bus stop outside the market, hoping to get on the bus before the rain fell.

When walking through the stalls in the trading market, Fang Feiyang saw a young man about the same age as himself who was busy collecting the goods. However, his stall was filled with banners and calligraphy. When a strong wind blew, the calligraphy and painting were destroyed.

It was in disarray, and some of the edges had been scratched.

This guy was hurriedly rolling up the calligraphy and paintings one by one and putting them in the box. At the same time, he kept looking up into the distance, fearing that the thunderstorm would come in an instant and his calligraphy and paintings would be ruined.

Fang Feiyang also looked up to the southeast. The dark clouds in the distance were getting lower and lower, and the low thunder kept approaching. Fang Feiyang rushed over at a small jog, without saying anything, squatting on the ground to help this buddy.

Packing up. The two of them rolled up the calligraphy and paintings together, and the speed was obviously much faster. Finally, just when the heavy raindrops fell, they rolled up all the calligraphy and paintings. In the end, there were some trinkets such as the four treasures of the study on the stall, and it was too late.

After packing them up one by one, Fang Feiyang rolled up the cotton cloth lying on the ground, wrapped all these things together, and carried them away.

The two of them carried large and small bags and hid in a pavilion in front.

"Brother, thank you so much. Fortunately, I have your help, otherwise my goods would be useless."

This buddy grabbed Fang Feiyang's hand and shook it vigorously. He was inexplicably grateful to Fang Feiyang. If Fang Feiyang hadn't been kind enough to help him clean up the calligraphy and paintings, I'm afraid less than half of the calligraphy and paintings in his stall would have been destroyed.

"Haha, you're welcome! I see no one is setting up a stall here today. Why did you choose to do business today?"

Although Fang Feiyang visited this antique trading market for the first time, he had also heard from others that outside vendors came here to set up stalls and trade on Saturdays and Sundays. Normally, there was no such stall business.

When the young stall owner heard Fang Feiyang's question, he smiled bitterly and said, "This is also my first time coming to the Suzhou Antique Trading Market. I thought people can trade and set up stalls here every day. I came here today to inquire about it."

I knew that only weekends were the so-called trading days, so since it was here, I put up calligraphy and painting and tried to see if I could make one or two transactions, but I encountered such a terrible weather."

This young man's not-so-standard Mandarin was mixed with many dialects from Wannan Province. While chatting with Fang Feiyang, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered one to Fang Feiyang enthusiastically.

"Oh! No wonder...thunderstorms come at any time this summer, even the weather forecast is not accurate."

Fang Feiyang chatted with this buddy for a while. The rain outside the pavilion was still heavy. Looking at the rain and fog in the distance, under the cover of dense rain curtains, it was impossible to distinguish between houses and trees. It looked like

It won't stop for a while.

The young stall owner squatted down, preparing to sort out the four treasures of the study that were finally packaged together, and put them into the bag.

Fang Feiyang couldn't leave now, so he helped others to the end and continued to help tidy up.

There are so many miscellaneous things in this stall.

There are various kinds of writing brushes of different sizes, jade pen holders, pen hangers, wooden pen holders, various inkstones, paperweights, and ink pad boxes. They all look old and simple in style, and some items are even incomplete.

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Fang Feiyang wrapped these things in cotton cloth one by one, handed them to the buddy next to him, and asked him to put them into the box.

Fang Feiyang was also full of curiosity about these seemingly ancient objects. While neatly helping to pack the packages, he asked where these old objects were collected from.

At this time, Fang Feiyang reached out and grabbed something covered in dirt and oil.

Fang Feiyang's arm suddenly trembled, and the sour, numb, and warm current quickly passed through his arm, bypassed his neck, and poured into the back of his head. The mysterious image fragments once again slid through his mind like a movie.

In the image, a monk is wearing cassocks and is writing a pen at his desk. The ink is vigorous and strange, and it is swayed freely. The mountains and cliffs on the scroll, rugged rocks, and strange pines are intertwined and overlapping, complex but not chaotic. At a glance, in the painting

Vertical and horizontal twists and turns, mist filled the air, fully showing the changing situation of mountains and rivers.
Chapter completed!