Chang Xian put down his backpack, opened the zipper, and saw a pile of banknotes inside.

He has no choice but to use the impact of cash to increase his competitiveness.

After all, the number of 120,000 and ten thick stacks of banknotes have a different sense of déjà vu, and the competitiveness is quite strong.

Chang Xian’s words are not without flaws.

Since the 1930s, Puru has enjoyed a high reputation in the painting world, and has been recognized as the "No. 1 Landscape Artist of Beizong". The prices of his works have always remained high, and the transaction prices of his works every year are not a secret.

His eight-foot-long giant painting "Bi Shan Yao Pu Tu" created in 1958 was auctioned for 6.05 million this year, with an average price of about 200,000 per square foot.

Because the painting on hand is a semi-finished product, it shouldn't cost more than 200,000 yuan, but since there are four square feet in each square, it must be worth 500,000 yuan.

The long calligraphy scroll is a full twelve square feet. Even if the title of Pu Ru's calligraphy is hidden by the name of the painting and the price is low, it will definitely cost more than 100,000, plus the addition of the old Wang Sun Xian Zhang and the lengthy inscriptions and postscripts of celebrities

, 1.5 million is definitely not worth it, so the market price of the two paintings and calligraphy is at a high of 2 million.

Therefore, it is said that stupid people are stupid and lucky. Xiao Dazi's words have become a prophecy. If it is placed in Shenyang Road, the shopkeepers can really give out half a million if they don't protect all the money.

But Xiao Dazi's problem is even bigger. His professional field is still a bit far away from the antiques industry. He doesn't know that the items he has on hand are worth more than two million, and after all, the items have flaws in their origins. How can he dare to do so?

Spend this time grinding every house to strive for the profit margin of who knows whether it is 20,000 yuan or how much?

Especially when shopkeeper Cao acted like that, it was hard to say whether he could get in, and he even mentioned Nanyingmen Police Station, which made me feel really guilty!

What goes into your mouth is food, what goes into your pocket is money!

Xiao Dazi was also considered a ruthless person. He took a sharp look at the banknotes in his backpack and said, "How can this be one hundred thousand? It's obviously five hundred short of one hundred thousand!"

He spat hard on the ground again: "This thing belongs to you, it's your turn to get rich, I don't want you to be jealous!"

Chang Xian was hesitant, but he admired this little bastard for knowing how to make a choice in the face of interests: "Ha! My eyes are quick enough, can you even spend five hundred to buy a desk lamp? Don't worry, there is a teller machine there, I will take it.

Five hundred, how can I ask you to help me pay for the lamp?"

The money and goods were cleared, and Ma Xiaoda disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Chang Xian quickened his pace and merged into the crowd. After these two delays, he saw more people buying and selling things in the ghost market. He raised his hand and looked at his mobile phone. Unknowingly, it was already past two-thirty. The night was getting darker and heavier.

The fog seems to be lighter.

After feeling the spiritual sense, there are obviously more treasures than before, but Chang Xian has already harvested a lot tonight. There is a saying that when the sun is at midday, when the moon is full, there will be losses. Don't take advantage of all the advantages, just stop in moderation, so I just took it.

With five thousand yuan lying around, I was not prepared to receive the goods again.

It was already a bit late at this point, and there were already people in Haodijie. Looking at the stalls, I was afraid there were hundreds or even thousands of them. I kept looking forward, and when I almost reached the intersection with Changde Road, I saw a stall standing in front of the intersection light.

There was a man in his forties.

The light blue shirt looks very silky in the dim light. The face is a little blurry due to the close distance, but I can feel that the eyes between him are burning and very lively.

The man's appearance was a little strange. He had a large cowhide briefcase draped over his left shoulder, and he held his chin up with his right hand. He maintained this unique appearance for a while.

This is a specific posture that you only see occasionally in ghost markets.

There are buyers and sellers in the ghost market. If you have any specific needs, you can put up such a shape at the entrance of the ghost market, which is a bit like on-site bidding.

However, in the past, a bag for carrying money was placed on the left shoulder. Now no one uses the bag, so wallets, briefcases and the like are used instead.

Sure enough, after a while, many eyes turned around, and a vendor stood up and walked up to say hello: "Brother (in Jinmen dialect, it is customary to call men eldest brother and women sister, it has nothing to do with the age gap), do you want to catch something?

?"

"It's the birthday of an elder in the family, and I want to find some high-quality things for the occasion." When the man saw someone talking to him, he hurriedly returned his hands to their normal state.

“I have the stuff, all in good condition, absolutely supreme (referring to authentic antiques, meaning reliable), but the price is quite high!”

“Goods are priced at a high price, see you first!”

While talking, the two of them walked towards the stall one after another.

Chang Xian tightened his bag tightly. Looking along the way, the flow of people towards Linxi Road seemed to be a little thinner.

He stared at the movements of the man under the lamp, and not long after he saw the slightly disappointed man coming over.

"Boss, the object just now is inappropriate?"

There was still a bit of hesitation on the man's face. Seeing that Chang Xian was speaking Mandarin, the taste of Jinmen in his mouth was lessened: "It's not inappropriate, but it just feels a little less interesting. How should I put it, he is an old man after all.

It’s a birthday, right?”

Well, it means that he thinks that thing is okay, but it is a bit tasteless, and it is probably difficult to win the favor of the old man.

"Please move to the front and take a look at my belongings. I gave these to the former chief officials of the Six Ministries, and they were enough to celebrate the birthdays of the feudal officials."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

The man's eyes lit up and his voice was a little urgent.

When they met before, Chang Xian could smell the smell of the sub-system on this person.

When visiting the ghost market, he is so meticulously dressed, carries a briefcase with him, and poses with an arrogance that is out of place. Besides, who else is such a fool, who insists on rushing to the ghost market when his birthday is approaching?

Looking for objects?

Most of them are in a hurry to pay tribute!

As soon as these few words were revealed, Chang Xian became more sure of his guess. The Bodhisattva who wanted to pay tribute was quite big, and a blunt knife would not be able to deal with this man.

"It seems that you are an old man in the industry. It's not that an expert can't do what you do. The so-called expert in selling goods, if you give him a hammer, let alone talk to him, I will feel bad even if he takes a look. I will have good fortune and longevity..."

"Fu Lu Shou?"

As soon as he heard the name, he immediately responded to the situation and the man became more energetic.

The so-called Fu, Lu, Shou, many things have this saying, such as Hotan jade, jade, chicken blood stone, etc. It means that there are three pure colors on an object, red, green and white are called Fu, Lu, Shou, red, yellow and black are called Liu, Guan, Zhang, and other colors are also good.

Cai, called Sanyang Kaitai.

"The eight-hundred-year-old Hotan jade of fortune, longevity, and fortune is the item I keep at the bottom of the box. You may wish to reward me with a few more..."

The more eager this person was, the more leisurely Chang Xian was. He led him through the vendors who walked every three steps and the crowds that gradually grew in number. He chatted and chatted one after another, and walked to Shenyang in a blink of an eye.

Opposite the intersection of Daohelin West Road is the former residence of Yitang, the traitor king of North China. Its vague outline stood out in the dim night, like a big open mouth.

"Just leave it here, no one is robbing it. Come on, please give me a hand."

The two of them spread out the raincloth, found a few broken bricks to hold down the surrounding area, and began to take out things.

He has few objects, only eight or nine in total. He puts a small lamp with a faint light and puts a small jade plaque on the cloth to signal the person to take it. This is also a rule. Don't get rid of the objects, otherwise everything will happen.

Whose fault is it if it falls after not catching it properly?
Chapter completed!