The next day, Chen Jing arrived at the antique street very early.

There were not many people on the antique street at this time, only a few stall owners who came early were setting up their stalls.

Chen Jing had some insomnia last night. He didn't know whether it was because he drank a lot of tea at Kong Xue's place or because of Kong Xue himself. In short, he didn't sleep very well, so he simply got up early.

At this time, Zhao Zheng had not opened the door yet, so Chen Jing did not go to Nabaoju, but wandered around the antique street. At the same time, he was also ready to test his mysterious intuition ability.

Chen Jing learned to empty his mind like he did yesterday, thinking about nothing and walking casually on the antique street, hoping to have that mysterious intuition appear again.

But after walking around for more than half an hour, there was no sign of anything unusual.

"It seems there should be a time limit." Chen Jing bought some steamed buns and soy milk from a breakfast shop on the street, and thought about it secretly while eating.

There was about seven days between when I picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl and yesterday. If this is the time between my mysterious intuition, then wait a few more days and try again.

If after seven days, he still cannot use his mysterious intuitive ability, then Chen Jing will have to study in other directions.

In short, Chen Jing felt that his sudden mysterious intuitive ability most likely came from his own discerning eye.

As time went by, more and more people were on the antique street. Seeing that it was almost time, Chen Jing finished the buns and soy milk in his hands in a few mouthfuls, and then got ready to go to work.

He walked around a corner and suddenly heard a noise coming from a shop next to him.

"Two thousand yuan?! Do you think I'm a fool? This is a treasure passed down from my ancestors. It has been passed down for at least two hundred years, and you only paid two thousand yuan?"

"Heh, how many do you want?"

"At least, at least one hundred thousand."

"One hundred thousand? Do you want some Ming coins? I think you are really crazy about money. If it weren't for the fact that your thing is quite old, I wouldn't even be able to come up with two thousand yuan."

Hearing this quarrel, Chen Jing couldn't help but feel amused. This conversation was quite common in antique shops, quite a classic 'treasure passed down from ancestors'.

If this was said thirty or forty years ago, it would still have some credibility, but in this day and age, nine and a half out of ten people are liars.

After hearing a few words, Chen Jing walked directly to Nabaoju without stopping to watch the excitement. Unexpectedly, the quarrel in the shop escalated. A middle-aged man was pushed out from inside, and he himself

Unable to stand firm, he stumbled and fell to the ground, just in front of Chen Jing.

"You fell down on your own. It has nothing to do with me." Standing at the door of the store was a man who didn't look too big. He was probably an apprentice or clerk in the store.

Chen Jing frowned slightly, helped the middle-aged man up, and asked, "Brother, did you fall?"

The middle-aged man did not respond to him. Instead, he looked at the thing he was holding in his arms very nervously. After making sure that there was nothing wrong, he yelled at the person who pushed him: "You don't know what I'm doing.

Good stuff, if you don’t believe it, call your boss and ask him to take a look.”

"What a good thing, you are just an ordinary inkstone that has been around for a while. I can identify it. Do you still need our boss? It's only two thousand yuan. Do you want to sell it or not?" The apprentice said with disdain.

But Chen Jing's heart moved slightly when he heard it.

Inkstone? During this period of time, in addition to learning the knowledge of antique appraisal, he was also trying to catch up on some common sense in the antique trade. He also knew a bit about inkstones.

Inkstones are a relatively small category in the antique shop. They cannot be compared with porcelain, jade and the like in terms of quantity of existence or popularity of collection.

Although it is somewhat unpopular, it does not mean that the value of the inkstone is not high. Some special stones or inkstones with historical value are also very precious.

Excellent inkstones have also been sold in auction houses for millions of dollars.

Of course, it must be an excellent inkstone. Most ordinary inkstones are only worth a few thousand yuan even if they are a few years old.

"If I sell my family heirloom for two thousand yuan, my ancestors will crawl out of their graves and whip me!" the middle-aged man said angrily.

"Forget it if you don't want to sell it." The apprentice didn't bother to say more to him, turned around and went back to the shop.

The middle-aged man sighed when he saw this, then looked at Chen Jing and said, "Little brother, thank you just now."

Chen Jing shook his head and said no, and looked curiously at the package tightly held in his arms.

"Brother, is your inkstone really a family heirloom?" Chen Jing asked.

The middle-aged man nodded, feeling a little excited: "Of course, this inkstone has been passed down to my family for four or five generations, don't you believe it?"

His excited look really didn't look fake. Chen Jing also secretly calculated in his mind that even if his family has been passed down for five generations, if one generation is counted as sixty years, it would still be about three hundred years.

If the middle-aged man is not lying, then his inkstone should be an antique from the Yongzheng or Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

It's still pretty good these days, but I'm afraid it's just an ordinary inkstone, so its value must be low. At least it's absolutely impossible for him to sell it for 100,000 yuan.

"But if an inkstone from the Kangxi or Yongzheng period is well preserved, it should be sold for tens of thousands of yuan." Chen Jing thought about it for a while and said, "Brother, can you show me your inkstone?"

Chen Jing wanted to confirm first whether the middle-aged man was lying. If not, then he could try to see if he could buy the inkstone for about 10,000 yuan, so that he could make 20,000 to 30,000 yuan by reselling it.

This income is already considered a decent small leak.

Chen Jing has always been a down-to-earth person. He will not become bloated just because he made two or three hundred thousand yuan at a time picking up leaks. He only thinks about picking up big leaks or something.

Twenty or thirty thousand is not money?

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this: "You want to see it?"

Chen Dingding nodded and said seriously: "Yes, to tell you the truth, I am also engaged in the antique industry. Brother, if this inkstone of yours is really good, I can buy it."

The middle-aged man looked at him suspiciously: "You are so young, how can you understand antique appraisal?"

Chen Jing smiled and said: "Brother, just show it to me. Even if I don't buy it, you won't have any loss."

Perhaps because Chen Jing gave him a hand just now, the middle-aged man had a good impression of Chen Jing. Although he felt that he was too young to be someone who knew antiques, he still nodded and agreed.

Then, the middle-aged man opened the package in his arms, revealing an oval-shaped inkstone with a hint of light green inside.

The shape of this inkstone is pretty good-looking. There is a circular groove in the middle, which takes up about one-third of the entire inkstone. It is used for grinding ink. There are several beautiful plum blossoms carved next to it. There are actually two poles under the plum blossoms.
Chapter completed!