() One day in February 2010.

In the early morning of this day, a thick fog filled the sky and the earth, as if a very thick and wide curtain fell from the sky, blocking everyone's sight by the fog, as if the real space was only as big as the front. .

The fog shrouds Tianjin Wei, a pearl-like port city, hazy and indistinct, and it also adds a sense of mystery to this historical city.

Today is Fang Feiyang's last day in Tianjin, and he has already bought a return train ticket.

A lot of things happened while I was out this time. The most unexpected thing was that Fang Feiyang was targeted by people from thousands of families. Fortunately, there was no danger. The hostage-taking and theft of valuables that happened at Yanjing Chang'an Hotel that night have been completed. It's been solved. In addition to Brother Hu and Shouzi, the other two suspects, Sun Zicheng and Han Xiao, have been arrested by the public security organs.

All of this is of course the credit of Boss Fang.

Although Fang Feiyang is half a Jianghu person, he is not willing to deal with Sun Zicheng and Han Xiao based on Jianghu grudges. After all, it is a society ruled by law. That day in Jinshui Bay, Fang Feiyang tied Sun Zicheng and Han Xiao into two big I threw the rice dumplings in the villa and immediately called the police.

The remaining matters were left to the police. Fang Feiyang only had to cooperate in testifying and provide some information to the police. Since the evidence was conclusive, the case was quickly decided and handed over to the judicial authorities for sentencing.

Fang Feiyang decided to visit Tianjin Wei's antique market again before going home. Anyway, he had nothing to do. The high-speed train back to the city would not stop at Tianjin Station until seven o'clock in the evening, so there was still a day to use.

Tianjin Shenyang Road Antiquities Market was formed in 1987. After more than 20 years of development, it has transformed from an original old objects exchange market into a nationally famous antiquities trading place today. However, no matter what changes it has experienced, Shenyang Road still retains its weekly "small market" ”.

The reason why Fang Feiyang booked a ticket back to Jinling Province at night was because he wanted to see this famous "small city" during the day.

The so-called small market is actually a collection and distribution market for antiques. Its function is equivalent to the weekend trading day at Suzhou Confucian Temple. However, in Tianjin Wei, this trading day is held on Thursdays every week by convention.

Every Thursday is the big day in Shenyang Road. Normally, it’s just a pretense to ensure daily expenses. But when Thursday comes, Shenyang Road is like a boiling pot, with people buying goods, selling goods, and cutting goods. , it was so crowded and busy that some foreign collectors regarded Thursday as "Tianjin Day".

Shenyang Road is to Tianjin just like Panjiayuan and Baoguo Temple in Yanjing, but it was originally just an "old objects exchange meeting" where the neighborhood committee arranged idle items in residents' homes. Later, some people used the old jewelry collected in their homes to Gold, stone and jade articles were brought for trial sale, and Shenyang Road gradually became a real antique market.

Fang Feiyang is no stranger to the antique market in Tianjin Wei. In order to investigate the matter of white jade bracelets, he classified and visited these streets in order to wait and wait for someone to sell stolen goods. He has a very thorough understanding of storefronts, especially the jade business.

But those days happened not to include "Tianjin Day", so I couldn't see the grand scene of huge crowds of people, and of course I didn't have the opportunity to see the endless scenery of street stalls.

Today, Fang Feiyang braved the thick fog and faced the fresh and humid air. He came to this market with great interest. He could hear the bustling noise from a long distance away. However, due to the thick fog, there was only one thing he could hear. The sound, the feeling of not being able to see anyone.

As I got closer, I saw that the originally spacious road was filled with stalls of all sizes, leaving only narrow passages for passage. Antique dealers with different accents gathered here with all kinds of strange "treasures".

Due to the humid mist, the road surface was a little damp in spots, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the antique dealers in doing business.

Fang Feiyang put his hands in his pockets casually and looked around leisurely.

He found that in addition to the stall owners who were sitting on the ground waving and selling their old goods, there were also a few who were working on their own. They were holding a "treasure" in their hands and telling stories in circles in the middle of the crowd.

"I got this fan from a young man last year. Do you know how much I spent, fifteen? Do you know how much I can sell it for now, three thousand?"

Although the story is old-fashioned and the plot is clumsy, as soon as these few words were spoken, listeners gathered around him in twos and threes. Seeing the slightly surprised expressions on everyone's faces, the "storyteller" became even more excited.

These people are often very eloquent, good at observing words, and motivating the audience's taste. Sure enough, after a while, this "storyteller" will be surrounded by people.

"The young man's old father passed away, and he left such a fan at home. The young man didn't understand, so he was about to throw it away. I happened to bump into it. I said don't throw it away. I'll give you fifteen yuan. You can throw it away. I got it as a gift, just like that, I got the baby, hehe."

At this time, someone asked to see the fan in his hand. The "storyteller" wanted it very much. He handed it over with a smile on his face and continued to say: "If you think this fan is good, I will give you 1,000 yuan." How about taking the pieces away and me making some small money to drink tea."

When the story reached this point, Boss Fang shook his head and felt that there was no need to read any more and continued to move forward.

Nowadays, Fang Feiyang's eyes are as sharp as a tiger's and his eyesight is very sharp. He can tell at a glance that this is a trick of the "storyteller" to make a living. After dealing with Qianmen's high-level swindlers for so long, compared with these little shrimps, The method is still too young. Fang Feiyang estimates that as long as the "storyteller" sells the fan, he will change the place and take out another identical one in the market to repeat the story just now.

Walking along the antique street, the thick fog began to slowly fade under the sunlight, and the scene in front of me suddenly became clearer. The small stalls in the distance were laid out one after another, and even some Simple shelves were also set up in the middle of the road.

The flow of people around him gradually increased, and Fang Feiyang already felt a little crowded.

Just being passive and pushing forward, Fang Feiyang would still stop from time to time and squat at a certain stall to observe for a while, hoping to gain something. Unfortunately, at a glance, there were all kinds of crooked melons and cracked dates. , even without activating the super sensing ability, Fang Feiyang can still see the signs of distress on these street stall treasures with the naked eye.

"Forget it, since I'm here, let's just walk around and kill time."

Fang Feiyang let out a long sigh, looked left and right, and walked aimlessly with the flow of people.

As the saying goes, willows planted unintentionally will create shade.

As I was walking, suddenly there was a traffic jam in front of me, and people on this side couldn't get through. It seemed that some dispute had occurred in front of me, causing crowds to gather and the road to be blocked.

Unable to leave or retreat, Fang Feiyang had nothing to do and squatted at the nearby stall to take a look. At this time, an old man next to him was negotiating with the seller.

The old gentleman picked up a bamboo-carved pen holder and asked the price, "How do you sell this?"

"600 yuan." The street stall owner said in a Shandong accent.

Fang Feiyang took a closer look and felt cold in his heart: "Oh, why didn't I find this thing? It's rare to see an old item, but it is already in the hands of others."

There is a rule in the antiques industry: if two people are interested in the same treasure, the second person cannot interrupt randomly before the first person decides to give up, let alone inspect the goods.
Chapter completed!