Pan Xiaoqiang had just obtained the superpower, and he was eager to try it, but he didn't have high hopes. Firstly, Hainan was not a big antique province, and the chance of good things being produced was low, let alone such a small stall. Secondly, this shop

The shop owner himself said that it is a small business, so he must have a good understanding of his goods, and what he sells is just souvenir-level items.

However, after taking a look at Shi Dazhuang, who was holding a pair of mango artifacts, Pan Xiaoqiang still bent over and prepared to try his hand - at least let him finish the fruit standing up.

Before choosing these gadgets, Pan Xiaoqiang still maintained his habit of dealing with people in Panjiayuan. He looked up and observed the shopkeeper first. He was a thin young man wearing plastic-rimmed glasses and sportswear. He was about 20 years old.

He sat in Mazar with an English dictionary and read it with gusto, as if the people buying things in front of the stall had nothing to do with him.

After understanding that this stall owner did not look like a liar who had set a trap, Pan Xiaoqiang squatted down and picked out the items. However, he did not do it rashly. He scanned it roughly with his eyes and found that the workmanship of these items was very rough, and some of them were not even connected.

The burrs on the edges have not been trimmed. It looks like the shop owner said it is a small business.

Pan Xiaoqiang shook his head and sighed: The loopholes in these things are too obvious and do not require any professional knowledge. As long as you have basic eyesight, you can see through them. Just when he was about to leave, suddenly a person in the corner

A dark object caught his attention. It looked like a stone pressing against the corner of the tarpaulin on the ground.

Reaching out to take the stone, Pan Xiaoqiang looked at it carefully and realized that this thing was not a stone at all, but half an inkstone for grinding ink. It had a simple shape, and there were no patterns or carvings on the edges. It was hard to tell that it was from that dynasty.

thing.

Pan Xiaoqiang's palms were slightly pressed together, but there was no feeling of threads secreting from his palms like the previous two times. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. If there were no powers, this thing would not be easy to identify. Anyway, there was no one on it.

There are a few pattern and style marks, but you can’t tell whether it’s the real thing or a high imitation.

However, Pan Xiaoqiang was reluctant to let go and tried hard to clear away all the distracting thoughts in his mind, focusing only on this inkstone: "Yes." The silk thread in his hand penetrated into the inkstone at a slower speed than the previous two times.

, and gave him a message after five minutes - Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty.

"It's a pity. Although this thing is an old thing from the Jiajing period, it doesn't have any mark." Pan Xiaoqiang's regretful thoughts were circulating. This thing is indeed a good thing, but there is no way to explain it to others! We can't tell the antique trade.

Shop, this old thing from the Ming Dynasty was probably detected using supernatural powers.

Pan Xiaoqiang stood up and was about to put the inkstone back to its original place. An old man thought that he had planned to buy this ancient inkstone. He stretched out his hand and pulled Pan Xiaoqiang's skirt and said flatteringly: "Brother, this old man, I

I've already taken a fancy to you, you'd better not take advantage of others!"

"Are you sick? My brother holds this stone in his hand. You tell me that you have taken a fancy to it a long time ago?" Shi Dazhuang stared at the small pearl dumpling eyes and chewed a mango in his mouth. He looked like a Garfield cat.

The old man was speechless, but silently let go of his hand, staring at Pan Xiaoqiang with burning eyes.

Pan Xiaoqiang turned around and glanced at the old man. He was wearing a casual cloth shirt, cotton pants, black cloth shoes, his hair was already silver, and his eyes looked like a fox's.

"Fat Sheep?" After completely positioning the old man in his heart, Pan Xiaoqiang took the inkstone into his arms again. Since the old man wanted to forcefully buy this thing, he probably saw the mystery. Hehe, you are good,

I will buy it and sell it to you!

"Humph." Although he was secretly happy, Pan Xiaoqiang still stabbed the old man in a stiff tone: "I guess this old man is also in the industry. Don't you know the rules of the industry - as long as you don't let go of the things that others like, you can't.

Touch." Looking at the old man's sad eyes, Pan Xiaoqiang's thoughts were even more confirmed.

"Boss, how much does this inkstone cost?" Pan Xiaoqiang looked at the stall owner and said, holding the inkstone tightly with his right hand.

The stall owner closed the English dictionary, raised his eyes, glanced at the things in Pan Xiaoqiang's hand, and said lightly: "Eight hundred."

"What? What? You sell a broken stone for eight hundred, but you are killing Ordos sheep!" Shi Dazhuang almost died from being swallowed by the mango. The young stall owner immediately opened the dictionary: "Do you want to buy it or not?"

Shi Dazhuang was quite popular. He had seen people doing business, but he had never seen anyone doing business so horizontally. He squeezed the mango in his hand so much that the juice came out. He wanted to smash it directly, but Pan Xiaoqiang grabbed him and pushed him across the table.

The owner said: "Eight hundred yuan, I bought it." After saying that, he took out eight red Mao Zedong cards from his wallet and handed them over. The eyes of the old man next to him were filled with annoyance.

The stall owner's eyes stayed on the dictionary, and he grabbed the money handed over by Pan Xiaoqiang, without even counting it, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Oh! Eight hundred yuan is how you made money." Before leaving, Shi Dazhuang didn't forget to stab the stall owner, but he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Arriving at a beach with few tourists, Pan Xiaoqiang leaned his head against Shi Dazhuang's ear and said softly: "Let's not walk too fast. The people following us have bad legs and feet."

"Whoever follows us, I'll call the police." Shi Dazhuang looks very powerful, but in fact he is very timid. He has already started to take out his mobile phone. Pan Xiaoqiang grabbed his hand and joked: "What are you afraid of? I guess you

I can break two of his ribs with one finger."

While the two were talking, the old man who just wanted to stop Pan Xiaoqiang from buying an inkstone appeared. His withered hands took out a dark red iron box from his pocket, opened the lid, and inside there were Cuban cigars as thick as his index finger.

One end has been trimmed very flat with cigar scissors.

"What do you call a brother? You are young and have good eyesight." The old man smiled, twirling two cigars and handed them over. Pan Xiaoqiang smiled slightly and took them. Shi Dazhuang didn't ask for them. He just ate too many mangoes.

, my mouth is still sore now.

Pan Xiaoqiang took out a lighter worth one dollar on the street and lit up a Cuban cigarette. He took a deep breath and said without any pretense, "My name is Pan Xiaoqiang. Smoking high-end products is really enjoyable."

The old man made a haha ​​and pointed out his theme: "Brother Pan, I am interested in your inkstone, please make a price!"

Shi Dazhuang was still confused, but in an instant he understood that his brother had found the treasure! No wonder someone who usually struggled with hot dry noodles or mixed noodles for breakfast would happily spend 800 yuan to buy a piece of Pohei

As for rocks, unless their heads are sprayed by sand sprayers.

Pan Xiaoqiang suppressed the impulse in his heart, pursed his lips, and asked for a price without daring to take action. If he asked for a higher price, people knew that he was an amateur and could easily be fooled, if he asked for a lower price, they would not hesitate to take action, and he would lose a lot of money.

When the old man saw that Pan Xiaoqiang hadn't spoken for a long time, he had no choice but to dig out his wallet. He laughed dryly, pointed his thumb at his forehead and said, "I'm not bragging, but if you don't sell me this half of the inkstone,

No one in the world would take action."

Seeing that Pan Xiaoqiang still pursed his lips and said nothing, the old man impatiently stretched out a finger: "One hundred thousand."

Shi Dazhuang was shocked. It wasn't that he had never seen 100,000 yuan, but he had never seen coal and stone worth 100,000 yuan. He was a brother who was also capable. He would do it a few times, and buying a house was like a joke.

However, Pan Xiaoqiang also had another small calculation in his mind. Since the old man dared to pat his chest and say that no one else in the world would buy this thing, it is very likely that he knew the origin of this thing, so he thought about it from another aspect.

The inkstone in his arms definitely holds a high position in this old man's heart. What price should it be charged for?

Under the anxious expressions of the old man and the dazed expressions of Shi Dazhuang, Pan Xiaoqiang thought carefully for five minutes. Finally, he gave up the idea of ​​​​letting the lion open his mouth, chose a price that he thought was suitable, stretched out three fingers, and squeezed

He said like toothpaste: "Three hundred thousand!"

"No problem." The old man grinned and agreed simply. He happily stretched out his old hand to take out the inkstone from Pan Xiaoqiang's arms.

Pan Xiaoqiang held Gu Yan tightly and said calmly: "I have another condition."

There was a hint of fierceness in the old man's eyes: "Young man, you can't be too greedy." Pan Xiaoqiang smiled and handed over the inkstone: "Old man, what are you talking about? I just want to hear the origin of this treasure, okay.

Satisfy every trace of my curiosity."

Suddenly the clouds on the old man's face turned clear, he tapped Pan Xiaoqiang in the air with his finger, and said with a smile: "I know that your kid is also a person on this path, and you have a bad temper towards me, but do we want to exchange it?"

"Exchange?" Shi Dazhuang was quite annoyed. These antique dealers only spoke half a sentence, which made people very upset.

The old man stroked the inkstone handed over by Pan Xiaoqiang, as if stroking the smooth hair of a Persian cat. After a while, he raised his head and asked Pan Xiaoqiang slightly aggrievedly: "Can you tell me, what do you see about this inkstone?"

Clues? Anyway, I can’t figure it out, old man, what a shame!"

Pan Xiaoqiang's expression did not change at all, and he put his hands on his shoulders and said: "Old man, the methods used in the industry to identify the authenticity of old things are all secrets and cannot be disclosed easily. I can only tell you that this inkstone is probably from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty.

Something from the years."

Shi Dazhuang was surprised when his brother became so knowledgeable, but he couldn't tell the truth in front of outsiders, otherwise Pan Xiaoqiang would look bad.

I saw the old man quickly put the inkstone into his pocket, grabbed Pan Xiaoqiang's hands, and said with great excitement: "Little brother, it is true that a hero comes from a young age! Good eyesight, no, it should be better than good."

My eyesight, this thing is really from the Jiajing period."
Chapter completed!