For some reason, the number of men who travel on the antique street is far greater than that of women.

Jia Sidao took the boss's energy to squeeze into the crowd. Anyway, everyone is a man, so he is not afraid of any inappropriate things. Even if someone around him felt Jia Sidao's offense, he just looked at him curiously for a few more glances, and then he heard the people close to the center of the street stall, as if they were afraid of missing a word and half of the sentence.

On the contrary, Jia Sidao himself felt a little embarrassed during the occasional push.

"Brother, aren't there stones here? Why are there so many people watching?" Jia Sidao was very modest. After stabilizing his position, he asked a middle-aged man around him. The middle-aged man seemed to have never heard Jia Sidao's question at all. Maybe he didn't pay attention or maybe he was disdainful. In short, Jia Sidao felt that his situation was a bit awkward.

Fortunately, the people who were watching the stone had discussed with each other for a few words and then gave in. Then, another group of people stepped forward and started a new round of observation.

At this time, the people around him seemed to be ready to move, gathering together in groups of three or five, whispering to each other, full of wanton passion, and a strange atmosphere, giving Jia Sidao the feeling that these people seemed to be doing something mysterious.

"Oh, by the way, little brother, what did you ask just now?" The middle-aged man beside Jia Sidao looked at Jia Sidao and spoke a standard Linhai dialect. This made the communication between Jia Sidao and him become much more friendly. Jia Sidao was not polite and asked directly: "Brother, I just want to ask, what's special about these stones? Why are so many people watching here?"

"Little brother, what's the name?" The middle-aged man did not explain the reason immediately. Instead, he looked at Jia Sidao's expression and was very surprised. Jia Sidao thought about his inquiry. Is he too mentally retarded? After all, this is in the antique street, even any inconspicuous thing, a coin or a broken bowl, may be worth a lot.

"My surname is Jia, Jia Baoyu. Just call me Xiao Jia." Jia Sidao answered with a careful answer in Linhai dialect. I'm afraid that if Jia Sidao hadn't paid much attention when he asked the first question before, and he used Linhai dialect, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to him at all.

Many times, the concept of regionality is so silently spread among every move in life.

"Haha, Xiao Jia, your surname is not very welcome in the antique street." The middle-aged man seemed to see Jia Sidao's embarrassment and couldn't help but make a joke. The words he said were also rich in the sea-land local characteristics.

After such a small joke, the two of them opened up a lot in the following conversation.

The middle-aged man's surname is Ma, and there is another companion next to him, with his surname Zhang, who is about the same age as him, both in his thirties and forties. The two did not ignore it because Jia Sidao didn't know anything, but instead said many simple things in the conversation, and sometimes they would explain it to Jia Sidao one or two sentences specifically.

To put it in the words of the man surnamed Ma, they are just talking nonsense.

Jia Sidao's previous inquiry was nothing wrong. The ones placed on this street stall were indeed stones. But there was another world inside this stone. The so-called wool materials were naturally considered by Jia Sidao as jargon, and it was a general term for this type of special stones.

An ordinary stone is not valuable, but the wool material is different. A piece of wool weight weighing a few kilograms will cost at least a few hundred yuan. When it is expensive, it can even reach thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

It’s like ancient times, do you think a porcelain bowl is worth a lot? If it is a modern ordinary bowl, it will naturally not be worth a few dollars. But if it is ancient, especially the ones that have very few retained, then it goes without saying that the value is very expensive. As for the judgments, the subtle differences and the specific price, it is naturally very particular to a person’s perspective.

Of course, antiques examine their own historical value and collection value! What about wool materials?

Wool materials are different from antiques and do not have any historical value. As for collection value, it depends on the quality of the original jade contained in the wool materials after they are opened. This requires that when facing the wool materials, they should carefully evaluate whether they are worth the price. Before this, all prices were estimated artificially. This involves a person's observation and knowledge, experience, courage, etc. The factors in various aspects are different, so the price determined by each person is naturally different!

After hearing these explanations, Jia Sidao suddenly realized: "So this is a gambling stone."

After all, Jia Sidao is also a person who often wanders around the Internet, and has a wide range of knowledge. He has also heard of the legend of gambling stones. However, he has never seen the raw stones, that is, the wool materials, so he naturally does not know the specific situation.

At that moment, Jia Sidao looked at the ordinary stones in front of him curiously again. Is there really jade in it?

The most intuitive idea in Jia Sidao's mind was that the high prices and exquisite workmanship of the jadeware in the "Zhouji" jade shop, and when you think of them all obtained from the stones in front of you, it is no wonder that the people around you were wandering around the stones so crazy.

"How is it, are you moved?" After seeing Jia Sidao looking at the wool materials with curious eyes, the man surnamed Ma couldn't help but feel enlightened and said in a somewhat narrow sense, "Actually, gambling stones are similar to picking up bargains in the antique market. If you are lucky, you may become a millionaire in just one time."

"Xiao Jia, don't bewitched by him." The man surnamed Zhang advised Jia Sidao, saying, "Since you can come to the Antique Street, you should know more or less how likely it is to pick up a bargain, right? This gambling stone is also a gambler of nine out of ten. Look at the few people over there, they are all veterans who have been immersed in this industry for many years. Every time they face new wool materials, they still have no confidence. God knows what kind of situation will be inside after the wool materials are cut. If there is no jade, then all the expenses will basically be wasted."

"Look at what you said, I'll scare Xiao Jia. Besides, I don't mean to let Xiao Jia go to gambling stones." The man surnamed Ma was dissatisfied with the man surnamed Zhang and said to Jia Sidao, "Xiao Jia, if you are interested, you can pick up a cheap stone to try your luck. This scene of gambling stones is rare in our sea. It's rare to have an opportunity."
Chapter completed!