"If you don't accept cash transactions, you are just a fool!!"
Upon hearing what Xu Tong said, some people on the spot couldn't stand it anymore and were ready to leave. These people all came after hearing the news and came with money in their hands. The briefcases in their hands were full of brand-new ten-dollar bills.
Just to collect money, I have opened countless accounts, and ended up refusing to accept cash transactions. Who can bear it?
He left immediately cursing, but some stayed, like the fat Zhang San, who took a sip of soup in a leisurely manner, smashing it with his mouth, closing his eyes and looking tipsy.
I thought I was drinking tea.
After a group of people left, the fat man joked with a smile on his face: "You are a bunch of fools. It is illegal to resell cultural relics. This is an exchange meeting. The important thing is to communicate and play with each other."
Zhang San exchanged glances with each other as he spoke, and everyone nodded wildly and tacitly: "Yes, Boss Zhang is right. Let's follow Boss Zhang's ideas. Our little life will become more and more promising, hahaha.
"
Everyone burst into laughter and praised Boss Zhang.
But after giving the thumbs up, everyone still had a problem. If it were for other things, it would be easy to say, but the treasures on the table are all valuable, especially the upside-down awning lamp, which is authentic Xing kiln white porcelain.
It is valuable in itself. If you can take it back and find an old craftsman to inlay the white porcelain with gold edges, the price will be more than doubled.
It's really difficult for them to exchange things for things and give them something that makes people excited.
Seeing the embarrassed expressions on everyone's face, Xu Tong added calmly: "Antiques, antiques, after all, they are still for fun. I am more interested in those folk items, such as this kind of thing. As long as it is good, I can exchange it for it."
Xu Tong smiled and took out the money mold with holes on it and put it on the table as a reference. Gao Zhuo was startled when he heard this and thought to himself: "Hey, you are not here to investigate the case? What happened?"
Half a day, are you here to cash out??"
However, after Gao Zhuo complained briefly in his heart, his heart stopped and he thought carefully about whether that was cashing out. Too many things in this era have been buried.
Many treasures are regarded as rubbish. If you can really find one or two treasures, these antiques are nothing.
"Yeah!"
When Gao Zhuo thought of this, he quickly rummaged through the prop book and took out some strange-looking things and put them on the table for reference by the antique dealers.
Now Zhang San and the others were so happy on the spot that they walked closer and started to look.
After looking around for a long time, they immediately began to hide aside and discuss among themselves.
After they stood up, they saw Sun Ding's mother and son walking up. The two of them first looked at Xu Tong, and the woman first raised her hand towards Xu Tong: "It turns out that senior is interested in folk customs and foreign objects.
But there is something that seniors might as well take a look at."
The woman took out a small red cloth bag from the small bag at hand and handed it to Xu Tong.
Xu Tongzhuang looked at it pretendingly, clasped the bag in the palm of his hand, quickly threw it into the prop book, and then took it out in the blink of an eye. The whole process was so fast that it caught people by surprise. To outsiders, it seemed like he was just throwing the bag into the prop book.
Just a turn of the palm.
At that moment, Xu Tong only saw an entry in the prop book that needed to be appraised. Obviously, this thing did have some value.
But he wasn't sure what it was.
"Pass the bag, it's something from Luzhou." At this time, the man sitting at the door glanced at Xu Tong's hand and said, "The wedding custom in Luzhou is that during the wedding, the bride slowly walks into the door of her husband's house.
Each red bag is passed forward in turn with the footsteps of the bride, so it is called passing bag."
After finishing speaking, the man took another look at the stitches on the bag and saw that the bag had not been opened yet. He couldn't help but ask, "You didn't open this bag?"
The woman was startled and looked back at the man sitting at the door. Unexpectedly, there was an expert sitting here. She nodded: "We collected this from an old man's house when we passed by Hefei. What is in it?"
I didn’t say anything, they just sold it to us cheaply. I saw that the bag was so good that I didn’t want to open it.”
"A good thing is a top-notch embroiderer. In the past, there would be some gold and silver treasures in the bag, which meant that the family's wealth would be passed down from generation to generation. Ordinary people would put some copper coins, or at worst, some nuts.
It’s something, but the embroidery work on this bag is so good. It’s made of Shu brocade material and Su embroidery work. No matter how bad it is inside, it’s still golden melon seeds.”
"So, don't we make a profit?"
The woman's eyes lit up and she looked at the pass bag in her hand with anticipation.
Even Zhang San and others looked at the small pass bag in the woman's hand, and their eyes suddenly became hot.
"It is said to be so, but there is another theory." However, at this time, the man suddenly changed his voice, stared at the bag and said: "If this family has been very unlucky recently and the elderly in the family are about to die of illness, they will hold a party.
When good things happen, happy things happen. At this time, people who are thoughtful will distribute the passing bags to everyone. There will be some bad things in them. If anyone opens them, they may be plagued by bad luck."
After hearing this, when everyone looked at the small pass bag again, their expressions became unnatural.
The man's implication was clearly to remind the woman that among the two possibilities, the latter was very likely. After all, if you think about it, you should know that since you are a local, you must know the custom of passing the bag. Why?
Selling it without opening it to see what's inside doesn't make it clear that there's something wrong with it, and it's trying to trick outsiders.
For a moment, the woman's face changed, as if she was startled. As soon as her hand loosened, the bag fell from her hand, and Xu Tong reached out and grabbed it in his palm.
Taking advantage of the woman's confusion, he threw the bag into the props book. This time, the props book immediately showed an entry about the bag.
【Pass the bag】
Don't open it, don't open it, don't open it...
After opening the bag, you will be attacked by the resentful spirits inside, but if you can destroy the resentful spirits, you may have a surprise.
"interesting!"
Looking at the entries in the props book, Xu Tong immediately became happy. This is a folk blind box of feelings, so he took out the bag again, put it in his hand and said: "It's interesting, I want this thing, this
You can choose one of the several paintings. Oh, you can’t open it and look at it. The one you pick is the one.”
The woman's eyes lit up, and her son Sun Ding clenched his fists excitedly. He hesitated after looking at the scrolls on the table, then grabbed one of the scrolls. Everyone gathered around and opened it to take a look.
"Lying in the snow looking for plum blossoms!!"
Zhang San almost jumped at this painting when he saw it. It was a painting by Zhao Mengfu, a great master of the Yuan Dynasty, and his signature Songxue Taoist could not be wrong.
Zhang San was so excited that he almost jumped up. This thing can be called a national treasure, but it was actually exchanged for a small bag??
Now people like Zhang San felt as uncomfortable as if they were being pricked with needles.
As an audience member, Zhang San was so excited, not to mention Sun Ding and his son, whose hands were shaking with excitement.
"Fake!"
Unexpectedly, the man standing at the door glanced at it and immediately concluded that this thing was fake.
"impossible!!"
Zhang San's voice suddenly became louder: "I have been playing with antiques for most of my life. I can tell if they are genuine or not at a glance. Just by looking at the color of the paper, it cannot be fake."
"The paper is real, the painting is fake. Just cut out twelve copies of a piece of paper, take out the top three layers and sell them separately, add a layer of rice paper, and then put the fake ones in. This is not what you often do.
What?"
As soon as the man said this, Zhang San and the others were stunned for a moment. They climbed over the painting carefully and saw some clues: "Fake!!"
Zhang San's face turned red for a moment. It didn't matter if he got slapped in the eye. The feeling of being slapped in the face in public made him very unhappy.
"Fake? If it's fake, why put it here??"
Sun Ding's face looked a little unhappy, but the woman immediately put the painting away. Even if it was fake, this painting was worth a lot, and the fake method was better than her passing bag.
But Sun Ding still looked at the white porcelain piece on the table unwillingly.
Xu Tong sat aside and watched. Seeing that Sun Ding's eyes never left the piece of white porcelain, he coughed twice and said to the woman: "I heard that there was a Buddha head murder case some time ago, but the Buddha statue was...
It disappeared in the evidence room. If anyone can find the Buddha statue, I will give him this bowl."
Chen Jian was sitting aside. Hearing this, he couldn't help but turn around and look at Xu Tong. He thought, shouldn't he provide clues and let us find them ourselves?
When the stone Buddha was mentioned, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and the eyes of Sun Ding and his son also became strange. Sun Ding hesitated and wanted to speak, but the woman quietly held his hand.
Seeing that the mother and son were making no move, Xu Tong stopped talking nonsense: "Today's exchange meeting was a bit rushed. Everyone must not be ready yet. Let's come back tomorrow night."
After saying that, he asked Chen Jian and Gao Zhuo to put away their things, and planned to go back to the master to learn the importance of Baishankou. A side mission was not worth the effort.
If Sun Ding and his son really wanted it, they would help him figure out the matter about the stone Buddha, otherwise he would rather smash all these things than give it to them.
When they got to the door, Wang Gong had already handed over the prepared soup pot. Xu Tong was holding the soup pot and was about to leave. At this time, a shout suddenly came from behind.
As soon as he turned around, he saw the master appraiser walking up, which surprised Xu Tong. This 'guest' could open a mouth when appraising antiques, but he was usually taciturn.
Today he took the initiative to come to me. Could it be that he was overthinking it?
The man walked up to Xu Tong, made a few gestures and said, "That money model is the one with a hole in it. I can fix it!"
"Bang~~~"
When the man finished speaking, Wang Gong on the side didn't understand what was going on. He saw the soup pot in Xu Tong's hand falling to the ground with a thud. Looking at Xu Tong again, he saw Xu Tong's eyes shining brightly.
Staring at this master appraiser, his expression was like that of a centuries-old pervert seeing a peerless beauty.
