The thick and dense morning fog had completely dissipated under the sunlight.

The winter sunshine shines on this bustling and crowded antique market with lightness and elegance, giving people a different feeling.

Fang Feiyang took out his cell phone and saw that it was not yet eleven o'clock. He decided to wander along the street stalls on both sides for a while before going to the train station in the afternoon.

As the weather cleared up and the thick fog dispersed, more and more people rushed to this small antique market from all directions. Many of them seemed to be in ordinary clothes and plain appearance, and some even looked like factory workers at first glance.

.But knowledgeable street vendors all know that among these people there are many invisible rich people in high positions.

They may not pay much attention to appearance, but they are sincerely interested in collecting antiques.

They don’t necessarily have to pursue millions or tens of millions of national treasures. As long as they can identify old items with historical accumulation from ordinary items, they can also be happy. Of course, everyone’s collection field is different.

Some play with ancient porcelain, some like to collect coins, and some are obsessed with the four treasures of the study. Each has its own interests.

The bustling flow of people is full of people as far as the eye can see. There are also people with bad motives who fish in troubled waters. They are the local snakes of Tianjin Wei, clever thieves who specialize in picking out tourists from other places. However, with Fang Feiyang’s current skills and alertness

, it would be even harder for ordinary thieves to take advantage of him.

I walked past more than a dozen street stalls, and all I saw were crude, nondescript imitations, and some were imagined by the counterfeiters themselves. These things can only deceive curious laymen and discerning players.

Just look at him and put him aside.

Fang Feiyang walked around leisurely, taking a look at the stall on the left, then turned around and took a look at the stall on the right.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in Fang Feiyang's sight again.

"Hey, isn't this the old gentleman from just now? Why did we bump into each other again while walking... What is this called? Is this fate, or are we enemies on the same road?"

Fang Feiyang didn't know how to describe it, but for some reason, he followed him unexpectedly.

The old gentleman had his back to Fang Feiyang, and he probably didn't notice that there was a familiar "friend" behind him.

At this moment, Fang Feiyang felt guilty as a thief. It seemed that he had enjoyed "cutting off the beard" just now. Now he looked back and saw if there was still such an opportunity.

I saw the old man in front of me coming to a stall. This stall seemed to occupy a larger area than the other stalls. The gray tarpaulin was filled with all kinds of bottles and cans. There were huge bottles for appreciation.

Standing in the center, it has a blue and white pattern of Guiguzi going down the mountain.

Needless to say, this thing is 100% an imitation handicraft. The real Guiguzi Xiashan Yuan blue and white jar is a national first-class cultural relic and can be called a peerless Yuan blue and white treasure. It was once sold at a Christie's auction in London for more than 15 million pounds, equivalent to

RMB 230 million.

And this street stall trading place doesn't look like it can handle 230 million unique treasures.

Fang Feiyang also came to the stall. There were several buyers interested in porcelain between him and the old man, and they were bargaining with the stall owner.

Now that you have been taken to a porcelain stall, keep your eyes open to see what good stuff you can find here. After all, the ID that Fang Feiyang carries with him clearly states in black and white that he is also a senior porcelain appraisal expert of the Collectors Association.

Past practical actions also prove that he is a master who has made big mistakes in the field of porcelain.

Fang Feiyang was very interested. He picked up the porcelain cups, porcelain plates, plum vases, colorful bowls, and general jars that were placed one by one on the oilcloth, and inspected them one by one. They were all good, with beautiful and elegant shapes.

The stall was guarded by a middle-aged couple. They seemed to be quite honest and honest businessmen. They told the customers around them that the high-quality imitation antique porcelain sold here was purchased from Jingdezhen, and the prices were reasonable. Based on the size of the vessel and its appearance, the price was reasonable.

The selling price is basically between 100 yuan and 500 yuan.

Fang Feiyang looked at several of them in succession, wondering whether he should spend a little money to buy a high-imitation porcelain to play with. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the old gentleman was not far away from him, and there were two busy buyers separated from him.

Home.

He stretched his neck and took a look at the old man's position.

"Hey, I met a 'noble man' when I went out today. How come every time someone comes to charge me?"

Boss Fangda exclaimed.

Because he saw the old man not far away, holding a medium-sized small bowl in his hand. The mouth of the bowl was painted like black stone, the mouth of the bowl was very shallow, and the base was not high, about five or six millimeters in height.

At first glance, it looks a bit like the kind used by knights in costume dramas to drink heavily.

This jet black and shiny small bowl is different from other porcelain on display in the stall. The black color of its body is a kind of glaze color, which is the result of firing. Moreover, it exudes a sense of simplicity and simplicity.

Two meters away, Fang Feiyang looked at the old gentleman with his peripheral vision and saw that he still had the same expression as before and used the same tactics. He was obviously interested in this small bowl and was critical of the value of the porcelain bowl.

However, this middle-aged couple is kind-hearted and easy to talk to, but they are not good at being competitive with their customers. After several haggling, the landlady agreed to take away the porcelain bowl for only 80 yuan.

However, the old gentleman was not satisfied yet and insisted on lowering the price to fifty yuan.

Fang Feiyang was not anxious at this moment, but chose to watch the show calmly. At the same time, he had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Is this a coincidence? Is it fate? Is it God's will? He actually ruined other people's good deeds twice in a row. Let a person with super

How unbecoming would it be for a treasure appraiser with extraordinary abilities to compete with an ordinary old man for his job?

Sure enough, the old gentleman repeated his old trick again, shook his head and put down the small black stone bowl, stood up and wanted to leave.

Fang Feiyang waited until his butt had just lifted up, saw the right moment, and shouted to the two buyers next to him: "Hey, hello, I'm borrowing the light for a while."

Boss Fang spoke in a long tone, imitating the Beijing accent, turned around and squeezed to the old gentleman's seat, and picked up this short bowl with peace of mind.

"Lady boss, I'll give you eighty. I'll take this bowl."

Just when Boss Fang was taking out the money, the old gentleman from before had already moved behind him.

When Fang Feiyang stood up again, he saw an old face with an evil expression facing him. The old man was not calm this time, and Pi Liyangqiu snorted: "Young man, did you do this on purpose?"

Fang Feiyang knew that the old gentleman had an opinion, so he explained: "How can you not, don't get me wrong, this is my first time visiting the antique market in Tianjin Wei, and I never expected that by such a coincidence, I would have different eyesight from the old gentleman.

Conspiring together."

Hearing this, the old man said nothing, but a cold light flashed deep in his eyes.

This vague cold light contained a hint of anger, a hint of hostility, and a deeply hidden murderous intent.

Although it only flashed for a thousandth of a second, it was still captured by Fang Feiyang with his keen senses. Since he put on the homemade thunder stone bead chain, in addition to his greatly improved touch sensing ability, he can also get close range

The ability to sense out of thin air.

At the same time, Fang Feiyang's ability to capture external information was also improved. At that moment, the old man's reaction made Fang Feiyang extremely uncomfortable, especially the fleeting look in his eyes.

How could such a look appear in the eyes of an old man? At this moment, Fang Feiyang felt deeply wary of this old gentleman.

Fortunately, the old gentleman did not have any dispute with Fang Feiyang. Then he just vented his emotions on his face, turned around and walked away angrily.

"Strange, could I have seen it wrong? There is no difference between the other party and the many retired old workers here! Sigh... It seems that I did not do enough in today's matter. I snatched things from an old man, and his life is not the same.

easy..."

After two "cut offs", Boss Fang felt a little uneasy about his conscience and fell into self-blame.

But if Fang Feiyang knew the true identity of this old gentleman, I'm afraid our boss Fang would not think so.
Chapter completed!