As the Spring Festival approaches, the antique city has a hot crowd and the scenes are crowded.

First, it is work holidays, and people who work from 9 to 5 on weekdays have free time, and second, it is more popular to give gifts during the Chinese New Year to buy unique antiques.

Tang Xin stood on the first floor of the Antique City, which was like a vegetable market, with pavilions arranged in a row, including mahogany furniture, porcelain wood carvings, ancient coins, calligraphy and paintings, etc.

If you want to go to a high-end or famous antique shop, please go up to the second floor or above.

Looking at the people who are all kinds of people, Tang Xin was a little out of place. Perhaps he was leisurely and leisurely than the public who visited the antique market, he had to be very energetic and keep sounding the alarm for himself: calm down!

At least you should invest calmly. Whether you can be wise is hard to say whether you can rely solely on your brain and the computer in your hands, but with the help of cheating props, it will increase his success rate.

At first glance, the noisy scene was in Tang Xin's eyes. It was no exaggeration to say that what he saw was a trap and a bubble!

Excluding contemporary celebrity calligraphy and paintings and art works that have investment value in collections, the antique market products should be increasingly rare, because not everyone is interested in buying low and selling high, and collection and appreciation still occupies a lot of them.

It is impossible for antiques to be bought by collectors today, and one hundred pieces will be unearthed somewhere tomorrow.

Although whenever the society is in turmoil, there are always a large number of antiques and cultural relics missing, or they are carried away by nobles, or buried by wealthy families and treasures, antiques are vaguely expensive, which is why they have auctioned for record-breaking auctions.

Just as the international collectors often hear antique frauds, the scammers are constantly using them to make a fuss about the Nazis when they swept across Europe. Famous works of royal goods and amazing works of art that have long disappeared were used to make up stories to make up fakes.

Perhaps Hitler did hide the wealth of the looted countries somewhere, either sinking it in the sea or burying it under a certain mountain range.

But scammers often use people's yearning for lost masterpieces to show off their skills.

The same is true for Tang Xin's current market, but those vendors who tempt customers to buy cannot produce sensational and explosive works, but learning some unofficial history and miscellaneous notes can develop imagination and create a story that people hear vividly but full of loopholes, adding legends and value space to their products.

Take out the netbook and the chronograph from the leisure bag. Tang Xin held the netbook with one hand and placed the chronograph in a corner of the keyboard, so that he could block others' vision and thought he was using the computer to query relevant information.

Many people around him looked ridiculous when they saw Tang Xin's actions.

It seems that his action has revealed that he is an outsider.

He is an amateur!

This is a frank admission. No matter how others think of him, he will not pretend to be an expert.

After carefully scanning the situation in the antique market, Tang Xin prepared to take action, and before the action, he analyzed it.

When this market is popular, it is no exaggeration to say that 90% of the goods do not have investment value, that is, bubbles. When you buy them back, you can only use them as a handicraft decoration. The appreciation space is ignored.

The remaining 10%, more than 9.9%, is worth the money, and many collectors even have perverts in their psychopathy, thinking that their things are so precious that they ask for a huge price.

Products less than 0.1% or even lower are good things that are buried without a keen eye. What Tang Xin wants to focus on is these "missings"!

Tang Xin first eliminated the pavilion surrounded by crowds. After his clear thinking, he looked at the market scene, as if it was completely different. He knew where to go.

Most of the customers who visit buy small gifts to give to others, so there is few people selling antique furniture. This is the first place Tang Xin walked by.

A row of stalls with Ming and Qing furniture signs came into view. As soon as Tang Xin walked into the aisle, the young man selling the Eight Immortals Table enthusiastically started selling to him.

"Sir, come here to take a look. Look, we are all good products."

After saying that, the young man pointed at the Eight Immortals table beside him, and said with confidence: "Look, the Qing Dynasty carved cypress wood and the golden nanmu inlaid wood are only three thousand. If you like it, I will give you a discount and make friends."

Tang Xin looked up and down at the Eight Immortals Table. He could not see any other experts' skills except for his ancient charm.

Seeing that Tang Xin seemed interested, the young man became a little more enthusiastic. Who asked Tang Xin to wear Hermes windbreaker? This man relies on clothes and horses and saddles. If Tang Xin was dressed poorly, the young man would probably not look at him directly.

The young man slapped another Eight Immortals table and said loudly: "The Qing Dynasty ginkgo wood and longevity peach carvings, do you like it? It's also three thousand, but the same thing, I can give you a friend a price of 10% off, two thousand seven."

Tang Xin blinked his eyes, and the young man's eager smile made him embarrassed, thinking: I just look like Kaizi?

He raised his smile and reached out to the young man to compare, signaling him to wait first.

Tang Xin typing on the keyboard began to search for relevant information, and secretly used a date machine to scan the eight-immortal tables.

It is normal for the Eight Immortals Table in the Qing Dynasty to sell for several thousand yuan, but Tang Xin raised his eyes and stared at the young man. The other party's expression was really admirable.

This year, this Eight Immortals Table is less than a year long!

Tang Xin resisted the urge to curse.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the young man hurried forward and said, "Hey, sir, don't leave. I have good goods here. If you think these cheap goods are unappreciated, I have more high-end ones here, but they are too expensive and difficult to take out. The Qing Dynasty golden nanmu Ming-style Eight Immortals Table, 30,000. Are you interested?"

Tang Xin was very suspicious that this guy had taken the wrong medicine. He thought he had a high vision and wanted a high price.

Just as he was about to go back to the absolute square, Tang Xin's eyes were attracted by the pen holder on the Eight Immortals table. The pen holder also looked wooden, with a shape like the spreading wings of a big roll, and the carving was very delicate.

He reached out and pointed to the pen holder and said, "Take it and I'll take a look."

When the young man looked back at the pen holder, he was immediately depressed. No one cared about the thing since he was doing business in the antique city, and he didn't remember which one was taken back in a small town in the suburbs of Tianhai.

He handed the pen holder to Tang Xin, and the young man was still selling: "Sir, if you don't like the Eight Immortals Table, I still have screens here. What type of screen do you like? Do you like Huanglong Jade Water Grass Flowers? Are you interested in the Liule Geisha printed on the Tang Dynasty? It's pleasing to the eyes at home. To be honest, I still have furniture screens from the Ming Dynasty, which are a bit expensive, at least 500,000."

Tang Xin was unmoved and typing on the keyboard. The calm expression on his face did not mean that his heart was also unhappy.

The pen holder is a year away, which makes his heart beat violently. If the young man who was whispering could notice the obvious changes in Tang Xin's upper neck artery, it would be able to penetrate Tang Xin's excitement now.

527 years!

Tang Xin thought about it carefully and found that this thing was from the Hongzhi or Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty!

There are no obvious flaws, which can be called intact.

"How much does that Eight Immortals Table cost? There is also this pen holder and a screen."

When the young man saw the Eight Immortals Table and Screen that Tang Xin pointed at, he smiled and said, "Sir, you are so tasteful! Look, the screen printed with Guanghanwu is printed, the price of a friend is 8,000! This cypress Eight Immortals Table is also 2,000 yuan! That pen holder is 800 yuan."

He looked forward to it for a long time to see if Tang Xin wanted a screen or an Eight Immortals table. As a result, Tang Xin drew eight bills from his leisure bag and stuffed them to him, and casually said, "I want the pen holder. I've made you a friend, goodbye to my friend."

After throwing the pen holder into the casual bag, Tang Xin waved his hand without looking back. The young man held the banknotes in his hand for a long time but couldn't come back to his senses.

You must know that Tang Xin wants to buy a pen holder, so he will definitely not say anything casually!

Tang Xin continued to walk forward and looked at the antique furniture around him. To be honest, even if he could find good things here, the items were too big and difficult to carry, so he felt it was a little troublesome.

Just as he was about to walk out of this road to another pavilion, Tang Xin was attracted by a pavilion selling wood carvings.

There are various natural wood carvings on the ground, which are quite similar to abstract art. Tang Xin squatted down and came to see it. He decided not to believe in his own eyes, or to believe in science.

The seller is a middle-aged man, sitting calmly and smoking a cigarette, his eyes locked on Tang Xin like a pool of stagnant water.

Tang Xin didn't care about him, picked up the wood carvings one by one and put them on the keyboard. In fact, he used a date measuring machine to measure the age. He suddenly raised his head in surprise, looked at the stall owner, and asked, "What are the prices?"

The man spitted out smoke and said lightly: "One thousand one."

Tang Xin put down the wood carvings in his hand and stared at nearly twenty natural wood carvings.

The stall owner thought he thought it was expensive and had no intention of reducing the price. He still smoked a cigarette and looked leisurely.

To be honest, the pedestrians who see him as the stall owner would probably not stop to patronize his business. He looks average and his expression is very disgusting.

Tang Xin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Ancestral inheritance."

"Ancestor..."

Tang Xin counted the number of wood carvings on the ground, eighteen, took out 18,000 yuan from his bag and handed it to the other party.

"I want it all."

The stall owner was stunned with the cigarette in his arms. He caught his hands and woke up. He asked uncertainly: "I want it all?"

Tang Xinyang raised two stacks of banknotes, and after the other party caught them and started counting the money, he put the wood carvings into his leisure bag one by one.

Good guy, all of these are between two hundred and three hundred years ago, and that is what the Qing Dynasty did.

After the money was cleared, Tang Xin was carrying a heavy casual bag and was in a heavy mood.

It is hard to say whether the 18,000 spent is worth it, but this is the joy of investment.

Where can I make a profit in the world?

There was no more attractive things to be found in the market. Tang Xin walked up the stairs to the second floor. There were many shops here, but it was not as noisy as the second floor. There were a wide range of jade, calligraphy, painting, gold, silver and bronze ware and other products.
Chapter completed!