It is noon now, and there are relatively fewer tourists and buyers in Jing'anfang. The shops adjacent to both sides of the street are all antique shops, including those selling calligraphy and paintings, jade, and everything, all kinds of things.

Qin Changsheng had not found anything interesting along the way.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked to the front left. He saw a man riding a tricycle, looking like a waste collector, hurried into a shop with a small bag.

Qin Changsheng looked up and saw that the shop was named Yuxuanzhai. His eyes flashed slightly and he also followed him in.

The Yuxuanzhai is decorated in an ancient style, with antiques from different ages placed everywhere, ranging from calligraphy and paintings to bronze ware to a snuff sinensis.

I wandered around the store for a while, and hesitated for a while before asking, "Boss, are you collecting bowls here?"

"Yes, what bowl, take it out and take a look!" The boss of Yuxuanzhai had long noticed the scrap collector and knew that he was probably here to ship the goods. He said calmly when he heard this.

Qin Changsheng took a look and saw that the boss of Yuxuanzhai had sharp-mouthed cheeks. He looked like a profiteer who ate people and didn't spit bones. Unfortunately, those who collected waste products did not understand physiognomy.

The waste collector nodded and gently placed the bag he carried with him on the table. Then he carefully opened the bag, talked about a navy blue bowl, and brought it out.

Qin Changsheng stood not far away, and looked over with interest.

The bowl mouth is about twelve centimeters in diameter, with a water-blue glaze inside and a dark blue enamel pattern on the outside.

The whole bowl looks very strong, but there is no bump in it, and it seems to be preserved in perfect condition.

The boss of Yuxuanzhai picked up the bowl, weighed it, and then carefully looked at the whole body of the bowl.

After a while, he put the bowl back on the table and said indifferently: "This bowl, in terms of craftsmanship, is a copper-tipped cloisonné enamel cloisonné bowl, but it looks like a fake and is not worth anything at all."

"Boss, do you want to take a closer look? There is a seal under this bowl. It was a bowl from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty." The scrap collector was stunned for a moment and said anxiously.

The boss of Yuxuanzhai shook his head and laughed: "It's really a bowl from the Qianlong era. Do you think you can take it back? I guess you only received it for a few dozen yuan, right?"

The person who collected the scraps suddenly looked embarrassed. He did receive this bowl today, but it didn't cost any money. It was placed in a cardboard box he collected. He thought it might be an antique, so he came to try his luck."

The owner of Yuxuanzhai pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do this, I see that you're so tired when you travel far away. Although this bowl is a fake, it's beautiful in shape. It's still pretty good in my store. I'll give you some hard money for one hundred yuan. What do you think?"

"One hundred?" The waste collector moved his heart, but he didn't show it. He shook his head and said, "One hundred is too little, I can keep it home for dinner."

The boss of Yuxuanzhai's eyes flashed slightly, and he saw at a glance that the person selling the scrap was trying to bargain. He shook his head and smiled: "Then take it home for dinner. I only spent 100 yuan to buy a decoration. If you think it is not suitable, please leave."

"Oh, don't, boss, add more, add more!" The person who collected the rag was immediately grabbed and said with a smile.

The boss sighed and said in pain: "Then, I will add twenty or two to you. This is the most. If you don't want to sell it, I won't force it."

"Okay, then it's 120 yuan, I'll sell it to you!" I was happy when I collected the junk. This was equivalent to picking up 120 yuan for free, and I happily left with the money.

The boss watched the other party leave, sneered and said softly: "Homeboy."

Although this bowl is a fake at first glance, it is also a rare good thing. If you sell it in his store, it will be easy to sell it for thousands of dollars with his perfect tongue. Maybe you will meet a local rich man who is not very smart and can be treated as a genuine product and sell it for hundreds of thousands.

After all, there is no such thing as fakes in the antique world. When you walk into any shop or street stall on the antique street, the 99.9% of the things may be fakes. Even if there are real things, maybe even the boss himself doesn’t know it. Anyway, they sell them as real people. If you buy fakes and throw them into your hands, it can only be said that they have poor eyesight and bad luck.

Moreover, there is another custom in the antique industry, that is, it will not be returned!

Once the transaction is completed, there is no regret medicine.

Just like this bowl, no matter whether it is real or not, if the person who collects rags wants to buy them back from the boss, it will not be as simple as a few hundred yuan.

The owner of the antique shop didn't take this bowl too seriously. He gently wiped the bowl and placed it on an antique shelf, and then started to get busy with other things.

At this time, a few more people came to Yuxuanzhai one after another. The boss began to entertain him enthusiastically, asking questions and bragging about how genuine and good the things in his home were.

Qin Changsheng wandered around the store for a while, then turned around and came to the bowl just now and looked at it carefully.

In fact, as early as the beginning, when he saw the trash outside, Qin Changsheng faintly noticed a trace of unusual aura from the other party's baggage.

At this moment, in his eyes, this bowl was surrounded by a faint historical atmosphere, and he could even capture a trace of unusual imperial aura from this bowl.

What Qin Changsheng can be sure of now is that this bowl must be authentic and an antique from the Qing Dynasty.

Judging from this harsh sense of royal aura, it is very likely that it was an item in the palace back then.

But, it is obviously an antique, why does it look new and look like a fake?

Qin Changsheng had a little confusion on his face, stretched out his fingers, gently touched the bowl, and then he looked stunned.

When the shop owner traded this bowl with scraps before, Qin Changsheng looked at it, and now he was standing in front of the bowl, and he was interested in it.

The owner of the antique shop has been in business for decades and has a very vicious vision. He can tell at a glance that Qin Changsheng has an idea about this bowl.

He put down his things and came over, saying enthusiastically: "Little brother also likes antiques? Young people as old as you are all addicted to some things that are full of flowers and wine. I didn't expect you to have such an elegant hobby, but you are really the best among people!"

This boss came up with a lot of praise.

As a businessman in business, he naturally knows how important it is to a business that the customers who praise are happy.
Chapter completed!