"Just follow grandpa and watch the fun later. Don't talk too much. The flashlight can only shine on things, not people's faces. Do you understand?"
"If you like something, tell your grandpa and he will help you bid. In the ghost market, people use hand gestures to bargain, and few people talk."
"Also, when others are looking at something, you can't ask the price or get started."
Before entering, Professor Yan gave one final warning: "I really like it, don't hesitate."
Manshu nodded, indicating that he understood.
The grandfather and grandson entered the ghost market. Manshu held a flashlight and did not look around.
The things here are so many and complicated that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Manshu only followed Professor Yan to see the world and had no intention of taking action.
Moreover, there are a lot of modern handicrafts, and everyone is not a fool. Some stalls are basically only visited by tourists.
Walking further in, there were broken antiques on some stalls, but those things were all incomplete.
This stall is run by an old man. He looks very old. His face is covered with wrinkles and his hands are as dry as chicken feet.
But his eyes are extremely sharp and he looks like a ruthless character.
Professor Yan obviously knew this stall owner.
He knelt down and said hello to the old man.
There were many people looking at the goods nearby, and some were even bargaining with the old man using gestures.
Manshu was surprised. After a long time, her eyes were attracted by a dressing box.
The dressing box doesn't look big, it's an old item, and it's actually made of huanghuali wood, which is not cheap.
The pattern is somewhat ruined and cannot be seen clearly. It is covered with red paint. The box has eight square rows and round feet that follow the shape. The coloring on the box is gorgeous. The more you look at it, the more you feel that this box is an antique.
Manshu knelt down and opened the eight-treasure box. The top layer of the box was opened, revealing a dressing mirror.
The mirror is very clear, and it doesn't look like something particularly old.
Opening the drawers on eight sides, it is obvious that the daughter's jewelry and cosmetics are placed inside.
There's nothing to see here.
Originally, the box was old and looked like an antique.
But that mirror was too new, at most it was an object from the Republic of China period.
Maybe they thought this eight-treasure box was old, so many people looked at it, but few bid on it.
"Do you like this?" Professor Yan glanced at his granddaughter.
There were obvious signs of being pressed on the lid of this eight-treasure box. He suspected that someone had used it to pad the corner of the table.
Therefore, even though this dressing box is made of huanghuali wood, it is not particularly valuable.
So what if it was once exquisitely crafted, but it was not well preserved and the patterns on it were all ruined.
Professor Yan thinks this thing is a pity. Unlike others, he is not short-sighted and thinks it is an old thing.
However, antiquities are also divided into three, six or nine grades.
If this eight-treasure box is not properly stored, its value will be greatly reduced.
Besides, if the little girl buys it, it can only be used for collection and cannot be displayed in her own room, so she might as well not have it.
Manshu's eyes flashed slightly. The reason why she stared at it was naturally not because of its workmanship or anything.
There was a faint treasure light floating on this eight-treasure box, and Manshu could see it just by looking at his Qi.
Her Dantian was about to move, obviously trying to absorb the spiritual energy from it.
Manshu nodded towards Professor Yan and expressed that he wanted it.
Professor Yan asked the price, and the shrewd old man compared the numbers. Professor Yan frowned and shook his head.
The two of them bargained with gestures and finally got it.
Twenty thousand?
Manshu transferred money to Professor Yan without even blinking.
She didn't even have time to say that she had to pay the money herself.