High-end hunters often appear in the form of prey.
The head is not boring.
He is a high-end hunter. He once made a trap with 60,000 roses and captured the old lady's "heart".
At their age, they no longer want to do the things that young men and women do, but rather pursue spiritual support. .??.
I asked the boss, what do you like about her? Money? Temperament? Or status?
"vulgar."
He recalled with a smile: "From the first moment I saw her, I felt like I was seeing my first love. Their eyes were very similar."
(Baotou’s first girlfriend happened when he followed Wang Pingling and robbed the Warring States Tomb at Yongnian Smart Mountain. I wrote this story in the extra chapter of the physical book, so I won’t go into it here.)
It was dark the next day, so Boutou and I sent Pickle Girl and the old lady to the airport.
I looked up at the plane whizzing past and stared for several minutes until the plane turned into a small black dot in the sky.
"Head?"
"Head!
"People are gone!"
"Tsk! What's your name? I'm not deaf."
"Yunfeng, have you ever been abroad?"
"Going abroad? No, I've been out of town." I said.
"I don't have one either, and I don't know what it looks like abroad."
He raised his head and looked up at the blue sky and said: "Yunfeng, if one day we quit or have to go abroad to escape, have you ever thought about where you want to go most?"
"Go to Egypt," I said immediately.
"What's the reason?" Duotou asked.
"There is a pyramid. I went to dig a pit, stole the pyramid, and used a Luoyang shovel from the north to pry open the coffin. I heard that the mummy inside is very valuable."
"Get out!"
He slapped me on the head and said, "Can you be successful?"
I still remember very clearly that there was a fruit seller outside the airport at that time. Tou and I bought a bag of bananas and carried them back. At this time, a little foreign girl looked at me and swallowed my saliva and said to her adult, "Mommy, go there."
He took it for granted," and I gave her one.
We didn't leave Luoyang because we still had two things we wanted to do.
The first is to try to find the Ming Dynasty dragon and phoenix sword that Wang Yuanjie wants to find, and the second is to cash in the things he dug from the triple coffin funnel tomb.
I asked around in the industry and found out that there was indeed such a sword. In 1934, after the prince's tomb was stolen by Ma Qida, the sword was collected by Taoist Li from Shifang Temple in Luanchuan. In the 1960s, due to special reasons, Li Taoist The Taoist had to bury the sword.
No one knows exactly where it is buried, not even Wang Yuanjie can find it.
This sword is most likely a Shang Fang sword from the Ming Dynasty.
I have never seen the real thing, but there is a sword of the same model in the museum. The hilt is made of Hotan white jade and gold wire. This sword was given to Li Zicheng by Emperor Chongzhen when he arrived in Shanxi in the 17th year of Chongzhen.
Search for it and find where it is buried. If you can't find it, just ask for a small fortune.
I arranged for Dou Yazai and Brother Yu Xiaoxuan to go to Shifangguan to inquire about the news, while I took a few things with me and went to Luoyang Old Town Antique Market to set up a street stall.
Why set up street stalls?
Actually, it was because I had itchy hands on a whim, and the hotel we stayed in was very close to the old city, just a few hundred meters away.
I don't expect to sell anything, I just play.
I want to look back at the feeling I had when I was selling goods at a stall in Panjiayuan a few years ago. The difference is that I, Xiang Yunfeng, am no longer Wu Xia Amen.
On this Saturday, there were many people in the market, all coming to shop for treasures.
I rented a stall and spread out two tattered newspapers as there was no stall cloth. Then I took my treasures out of my bag and put them on the table.
Squatting on the ground and smoking, looking at all kinds of people.
"Huh? What are you doing?"
"Knife coins, Xin Mang gold and wrong knife, one knife equals five thousand coins." I flicked the ash from my cigarette and said casually.
"Knife coin? I don't understand, but your knife coin looks like new. You can see it's reflective. How much is it? Ten yuan?"
Let's call this kind of person a stupid person. He sees everything in other people's eyes as being worth 10 or 8 dollars.
"How much will it cost? Can you tell me? I see there's a hole in your coin, which can just fit my key."
I flicked the cigarette butt and said: "One hundred million."
"One hundred million? Hell coins, right?"
"Stop making trouble, I really bought it, what's your actual price?"
"One million, real price."
"ill!"
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Half an hour later, a lot of people gathered in front of my stall, most of them watching the excitement, because the items on other stalls only cost dozens, a few yuan, or thousands.
There is nothing in my stall that costs less than 100,000 yuan.
This is the largest antique market in Luoyang, and of course there are experts with good eyesight among them.
, there was a man who grabbed my piece of jade from the Garuda Divine Bird of the Liao Dynasty and refused to let go, and insisted on exchanging his car with me.
I asked him what kind of car?
He said it was a Hutou Ben and it had just been driven a few years ago.
I was afraid that he would take my things and run away, so I took them back and said, "It's a bit different, brother. Two Hutoubens are about the same."
Another young man was talking to me about those Guangxu official kiln plates. He found fault: "Brother, judging from the things you put on display, you should be very capable. This pair of plates of yours are genuine official kiln.
But the dragon pattern is not well drawn, it is too soft and lacks some official spirit."
"That's nonsense!"
I said: "This is originally a second-level official kiln. How much is it worth 100,000 yuan? It's so cheap!"
"The dragon pattern painting is too soft? If it's not soft, is it still a Guangxu official kiln? It's a fake. If you want to bargain, don't be so picky. Do you think I don't understand?"
This man was speechless by my rebuke.
I'm telling the truth. The dragon patterns in official kilns in the late Qing Dynasty are generally painted very weakly. The dragon's body is painted like noodles. In our industry, it is called a noodle dragon. The dragon's claws are weak and the dragon's eyes are drooped and looking down, which makes it look senile.
Before Qianlong's reign, the dragon patterns in the early Qing Dynasty were very fierce. They were not noodles. The dragon's body was twisted together like a spring. The dragon's claws were extremely sharp. The dragon's eyes stared outward, making it extremely ferocious and domineering.
So, if you see unusually ferocious dragon patterns on porcelain from Daoguang, Guangxu, Xuantong, and other eras, don’t worry about it, just raise a question mark, because it transcends the characteristics of that era.
Might be a high imitation.
This guy couldn't talk to me, and after talking for a long time, he bought a plate from me for 40,000 yuan.
He laughed and said, "Brother, can you keep the remaining dishes for me? I don't have that much money now, so I'm going to borrow money right now."
"Come on, whip me, haha."
I took the cigarette and said, "I'll leave you a day or two to go. I'll probably not be in Luoyang anymore."
"Then two days! Within two days! I will definitely come and buy the remaining plates, so be sure to keep them for me!"
"Well, you should do it as soon as possible."
I held a cigarette in my mouth and took out my lighter to light up.
Just started the fire.
"call!"
A bald man about forty years old blew me away with a cold face.
I frowned and lit up again.
"call!"
He blew it out for me again!
I put down the cigarette and said with a cold face: "You're looking for trouble with me, right?" ?”
He said: "Boy, you just came from out of town? Don't you understand the rules?"
"What rules."
He pointed at my stall:
"Listen, I don't care where you come from! This is Luoyang. I have the dragon coiled up for me and the tiger lying down for me. You are not allowed to sell these tens of thousands of things without Boss Song's nod! Understand.
Are you done? This is the rule."
"Not convinced? You don't know who Boss Song is, right?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, I know a few of their brothers. If you don't believe me, just ask."
"know??"
"wait!"
He immediately ran to make a phone call, and after a minute or two, he shouted to me: "What's your name?"
"Just say, it's Shenyan Peak."
He held it and said a few words, then frowned and said, "Boy, are you fucking kidding me? The boss said he doesn't know the God Eye Peak!"
My expression changed.
"Just say you are Silver Fox's apprentice, and your surname is Xiang."
He muttered a few words, and after hanging up the phone, his attitude changed 180 degrees.
"Haha! It turns out to be you, brother! I've seen it a long time ago! You are not an ordinary person!"
"Brother, close the stall quickly. The boss told you not to sell here. Go to his Cultural City to sell. There are plenty there and the boss wants them."
The full name of "Cultural City" is "Luoyang Zongheng Cultural City".
Old Luoyang people born in the 1980s may know that this place is an underground black market for cultural relics run by the Song brothers.
Here, there is only a wall separated from Luoyang Jianxi Branch.
In 2020, Zongheng Cultural City was seized. Also seized was the mobile app of Zongheng Cultural City. This is an auction website. Only those who have obtained an internal invitation code and registered as members can participate in the auction.
It’s similar to Wei Paitang and Xianyu, but here they sell serious cultural relics, including first-class cultural relics and special-grade cultural relics!
Many of them are of the type that can be sentenced to life without a life sentence. Among them, Tang Sancai can only be regarded as mid-range.
I have seen so many good things that I rarely say the word "eye-opening".
But this time I went there, it was really eye-opening.
Let me put it this way, compared to Zongheng Cultural City.
There is not enough to see in the Luoyang City Museum and even the Henan Provincial Museum.
There are so many treasures here that it is a paradise for lovers of underground cultural relics.
