After entering December, Yanjing finally ushered in the first heavy snowfall of 1995. This year it was particularly cold. After three days of heavy snowfall, the snow did not melt, but it brought a lot of fun to people.
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Children were busy building snowmen and having snowball fights on the streets. From time to time, they would see people riding bicycles, which caused a burst of gloating laughter. The entire Forty-Nine City presented a landscape covered in plain clothes and silver.
On a not very spacious street, the snow on the ground was swept clean, and even the icing on the eaves of the shops on both sides was knocked off.
Both sides of the street are lined with various second-hand stalls. Each stall owner's face is red with cold, wearing a hat that can cover his ears, rubbing his hands and loudly soliciting customers.
In the early 1990s, antique markets across the country were basically called flea markets. The word 老 equals the word 老. Only old objects can be called antiques. Therefore, when many people say whether antiques are authentic or fake, they also
I like to call it an old thing.
The same is true here. Whether it is the stalls on the ground or the shops behind the stalls, they all sell coins, jades, porcelain, pottery, and some bronzes with simple shapes. Anyway, they all look like old things at first glance.
As for calligraphy and painting stalls, there are very few. The weather is really not suitable for setting up stalls. Regardless of real or fake paintings, they will become worthless if they get wet.
Not to mention, I wonder if it was suppressed by the heavy snow that fell for three consecutive days. There are quite a lot of people on this street. There are old men wearing military coats and glasses, as well as fashionable girls and boys, all wearing glasses.
They travel here for different purposes.
Today is Saturday, and there are no classes in school. Yu Qingya and Ye Tian originally made an appointment to take a walk on campus, but Wei Rongrong found out about it, and she had to live and die as a light bulb. Ye Tian thought about it and just took them for a walk.
Panjiayuan.
As early as last year, Ye Tian often heard his father say that Panjiayuan in Yanjing City has developed rapidly in the past two years and has almost become the largest antique market in the country, and people in the industry often find items there.
nice one.
My father refused to go to Yanjing City due to a mental illness, but Ye Tian was not so particular. He also learned a lot of antique appraisal knowledge from the old Taoist, and maybe he could get some valuable items.
Wei Rongrong was sneaking around in the crowd with an excited look on her face, followed by Xu Zhennan with a bitter look on her face. However, as soon as Miss Wei turned around, she was guaranteed to see a bright spring face.
"Rong Rong, run slower. Hey, that place selling snuff bottles is pretty good. Let's take a look..."
After shopping for less than an hour, Xu Zhennan was already exhausted from the torment. He had never thought that shopping with a woman would be such a physically demanding thing.
However, Boss Xu's efforts in the past few months have not been in vain. Although the two have not yet confirmed their relationship, they can sometimes secretly pull down Little Pepper's little hand.
"Ye Tian, how do you know there is such a place? There are so many interesting things..."
Wei Rongrong just spent eighty yuan to buy a set of comic books that were 80% new and held them in her chest like a treasure with her cotton-gloved hands.
Although she doesn't collect comic books, she couldn't help but buy them when she saw these things that reminded her of childhood.
After hearing what Wei Rongrong said, Ye Tian put back the snuff bottle he was playing with and said with a smile: "My dad is in the antique business. Although he has never been here, he has heard people talk about it..."
"Little brother, I appreciate your family background..."
The stall owner had sharp ears and was very knowledgeable. He introduced himself to a few people, "To be honest with you, you are right to come here to look for things. Don't look at our Panjiayuan 92
The market only started to form in 2008, but now, I would like to ask you all in Yanjing City, is there any place bigger than Panjiayuan?"
"The construction started in 1992, no wonder I didn't know..."
Wei Rongrong was considered an authentic old Yanjing, but the places she heard about most were places like the Dashilan Overpass. If Ye Tian hadn't brought her here, she would have never known about it.
"Hey, miss, you don't know. Have you seen that bridge? It's called Panjiayuan Bridge. It used to be a ghost market, but it gradually developed into the current antique market. Do you guys want to...
Buy a snuff bottle and go back to play with it?"
After introducing the history of Panjiayuan to Ye Tian and others, the buddy picked up an enamel snuff bottle and started selling it, "Did you see it? It was used by Emperor Qianlong. Buy it back and sell it in a few years. I'm sure the price will be doubled."
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"Really? This snuff bottle is so beautiful..."
Wei Rongrong was about to reach out to pick it up as she spoke, but was unexpectedly stopped by Ye Tian, "Brother, just put it on the ground and we can take a look..."
"Haha, little brother is an expert, are you afraid that we might get into trouble? Okay, I'll put it on the ground, and you can watch it..."
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the young man setting up the stall smiled a little awkwardly. Although he had no intention of cheating, he was inevitably a little embarrassed when a customer pointed out the irregularities.
"This thing is so beautiful, boss, how much does it cost?"
Girls are naturally fond of these bottles and jars. In addition, the snuff bottles in this stall are indeed well-painted, integrating calligraphy, painting, engraving, inlaying, polishing and other skills. Wei Rongrong couldn't bear to put them down after picking them up.
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"Two thousand, this is something used by Emperor Qianlong. Sister, if you buy it back, you can put it on the table with style..."
After hearing what Wei Rongrong said, the guy smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed to slits, and he opened his mouth and asked for two thousand yuan. Along with it, he also gave the title of Emperor Qianlong, which was identified by an unknown expert.
"Two thousand?" Wei Rongrong pondered for a moment, "Is it from the Qianlong period?"
Miss Wei didn't think 2,000 yuan was expensive, but she had some doubts about the stall owner's statement. She also knew that at least 90% of the antiques her father bought were fake.
"Hey, of course it belongs to Emperor Qianlong. Look at the craftsmanship of this copper enamel painting. It is the craftsmanship of the authentic palace manufacturing office. It has not opened yet in this cold weather. I only charge the cost of 2,000 yuan..."
Seeing that Wei Rongrong really wanted to buy it, the stall owner got excited and pointed at the snuff bottle in Wei Rongrong's hand. He was talking about the white gas and smear flying out of it. He didn't even mention that Emperor Qianlong used it.
It only lived to be over eighty years old.
Wei Rongrong was a little unsure and asked: "Then...if I find out it's fake when I go back, can I come back and change it?"
"This... this..." The stall owner didn't expect Wei Rongrong to ask such a layman's question, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
"Okay, Senior Sister Wei, please take a rest for a while..."
Ye Tian couldn't stand it. She was such a stupid lady. She actually wanted to take something back and exchange it for something she bought at the antique market?
Not to mention taking it back to have it appraised by someone, even if you paid here and then turned around and said you bought it at this stall, no one would admit it.
"Little brother, you are knowledgeable. We...we really don't have those rules..."
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the stall owner laughed. Although it is easy for outsiders to fool people, sometimes people who don't understand the rules make trouble, which is quite troublesome.
Therefore, the general prospective customers in the antique business are those who are new to the industry. In the eyes of the stall owner, the young-looking Ye Tian is such a dabbler.
"Yes, it's all about one's discernment when shopping for things. Of course, there is no way to take them back and exchange them..." Ye Tian nodded, fully agreeing with the stall owner's words.
Ye Tian's words made the stall owner smile. He slapped his thigh hard and said, "See, I'll tell you that this little brother is a sensible person.
Come on, don’t give up 2,000. Make a friend today. You can take the 1,800 and I’ll find you a box to wrap it up. Look at this box, it’s worth at least fifty yuan..."
While the stall owner was talking, he took out a box wrapped in red silk from the bamboo basket under his buttocks, took the snuff bottle and put it inside, making Ye Tian dumbfounded.
"No, don't bother me, brother, if this is really a snuff bottle from the Qianlong period, then I will buy it, but..."
Ye Tian glanced around and lowered his voice and said, "But when did the things from the Wu's Kiln in Tangshan, Hebei Province become the manufacturing office of the Qing court?"
Ye Dongping was in this business. Although Ye Tian didn't have much contact with him, he had a good mind and kept the purchase locations of some items in his mind. From the first time he saw this snuff bottle, Ye Tian was fascinated by it.
I know its origin.
"This...this, yes, I have met someone who understands. How about you guys go away..."
After hearing Ye Tian's words, the buddy immediately understood. All the talk he had just been doing was in vain. Others had already revealed the place where the goods were purchased. This business was completely ruined.
"Hey, you... aren't you lying?" Wei Rongrong refused. If it weren't for Ye Tian, she didn't know how her father would scold her if she bought it back.
"I didn't ask you to talk like this. Firstly, you didn't buy it. Secondly, this is a consensual transaction. How can you call it a lie?"
After hearing Wei Rongrong's words, the young stall owner refused. His look like the big brother next door just now suddenly became ferocious, as if Wei Rongrong would not let her go until she made it clear.
The most taboo word in the antique shop is the word "cheating". You can say something is real or fake, but you can't just say that the seller is cheating. This is a bit of a scam.
"Why did you think of bringing her here..."
Seeing the scene just now, Ye Tian couldn't help but smile bitterly, and quickly winked at Yu Qingya and Xu Zhennan, asking them to take Wei Rongrong away. For a layman, it would be incomprehensible to say it once, and it would be embarrassing to say it too much.
Just when Ye Tian wanted to step forward to smooth things over, a middle-aged man from a stall next to him said: "Bingzi, ok, this little girl doesn't know how to do it. How serious are you? Let me tell you, let's go...
