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Chapter 53 The Three Hands

In front of the main hall of the City God's Temple, there is a huge iron incense burner, which is filled with incense worshiped by faithful men and women. There is an incense table in the temple. In front of the incense table, there is a statue of the City God on the altar. Behind it is the "Hundred Sons Picture" of children with different expressions.

"This meeting happens to be during the Spring Festival, which can also be regarded as a folk festival. The entire City God's Temple is even more lively, and the sounds of calling friends are endless.

"Sihui Tower" is open and does not have the body of a general pagoda. The outside landscape can be seen from every floor. After Zhuang Rui waited for the fifth floor, he looked around and had a panoramic view of the surrounding landscape.

There are shopping malls surrounded by towers and a seemingly large central square.

On the northwest side of the tower is the destination of Zhuang Rui's trip, the City God's Temple Antique City. Looking from a high place, there are streets in the entire antique city tower and shops in the streets. The levels are quite clear. Due to the distance, the Antique City

The surging crowd became as black as ants.

Looking at the time, it was almost 1:30 noon, and he would leave Hefei at 5 or 6 in the evening. There was not much time left. Zhuang Rui hurriedly walked down the "Sihui Building" and walked to the antique market next to it.

The Chenghuang Temple Antique Market does not look very big from the ground. It is just a four-story building surrounding a courtyard. If Zhuang Rui had not browsed it from the air, he would not have known that there was something else inside. The door of the market is also very inconspicuous, but in

When passing the parking lot at the door, Zhuang Rui saw many good cars. Several Mercedes-Benz and BMWs were parked, and there was even a Phantom Rolls-Royce that was rarely seen in China.

Chenghuang Temple Antique City, one of the top ten antique markets, is full of expectations.

Since the New Year has just passed and people still have some holidays, the antique town is also overcrowded. Like Pengcheng Antique Market, there are many street stalls here, and it is these street stalls that are the busiest. On the contrary, they are like those regular antique shops with a good reputation.

But it is a deserted place with not many tourists.

The reason for this is actually very simple. The things on the street stalls are cheap. In the jargon, they are called cool goods, and there are also some interesting things among them. It depends on everyone’s taste. But Zhuang Rui knows that those shops all have some

Those who are regular customers don’t really care about these individual tourists who want to miss Taobao.

During this time in Pengcheng, Zhuang Rui often went to the antique market. He knew that there were two types of people who often came to the antique market. One kind of people were mostly elderly people who came here for

To cultivate one's moral character, you can certainly collect genuine products if you encounter them. You can also appreciate the artistic style if they are not genuine. Such people have relatively high taste and tend to see more and sell less.

The other person's purpose is the same as Zhuang Rui's. They come here for Taobao. Of course, Zhuang Rui's biggest purpose is to replenish some aura in his eyes. As for Taobao, Zhuang Rui himself defines it as an addition after the aura is absorbed.

product.

People who come here to Taobao can be divided into two types. One is because they like it. After buying, most of them are used for collection and play, and rarely resold. The other is industry insiders, like Zhuang Rui knows.

Like Boss Wang, they specialize in antique trading to make money. In their eyes, all objects can be sold as long as the price is right.

Zhuang Rui's time was tight, and he didn't have any goals. He followed the crowd and shuttled in front of each stall. He only stopped to observe when he encountered a stall selling calligraphy and painting antiques. As for other stalls, he just took a quick look.

Flowers, but it has also gained a lot of knowledge. The variety and quantity of antiques here are obviously more than those in the Pengcheng Antique Market. It’s just that the dazzling array of small jade pieces are casually placed on the stalls, but they look like high quality.

Much lower.

Walking along the way, Zhuang Rui unexpectedly saw many little books on a street stall, as well as cigarette boxes, sparklers and various tickets. They were all the most common items in the 1980s. This really reminded Zhuang Rui of his childhood memories.

Memories of life.

When I asked about the price casually, I found that the price was actually quite high. A small book published earlier would cost hundreds of dollars, and the complete set was even more ridiculously expensive, ranging from hundreds to thousands. Zhuang Rui didn't

It occurred to me that these things have become antiques even today.

"When I was a kid, these things were always in boxes at home. It costs just a few cents, but you are selling them so expensively."

Zhuang Rui squatted on the ground, looking at the gadgets on the stall, and muttered unhappily to the stall owner wearing a peaked cap in front of him.

The stall owner looked to be in his forties, and he was honest and honest. He was not angry after hearing Zhuang Rui's words, and said with a smile: "Young man, that's not what you said. Twenty years ago, that's not what you said."

Money can buy a lot of things. I’m afraid you can’t even find pennies or coins anymore. You don’t even have to pay by cents when you go to the vegetable market to buy food. Don’t you think so, young man..."

"Brother, what you said makes sense. Back then, a cream popsicle cost only a penny. Now you can't buy it even if it costs dozens of times. This thing is getting more expensive year by year..."

Although he was robbed, Zhuang Rui was not angry. The street stall owner's words were indeed reasonable. If nothing else, in the early 1980s, the words "ten thousand yuan household" had

A person synonymous with money, the object of envy of everyone, but now, people all over the street have households worth ten thousand yuan. Even Zhuang Rui a few months ago, counting his entire net worth, was still worth twenty thousand yuan.

In the early 1980s, the status of a household worth 10,000 yuan was probably at least on par with that of a multi-millionaire today.

"Yes, the young man is right. What are antiques? They are things that have been accumulated over time. Those that can be preserved to this day are all antiques. Do you see..."

The street stall guy was quite talkative. He pointed to a red iron thermos bottle at his feet and said, "Just this thing, after five hundred years, it will still be an antique. Of course, it will only work if it is not broken."

Zhuang Rui heard what this man said was interesting and laughed out loud. What he said was correct. Didn't you see that those broken bricks and blocks on the ancient city wall of Xi'an have become treasures even now? Zhuang Rui was about to

After joking with this man for a while, he suddenly heard a noise in front of him, and the Chinese people's love of watching the excitement was clearly revealed at this time. As soon as Zhuang Rui heard the sound, there were already three circles on the left and three circles in front of him.

They are all people.

Zhuang Rui had just turned 25 this year. Although he was mature and prudent, he was also curious. He stood up immediately and was about to squeeze in to take a look, but he was grabbed by the stall owner.

"Young man, it's okay if you want to watch the fun. The people from the market management office will arrive in a while and they will disperse. We will watch it later..."

The street stall brother obviously had good intentions, because when Zhuang Rui followed his gaze to the crowd, he suddenly saw a person's hand taking out his wallet from his trouser pocket. It was just the hand that was pulling out his wallet.

But he is not the owner of those pants.

PS: The essence is gone this week, I will add more essence in the early morning of Monday...Thank you for your support.


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