Luochuan City, also known as Luoyi, has a history of more than 5,000 years of civilization and more than 4,000 years of urban history. It is one of the birthplaces of Chinese civilization and the eastern starting point of the Silk Road. There have been thirteen dynasties in Luochuan in history.
After the establishment of the capital, there are still five major capital ruins left, and there are countless tombs surrounding Luochuan. The largest tomb complex in China, the Mangshan Ancient Tombs Group, is located in Luochuan.
Such a profound historical and cultural heritage has also created a unique historical and cultural atmosphere in Luochuan. Luochuan City is commonly known as the treasure you dig every three feet. It has been a gathering place for cultural relic dealers from ancient times to the present. This has also led to the development of Luochuan.
The booming antique market in Sichuan is just like everyone in the capital talking about politics. When you come to Luochuan, all you hear is about antiques.
"Brother Gang, look after the stalls for me while I go to the toilet." Behind a stall filled with various bronzes in Luochuan City Antique City, Su Xiaofan, who had just turned twenty, was a little restless.
It wasn't that Su Xiaofan was anxious, but that his right eyelid was twitching hard at this moment. The last time he encountered this kind of situation was when Su Xiaofan was in the fifth grade of elementary school at the age of eleven. At that time, in order to complete the study assigned by the teacher
** To do good deeds, Su Xiaofan forced an eighty-year-old lady who had just crossed the road to hit her back and threw her over a big horse. As a result, she was chased for three streets by the old lady’s grandson. If she hadn’t been familiar with it,
Terrain, a beating is definitely indispensable.
"You're too young to be suffering from kidney failure, right? You've gone to the toilet three times now." Brother Gang from the stall next to him laughed and cursed, waving his hand to signal Su Xiaofan to go back quickly.
Brother Gang's full name is Zheng Dagang. He is in his early thirties. His family is an old landowner near the Antique City. The Antique City occupied his family's old house when it was demolished and expanded and was compensated with twelve sets of commercial housing. So Brother Gang is here.
Zheng Dagang, who had been interested in antiques since he was a child, simply quit his job and started a stall in the antique market.
There are fixed stalls in the antique market, and there are also shops inside, but Zheng Dagang likes to practice stalls and chat with others. As soon as he went there, he became familiar with Su Xiaofan, who also had a free stall. The two of them hung out together six days out of seven days a week.
The only day Su Xiaofan didn't leave the stall was Sunday, saying he wanted to go home and take care of his sister.
The toilet is in the antique city. After passing through the fixed stalls in the antique city, Su Xiaofan went to the innermost toilet and filled it with water. He lit a cigarette and chatted with the stall owner before slowly walking back.
I was still muttering in my heart, brother, I haven't been happy to help others since I was eleven years old. Today, my eyelids are twitching a little evilly. I can't close the stall and go home early.
"Huh? What do those people do?" When Su Xiaofan came out of the antique city, he saw four or five people standing in front of his stall. After seeing one of them clearly, Su Xiaofan couldn't help but froze for a moment, his head shrank, and he just
I wanted to turn around and go back, but it was too late.
"Xiaofan, you soaked in water and spread it to the Pacific Ocean? It took you so long to come back?" Brother Gang, who had sharp eyes, saw Su Xiaofan and immediately raised his voice, "Come here quickly, we're here for business, you kid?"
Are you going to do business?"
"Brother Gang, I... I have a stomachache." Seeing the people in front of the stall turning around, Su Xiaofan couldn't help but complain secretly, but now it was too late to run away, so he had to bite the bullet and walk over.
"Hey, brother, it's you. Why did I feel like I heard magpies chirping as soon as I went out today? It turns out that there are distinguished guests coming." Su Xiaofan walked a few steps quickly, with a bright smile on his face, and started fighting one of them.
call.
Not to mention, Su Xiaofan, who had just shed his childishness, was extremely good-looking, with a height of 1.82 meters, a face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and a trace of bigness on his face when he smiled.
The boy's shy appearance is definitely unique in the antique city. Those young girls who accompany their elderly family members to visit the antique city like to go to Su Xiaofan's stall.
"Magpie? Are you sure the crow you heard when you went out wasn't the crow?" The man Su Xiaofan calls his eldest brother looks like he is in his early forties. He is not tall, has a lean build, has a short haircut, but his eyes are extremely bright, and his face is very bright.
With an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, he stared at Su Xiaofan who was walking over.
"How can it be possible? Brother is here, it must be the cry of magpies." Su Xiaofan walked to his stall, took out a pack of cigarettes, skillfully popped out a few cigarettes, and let the people in front of him disperse, and said: "Brother
Are you here to take care of my little brother's business again today?"
"That's right, close the stall and let's go and talk in the back." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "The sun is making me uncomfortable. Let's find a teahouse to sit in."
"No, brother, my stall has just been set up not long ago. I haven't opened any orders today." Su Xiaofan looked at the expressionless middle-aged man and couldn't help but shudder in his heart. He could smell the food in front of him.
These people all carry a lingering earthy smell. During the last transaction, Su Xiaofan roughly figured out this person's identity.
"Xiaofan, brothers, what's going on?" Zheng Dagang next to him saw something was wrong at this moment. He originally thought that these people were interested in the items on Su Xiaofan's stall, but Su Xiaofan started talking to the middle-aged man.
, he immediately understood that these people came with bad intentions.
Su Xiaofan has been setting up a stall in the antique market for two years. Zheng Dagang has always regarded him as his little brother. Now that he is in trouble, he will not flinch. At that moment, he took a step across the body and Zheng Dagang blocked Su Xiaofan.
He opened his mouth and said: "Brothers, we have something to talk about. Xiaofan is young. If he has offended me in any way, Gangzi, I will help him apologize."
"It's nothing serious. I just have a business I want to do with him." The middle-aged man at the head shook his head and said: "I collected an object from him last time. He said it was from the Western Zhou Dynasty. I spent eight
Who knew I bought one last week for a thousand yuan, do you think he should give me an explanation?"
"Hey, that's what happened."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zheng Dagang breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, you seem to be an expert. Bronze is a cultural relic that is prohibited from trading. If he dares to put it on the stall, he will be arrested in less than ten minutes.
When he was arrested, you asked him how he could have old items from the Western Zhou Dynasty. They are national treasures. If you ask me, one is willing to sell and the other is willing to buy, so you can’t blame Xiaofan."
As he spoke, Zheng Dagang couldn't help but smile. What kind of place is an antique market? It's a place full of lies. Any stall owner who pulls out at random dares to put a broken spittoon on his stall.
It was said to have been used by Emperor Qianlong. It is perfectly normal for Su Xiaofan to introduce the items on his stall like this.
Especially for temporary stalls like Su Xiaofan and his, they are not responsible for the items after they are taken away. There is no invoice or three packages. Since the items sold at the street stalls are not expensive, people who come to buy things are just doing it for fun. Basically,
Everyone knows that the goods are fake, so Zheng Dagang has never seen anyone look back after setting up a stall for more than ten years. However, the shops in the antique city will cause disputes from time to time.
And Zheng Dagang is not afraid even if trouble breaks out. Even if the faces of the people in front of him are fierce, Zheng Dagang is from a low-income family. He has been hanging out in this antique market since he was wearing crotchless pants. If the other party wants to cause trouble, Zheng Dagang will yell at him.
, he can call most of the stall owners in the market, and the four or five people in front of him are really not enough.
"I didn't buy my things at the stall." The middle-aged man waved his hand to Zheng Dagang and said, "Brother, what's going on? He knows. I just want to talk to him. Don't worry, this is
I won't cause trouble here in your land."
"Huh? What's going on?" Zheng Dagang turned back and looked at Su Xiaofan, "Are you using the handicrafts as antiques and selling them as old items? This is against your rules."
Zheng Dagang has known Su Xiaofan for several years and basically understands his situation. He knows that Su Xiaofan was born in the famous bronze village in Luochuan City, and the biggest and most important rule of the bronze village is that they cannot be made.
Bronze wares are sold as genuine and must be explained to customers as handicrafts.
If anyone breaks this rule, the old man who founded the Bronze Ware Village will not show mercy. At least he will be expelled from the village, and at worst he will be sent directly to the bureau. As the saying goes, money touches people's hearts. Over the past few decades,
It's not that no one was interested, but they were all sent to the police station by the old man himself. The most severe one was sentenced to fifteen years. From then on, no one dared to violate this rule again.
In the antique business, when buying things at stalls, you can talk nonsense. It’s a matter of personal discernment, and no one dares to sell real bronzes at stalls. Everyone who buys and sells them knows full well that the items are fake.
, but if Su Xiaofan sold it privately, Zheng Dagang would not dare to vouch for whether he broke the rules. You must know that smuggling of cultural relics is a common occurrence in Luochuan City. With Su Xiaofan's craftsmanship, it is really difficult for ordinary people to identify it.
Authenticity comes.
"I don't break the rules." After hearing Zheng Dagang's words, Su Xiaofan became a little anxious and said quickly: "Brother, did I tell you at the time that I wasn't sure that object was a handicraft?
You insisted on buying it yourself, how can you come here to pay for it now?"
"But the receipt you issued to me was written on the Western Zhou Dynasty." The middle-aged man's eyes widened when he heard this, and he took out a receipt from his pocket. He felt a little awkward at the moment because he was in this business.
After more than twenty years, I unexpectedly stumbled in front of a young boy.
"Are you issued a receipt?" Zheng Dagang was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned around and glared at Su Xiaofan. This guy usually looks like a monkey, so why did he get confused at this moment? How could they issue receipts in this industry, and also...
If you indicate the year, isn't it just waiting for someone to settle the accounts?
"Brother, are you mistaken? When did I issue you a receipt from the Western Zhou Dynasty?" Su Xiaofan smiled bitterly, pouted at the receipt in the middle-aged man's hand, and gestured to Zheng Dagang to take a look.
"Xi? This...this is four, four weeks?" Zheng Dagang didn't even take the receipt. He just built a awning on his forehead with his hands to block the noon sun. He glanced at the receipt and saw this.
Look, Zheng Dagang couldn't help but laugh out loud. He just said, how could this kid Su Xiaofan leave such a clue to someone? It turned out that he dug a hole for the other party in the receipt.
