Early the next morning, while Su Xiaofan was still lying on the bed, there was a knock on the door.
"Hey, Xiao Su, you haven't gotten up yet."
Looking at Su Xiaofan who came to open the door with sleepy eyes, Zhao Zhengshan laughed and said, "It's better for you young people to sleep well. At my age, you can't fall asleep even if you want to sleep for a while."
"Uncle Zhao, I'm sorry, I'll wait a minute. I'll wash up and then we'll leave."
Su Xiaofan scratched his head in embarrassment. He made an appointment with Zhao Zhengshan yesterday, and today they will go to the antique market in Yanjing.
"It's okay, don't worry, I'll take you to have some authentic Yanjing breakfast later." Zhao Zhengshan waved his hand and sat down on the sofa in the room.
Su Xiaofan was very fast, and the two of them were out the door after five or six minutes.
"I can't get used to this taste."
While drinking the most authentic Yanjing bean juice in Zhao Zhengshan's mouth, Su Xiaofan had a bitter look on his face. He really couldn't enjoy the taste.
"You have to try it even if you are not used to it." Zhao Zhengshan said: "I also stayed in Yanjing for several years before I got used to eating this breakfast."
"Uncle Zhao, where should we go for a stroll today? Is it Panyuan?"
Su Xiaofan asked. He knew that Zhao Zhengshan studied Chinese medicine in Yanjing. Including his internship time, he stayed in Yanjing for almost eight or nine years. Later, he was not used to the fast pace of life in big cities, so he returned to Luochuan.
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"Pan Yuan is almost becoming a tourist attraction, and now it's just for fun."
Zhao Zhengshan shook his head, "If we go to a store, it's Liulichang. Jingxintang also has a branch there, but today we go to the antique street of the northern flea market. There are more good things there, so maybe we can pick it up.
leak."
"Okay, listen to Uncle Zhao."
Su Xiaofan had no objection. He also knew that although Panyuan was famous and almost became the holy land of the national antique market, the more such a place, the lower the chance of producing good things.
As for the Liulichang mentioned by Zhao Zhengshan, Su Xiaofan also knew that all the time-honored brands in Yanjing were there. However, there were no street stalls in Liulichang, so you had to go to the store if you wanted to buy things. People who like to shop for items rarely go there.
The longer Su Xiaofan spent time with Zhao Zhengshan, the more he admired the Zhao family's tutoring.
Although his family has a net worth of tens of billions, Zhao Zhengshan behaves like an ordinary person. After breakfast, he didn’t even take a taxi. Instead, he took Su Xiaofan on the subway, and even backed into a train in the middle, which cost more than an hour.
I came to the antique market when I was young.
"I'm familiar with this place."
When they arrived at the antique market, Su Xiaofan couldn't help but laugh when he saw the bustling crowd and the two rows of stalls on the street.
Although the street stalls here are really street stalls and the stalls are laid directly on the ground, the antique markets are all the same. Su Xiaofan looked at the street stall owners and they were all similar to those in Luochuan.
"Xiao Su, do you want to compete to see who can pick up the leak?"
Zhao Zhengshan was also very excited to come here. The school where he used to study for graduate school was not far from here and he came here almost every week. Now he is revisiting his old place.
"Uncle Zhao, I can't afford good things."
Su Xiaofan shook his head repeatedly. Even the hair on Zhao Zhengshan's body was thicker than his own. How could he compare with him?
"Hey, what we are competing for is eyesight, not wealth. If I want to buy something expensive, I will go to Liulichang..."
Zhao Zhengshan waved his hand and said, "How about we each buy something worth no more than three thousand yuan and see who can pick it up?"
Zhao Zhengshan likes collecting, he just likes the feeling of picking up missing items.
When he was in school, there were still many good things in Yanjing's antique market, and he could pick up one or two pieces from time to time. However, nowadays, the chance of missing something is getting smaller and smaller.
"Okay, Uncle Zhao, you have to let me order."
Su Xiaofan nodded and agreed. With the repair system in his mind, it was purely a comparison of eyesight. Even if an expert from the museum came, Su Xiaofan would not be afraid of him.
"Okay, how about we watch one side and then change places when we get to the end?"
Most antique streets are similar. Like Luochuan, there are street stalls on both sides of the street, leaving a road in the middle for tourists to pass. When encountering roadside shops, the street vendors also have to make way.
"good!"
Since being hospitalized after being struck by lightning, this was the first time that Su Xiaofan went to the market seriously. It was in a place that he was not familiar with, and he was a little bit looking forward to it.
After saying hello to Su Xiaofan, Zhao Zhengshan started shopping. He looked carefully and stopped in front of the first stall. He squatted down and started talking to the stall owner.
Su Xiaofan smiled and walked to the stall on the other side to take a look.
Stalls in antique markets are usually not classified.
In other words, you can see porcelain, bronzes, calligraphy and paintings all placed on the same stall, and most of these stalls are purchased from the art wholesale market.
Squatting down, Su Xiaofan also looked at each item one by one. He did not directly choose to use the repair system to identify it. Many things looked fake at first glance.
Only when he encounters an object that Su Xiaofan can't quite understand, will he pay close attention or start looking at it, allowing the information about the object to appear in his mind.
The stall owners looked at Su Xiaofan's youth and were too lazy to say hello.
"It's really not easy to pick up the leaks now."
After looking at seven or eight stalls in succession, Su Xiaofan didn't see an "old" object. They were all modern handicrafts. At most, there were a few good handicrafts, but they had nothing to do with antiques.
"Boss, which kiln entrance did you dig?"
Su Xiaofan squatted in front of a stall selling broken porcelain tiles. There were quite a few porcelain tiles in this stall, stacked on top of each other to a height of seven or eight centimeters.
"Hey, buddy, let me tell you, these are all porcelain pieces from Jun kiln, well, there are also porcelain pieces from Ding kiln, and I have all the porcelain pieces from the five major kiln entrances."
The stall owner was not very old. He was reading a novel on his mobile phone. When he saw someone coming to his stall, he immediately put down his mobile phone.
"Brother, the five major kiln entrances of 'Ru, Guan, Ge, Ding, and Jun' must have been ruined by you.",
Su Xiaofan laughed when he heard this. In the antique market, anyone who sells porcelain, regardless of whether it is finished product or broken porcelain, must bear the name of the top five kilns.
"Hey, buddy, you can't say that. My broken porcelain really has five kiln entrances."
The stall owner was not happy when he heard Su Xiaofan's words, "Let me tell you, even experts from the New Palace Museum often come to my place to look for porcelain pieces. Don't believe me, look at the photo of me and Teacher Zhou. By the way, Teacher Zhou, you
do you know it?"
Afraid that Su Xiaofan wouldn't believe it, the stall owner held up his cell phone and put it in front of Su Xiaofan. There was indeed a photo of the stall owner and a man in a Tang suit.
"Yes, I know. He is an expert from the New Palace Museum."
Su Xiaofan nodded. As the saying goes, antiques flourished in troubled times. In the past twenty years, it can be said that the antique market has been booming. Various online and offline treasure appraisal activities have become common, and many so-called "experts" have emerged.
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Of course, although most of them are experts selling dog meat, there are also many who have real talent and practical knowledge. The teacher Zhou the stall owner mentioned is an expert from the New Palace Museum, and he is very knowledgeable in the appraisal of antiques and miscellaneous items and porcelain.
"Brother, let me tell you, these porcelain pieces were all collected by my grandfather from the places where they were unearthed at the entrance of the kilns."
Seeing Su Xiaofan inspecting the porcelain tiles on the stall, the stall owner became more energetic and said, "I have been reluctant to sell them for so many years, which means I wasted my fortune, so I took out the things belonging to my ancestors, so that you can catch up."
"Brother, if you tell stories again, I will leave."
Su Xiaofan waved his hands in confusion. He didn't come to this porcelain stall just to pick up missing pieces.
Although there is a saying that a piece of broken porcelain is worth a thousand pieces of gold, except for the legendary "Chai Kiln", the price of most broken porcelain is not high, because broken porcelain cannot be auctioned, and the collectors are relatively small, so they are destined to sell.
Not overpriced.
Su Xiaofan came here to see if the repair value in his mind could repair these completely broken pieces of porcelain.
[Repair value: 7 points!]
[Broken porcelain from Jun kiln cannot be repaired!]
Picking up a broken piece of porcelain, the words "irreparable" appeared in Su Xiaofan's mind.
But what surprised Su Xiaofan was that what he was holding was actually broken porcelain from Jun kiln. The stall owner didn't just lie about it, he still had something to offer.
"Is it true that if the main body of the item is damaged, it cannot be repaired?"
Su Xiaofan thought in his mind, "Then if we can collect all the fragments of a Jun kiln porcelain, is it possible to repair a real Jun porcelain?"
Looking at the pile of thousands of broken porcelain pieces, Su Xiaofan felt a little excited. With so many broken porcelain pieces, maybe he could piece together a complete piece of porcelain.
"Brother, do you want to buy it or not?"
Seeing Su Xiaofan blocking the stall, the stall owner was a little dissatisfied. There was so much traffic in the antique market, and Su Xiaofan blocking here would delay his business.
"Buy, brother, how can I sell this piece of broken porcelain?" Su Xiaofan picked up the piece of Jun kiln porcelain in his hand.
"As for the official kiln, you can just pay two hundred." Seeing the sale coming, the stall owner became more energetic and casually quoted a price.
"One hundred yuan!" Su Xiaofan replied without raising his head.
"Brother, if you really want it, the minimum is 180." The stall owner looked unhappy.
"Fifty!" Su Xiaofan continued to quote a price.
"Brother, don't make fun of me, you really want it, I'll give you one hundred and fifty."
"Thirty, if you don't sell me, I'll leave!"
Su Xiaofan stood up. He knew the psychology of people in the antique market very well because he himself was one of them.
"Hey, big brother, you are my big brother, how can you keep lowering the price? Thirty, just thirty, I'll give it to you."
The stall owner was about to cry because Su Xiaofan had known that he would get one hundred yuan, but instead of wanting to make more money, the more he negotiated, the lower the price became.
"Okay, you won't suffer. I don't want this piece. I'll pick some more and settle the accounts together."
Su Xiaofan asked the stall owner to bring over a small basket, put the pieces of Jun porcelain into the box, and then squatted down again.
"Then I'll wholesale it for you."
The stall owner was immediately happy when he heard this. He even gave Su Xiaofan a matza and asked him to pick it slowly. He held his phone and started paddling again.
