30. [011] Picking up leaks in the antique market (1)
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Brunei Street is as lively as ever. Street vendors are shouting everywhere, and the floor is filled with all kinds of novelty things. Some of them are fake and shoddy products at a glance, while some are deliberately made old and stained with mud to fool customers.
It is an ancient relic that came out of the soil. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it will be authentic.
This has to test one's eyesight.
Yang Zimei remembers that a very sensational pick-up incident happened here once. He said that an old man spent 300 yuan on a street stall to buy a blue and white porcelain. It turned out that it was a precious and rare Yuan blue and white porcelain, worth millions, so
, which also caused a crazy trend of antique hunting. Both those who understood and those who didn’t understood wanted to try their luck.
Yang Zimei also wanted to try her luck, but unfortunately she didn't even have the cost to buy fakes before.[
Now, she has three hundred dollars in her pocket to see if she has such luck.
She searched stall after stall to see if there was anything she could see.
It's a pity that she knows nothing about antiques. No matter what she looks at, she always feels that it is real or fake.
When she arrived at a stall set up by a middle-aged man, she discovered that among the pile of dark objects, something suddenly glowed slightly with a green light.
She felt strange and reached out to look for the glowing object.
When the stall owner saw that she was a five-year-old girl, he stopped her and shouted, "Little sister, don't mess around. Where are your parents?"
"Uh...my parents are over there." Yang Zimei pointed at a couple not far away and lied.
"Go, go, find your parents, and don't touch my things. These are all antiques." The stall owner waved his hand impatiently.
Yang Zimei saw the luminous object, a small twist wreath, made of gilt bronze and stained with some old mud.
Why does this twist wreath glow? There is no light source on it.
She was puzzled and became interested in it. She asked the stall owner: "How much does this twist circle cost?"
"Little sister, if you like it, call your parents over and I'll negotiate a price with them." When the stall owner saw the business coming, he couldn't care less about Yang Zimei's age.
"You negotiate the price with me. I have New Year's money. If I tell them, they won't buy it," Yang Zimei said.
"How much lucky money do you have?"
"Don't worry about how much money I get as a gift, just tell me how much it costs."
If you meet other people who want to buy this twist wreath, the stall owner will definitely brag about it, saying that it is an ancient relic unearthed in a certain era, etc. But now, he is facing a five-year-old child, and no matter how much he brags, he will not.
It’s better to be more practical. Anyway, this twist wreath is
He bought it for one dollar and a half to see if he could trick the little girl into giving her a few more dollars, so he mysteriously held out a finger and said, "Little sister, this is an antique. If you like it, uncle, I will give it to you."
I'll sell it to you at a loss, one hundred yuan, do you have it?"
He was obviously lying to a child! Someone next to him started to look at him with contempt.
"It's too expensive, I thought it was only ten yuan at most." Yang Zimei shouted deliberately, "I just bought a very nice toy yesterday, it only cost five yuan, but this old and worn-out iron ring of yours is...
It costs so much money, uncle, don’t think that children are easy to deceive, so I won’t buy it, huh.”
Seeing the people around him looking at him with contempt, the stall owner felt that his mental endurance was a bit weak and he couldn't hold his face anymore. Anyway, ten yuan was enough for him, so he hurriedly said with a look of loss, "Okay
Okay, ten yuan is ten yuan. Seeing how cute you are, I will lose money to you."[
"Ten yuan can buy a lot of candies, five yuan, okay, uncle?" Yang Zimei blinked at the stall owner with his big "innocent and cute" eyes.
Seeing her look like this, the stall owner felt that it would be a sin if he didn't sell it to her. Forget it, it wasn't worth anything anyway, so just five yuan.
"Five yuan for you!" The stall owner put the twist wreath into Yang Zimei's hand and said with a very unwilling look.
"Thank you, uncle." Yang Zimei took out five yuan with a smile, took away the twist wreath, and searched repeatedly for where it was shining, but couldn't find it anywhere.
