ps: Thanks to the book friend "Charlotte Hesselink" for the reward, and to the book friends "Charlotte Hesselink", "Wenlong", and "Ah, it's so hard to get" for their monthly ticket support.
"That's fine, then I'll trouble you!" Chen Dasheng thought for a moment, and it seemed like a solution, and nodded gently. He had been in contact with Nangong Chengfeng, and he was an upright man, so he should be able to help.
"Hi, you are my brother-in-law, don't worry if you have any trouble!" Nangong Chen said.
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"Master, uncle, we are here!"
While the two were talking, the car had already arrived. The middle-aged driver stopped the car and turned back to Chen Dasheng and the two.
"Come on, brother-in-law, let's go down and have a look!" Nangong Chen greeted Chen Dasheng and got out of the car. He turned to the middle-aged driver and said, "Uncle De, wait for us outside. We will be out in a moment."
"Okay, young master!" the uncle responded, started the car, and moved to the side.
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Panjiayuan, the most popular antique goods market in China, specializes in antique goods, jewelry and jade, handicrafts, collectibles, decorations, etc., with a dazzling array of goods. People say that when outsiders come to the capital, they have to climb the Great Wall and eat
Roast duck, visit the Forbidden City, and visit Panjiayuan. When walking among them, it is easy to be attracted by the antique atmosphere.
There are many people, stalls and goods in this place, which attracts many Taobao people from all over the world. It can be said that many people come here with a beautiful dream, that is, can they be lucky enough to pick up a treasure?
Oops, I found a good treasure.
However, in Nangong Chen's words, people are becoming more and more sophisticated nowadays. Even if experts and professors are aware of it, it is simply a fantasy for a layman to still find good things in this vast ocean.
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There are many tourists coming and going. There are also many foreigners among them. Today is the weekend, and there are many street vendors selling bottles and cans, the four treasures of the study, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, old books and periodicals, agates and jade, Chinese and foreign coins, bamboo and wood bone carvings...,
It's really dazzling to see.
The stall owner's eyes are watching the passers-by. Once a tourist passes by, he will always shout and fool around. Chen Dasheng and Nangong Chen slowly move forward with the crowd. Nangong Chen is nothing. He has been to this place many times and doesn't see much.
head.
However, Chen Dasheng felt that it was very novel. Perhaps it was because he had read novels before and the protagonists could pick things up at these street stalls, so Chen Dasheng was a little excited that he had such a sharp weapon as spiritual consciousness. It seemed that he was no worse than those protagonists.
Maybe you can really find one or two treasures here and have a good time.
"Brother-in-law, there's nothing good to see. Don't listen to the nonsense of those stall owners. These stalls are actually full of counterfeit goods. I know where they get the goods!" Seeing the excitement that could not be hidden in Chen Dasheng's eyes, Nangong
Chen couldn't help but remind her. "Actually, this shouldn't be called an antique market. It should be called a handicraft market. If you want to find something good here, the chance of finding something good is no higher than buying a lottery ticket."
"It's okay, just wander around!" Chen Dasheng looked indifferent. As things happened, maybe he would have happened to him?
Walking to a used book stall, Chen Dasheng stopped and squatted down. The stall was filled with many comic books. Chen Dasheng picked up a few books and looked at them, but found that he was not interested. He put them back casually.
"Friend, you are discerning!" The boss was a rich middle-aged fat man with very philistine and shrewd eyes. He immediately came up to him, picked up the little book that Chen Dasheng had just touched, and said with a shy smile, "
This set of 'Water Margin' was published by People's Fine Arts Publishing House in 1984!"
As he said that, the boss flipped through the album and showed it to Chen Dasheng, "Look at this style of painting, does it feel familiar? Do you have any childhood memories? It's very collectible, 70% new, buy it back and keep it, and pick it up every two years.
Come out, and the value will at least double. There are 30 volumes in this set, and each volume is a lot. If you are interested, my friend, you can take it for a thousand yuan!"
Like a barrage of words, Chen Dasheng didn't even say a word, but the boss already said a lot. Chen Dasheng didn't even come back to his senses for a while. What did the boss say?
Dozens of little books were held in front of Chen Dasheng.
"Uh!" Chen Dasheng swallowed, waved his hand, and said, "I just want to take a look and don't buy it!"
It looks old, something that is more than eighty years old. Depending on the person, it may bring back memories of childhood. However, Chen Dasheng’s family was poor when he was a child. How could he have the money to buy these things? Childhood memories and so on are just nonsense.
In his eyes, the gadgets were not worth so much money at all, and there was no need for Chen Dasheng to collect them. It was not certain whether these things were real or fake, and he was not a fool.
When the boss heard this, he put the little book in his hand back to its original place angrily, with a faint displeasure on his face, and muttered in his mouth, not sure if he was scolding Chen Dasheng.
"Boss, how do you sell this thing?" Just as the boss was muttering, Chen Dasheng picked up a book in the corner.
"Huh? One hundred yuan a book, take it if you want it!" The boss looked up and didn't explain too much. Chen Dasheng had already said that he was just looking at it, not buying it, so he didn't bother to waste time.
Nangong Chen looked a little bored and said, "Brother-in-law, let's go look elsewhere. If there is nothing interesting about the little book, we might as well go home and watch cartoons."
"Aren't you going to buy chess records for your grandfather? Isn't this it?" Chen Dasheng raised the book and turned to Nangong Chen.
"Chess record?"
When Nangong Chen heard this, he immediately became interested. He immediately squatted down next to Chen Dasheng and took the book from Chen Dasheng's hand.
"Suitable and elegant?"
It was an old thread-bound book with some missing corners and some stains on the cover. When Nangong Chen saw the four words on the cover, the expression on his face suddenly became ugly. He turned to look at Chen Dasheng, "Brother-in-law,
This shouldn't be a pornographic book, I'm very pure!"
"Fuck you, what are you thinking about? You're still pure. I think you're the only one who's not pure. You're a brat!" Hearing this, Chen Dasheng couldn't help but laughed and cursed, but the name was both 'love' and 'qu'.
, no wonder Nangong Chen thinks blindly.
"Hey, it's really a chess record!" Nangong Chen opened the book with doubts. The records in it were indeed chess games, not the erotic pictures he imagined, and his face was suddenly filled with smiles.
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"Friends, do you want to buy it or not? My stall is so big. If you don't want to buy it, don't block my business here! How can I sell the book if it is ruined by me?" The fat stall owner saw Chen Dasheng and the two.
I was just browsing, not buying. The customers who came after me wanted to come over and take a look, but they couldn't find anything to put their feet on, and they suddenly became a little dissatisfied.
The tone of the fat stall owner was a bit unpleasant. When Nangong Chen heard this, he suddenly raised his head and wanted to say something very unhappy, but he felt someone squeezed him next to him.
“Boss, I’ll buy it!”
A strange voice came from the side. The two of them turned around and saw a pair of foreign men and women with blond hair and blue eyes standing directly next to them. The man had a beard, gold mirrors, was tall and strong, and was in his thirties.
He looked like he was on a trip with a camera hanging on his shoulder, and he spoke Mandarin that was neither foreign nor unsophisticated.
"Hey, hello, my friend, you are really discerning!" As soon as he saw the foreign man, the fat stall owner suddenly had a smile on his face. He hurriedly came over, grabbed the book from Nangong Chen's hand, and handed it to
In front of the foreign man, "Friend, look at the book, it's an old thing, very good!"
The boss gave a thumbs up, with a philistine smile on his face, and he didn't forget to pronounce two English words "boom".
"One hundred yuan, right?" The foreign man didn't even listen to what the boss said. He took out a big red note and handed it to the boss. It was obvious that he was listening to the conversation between Chen Dasheng and the stall owner just now.
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"Wait!"
Just when the boss was beaming and about to reach out to take the money, a yelp stopped all the movements. Nangong Chen slowly stood up and looked at the foreign man's face, "Friend, everything should be discussed.
First come, first served, right? We liked this book first, why should you buy it just when you say it?"
The child of the Nangong family is naturally arrogant, so he can't stand this kind of anger. Moreover, the chess game recorded in the chess record does have a lot of appeal to him, so he can't bear to be snatched away by this golden retriever who comes out halfway. (Unfinished)
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