Han Kongque was immediately relieved. This was Pengcheng, Qin Mingyue was in the Magic City, and Qin Mingyue's home seemed to be from the Magic City, so Qin Mengyue and Qin Mingyue's names were just similar, and they should not be related.
Han Kongque walked out of the house with confidence. He smiled evilly as he walked. It would be nice if Qin Mengyue was Qin Mingyue's sister.
Thinking that after knowing Qin Mingyue for several years, he had never touched her little hand. At most, Qin Mingyue had crossed his arm.
If Qin Mengyue was Qin Mingyue's sister, what would her expression be like if Qin Mingyue knew that she had molested her sister?
Han Peacock walked out of the community refreshed and refreshed. It had been noisy for so long, and it was only six o'clock in the morning.
Since Dong's hoard was discovered not far from Miaoqian Street, this place has been getting a lot of traffic recently, and now it has developed into an antique trading market.
However, this trading market is very short-lived and very informal. It usually disappears by eight o'clock in the morning.
After a whole morning of activities, Han Kongque felt a little hungry, so he ate a pound of fried dough sticks from a street stall and drank a bowl of soy milk before walking into Miaoqian Street.
It seems that all antique streets are the same, with so-called bronzes as thin as onion skin, ancient porcelain as gorgeous as new, and all kinds of junk coins.
In addition to these, there is something special here. Even for the secondhand bookstalls, there are obviously many more secondhand bookstalls here than on the Antique Street of Magic City.
Han Kongque walked slowly inside, selling porcelain, ancient jades, and bronzes. Han Kongque didn't stop at all. There were only some stalls selling wood carvings, calligraphy and paintings. He only stopped for a while.
Although there are many bookstalls here, they sell very strange things. In addition to some printed books handed down from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, there are many magazines, such as Youth Digest and other magazines. Of course, these are all expired, because
What they are selling are antiques. Naturally, they cannot sell items that have just been published.
Finally, Han Kongque found an old book, a thread-bound version of Water Margin. Judging from the book cover, it should be said that it was old.
"Young man, look at my books, they are all old books." An old man stood down when he saw Han Kongque and immediately greeted him warmly.
Han Peacock didn't answer, he just looked through the books at the stall. After flipping through a few magazines, Han Peacock picked up the Water Margin.
"Oh! You have to be careful. That old book is very fragile. Who's to blame if it breaks its heart accidentally?" The boss said immediately when he saw Han Kongque being so careless.
Han Peacock glanced at the boss. If this was really a treasure, why didn't he let it go to him?
"This is the Zhongyi Water Margin, the Jiajing era version. It's very precious. Be careful." The old man said in a serious tone.
Just as Han Kongque was about to open it and take a look, he heard the boss's instructions. As soon as he said this, Han Kongque's heart went cold.
Would he put the ancient version from the Jiajing period on the stall so casually? And without taking any protective measures?
With vigilance, Han Kongque did not open it. He directly put the book back on the bookshelf and looked at the cover carefully. With this look, he discovered the problem.
This so-called Jiajing version of Water Margin of Loyalty is definitely a fake, because there are obvious traces of water infiltration on it. If there is anything Han Peacock is most familiar with, it is naturally water. So after he increased his vigilance, he immediately discovered
problem.
How to make the cover look like an ancient book?
It's actually very simple. Use five caps of purified water bottles with vinegar, add a disposable water cup, fill it with tap water, spray it evenly on the cover, and place it in a cool place to dry. Repeat four to five times. When it turns light yellow, spread it with alkaline noodles.
Sprinkle it on the cover to neutralize the acidity and remove the smell of acetic acid, and an ancient book appears.
Seeing Han Kongque put down the book, a trace of disappointment flashed in the boss's eyes.
"Don't be so careful. It's not that fragile. As long as you're careful, it'll be fine if you open it and take a look. Boy, take a closer look. This is really a good thing." The stall owner immediately started to save it.
Han Kongque said: "Forget it, I can't save such an ancient book. You should keep it and sell it to professional book lovers!"
The old man almost cursed his mother in his heart, would those professional old guys buy this from him?
No matter what the old man thought, Han Peacock would not give him a chance to entangle, so he stood up and left.
Han Peacock was still shaking his head as he walked. The things here were far inferior to those in the Magic City Antique Street, and people's hearts were even darker. If he hadn't been vigilant, he might have gotten into trouble just by flipping the book.
Everyone has reminded me that it is an ancient book. If you flip through it and the pages are damaged, who does it belong to?
At first glance, Han Kongque looked like an outsider, and he didn't look like a rich and powerful young man. He was exactly the target of their fraud. He was too young and had no money, and he was too old and experienced, so he was not a reasonable candidate.
Looking at the mediocre things on the roadside, Han Kongque was about to be disappointed, but after he went deep into Miaoqian Street, he gradually found that there were more people here, and the things on the stalls had also changed.
"Gold and silverware? Interesting."
Han Kongque looked at the gold and silverware that slowly appeared on some stalls, with a smile in his eyes. It seemed that the gold and silverware he discovered had begun to have an impact on Pengcheng.
However, Han Kongque soon became disappointed. The silverware he saw were all too rough in workmanship and had no essence of the gold and silverware of the Song Dynasty. Some were even made of stainless steel, which was too unprofessional.
However, Han Peacock soon adjusted his mood, and I didn't need to dwell on this.
However, when some people see these things, will they be so angry that they vomit blood?
Han Peacock walked quickly. There was nothing to see anyway, so he had better go fishing as soon as possible.
Just when Han Kongque was about to leave, he accidentally saw something special at a stall.
Han Kongque hesitated for a moment, then stopped. He went over and saw that this was also a bookstall, but he still had some ink ingots here.
"Boss, how do you sell these inks?" Han Kongque had a lot of ink ingots at the reading stall, so he didn't waste any time and went straight to the topic.
"Take a look and see which piece we are negotiating the price for." The boss also thought he was an old man, but he was an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and looked more educated.
Han Peacock took a casual look and said, "I think they're all about the same. You can just tell me a price and how many dollars I can buy."
"These are ancient inks, and they are not cheap. How much do you want to buy, young man?" the stall owner asked.
Han Peacock smiled and said: "Ancient ink? Ancient ink from 1994?"
The stall owner said: "That one is an imitation of Tang Mo. If you like it, it will cost you two hundred yuan a piece."
"Okay, I want these imitations of Tang Mo from you. If you pick them out, I will take them all." Han Peacock took out 10,000 yuan from his body, 200 yuan per ingot, and 10,000 yuan can buy it.
Fifty dollars.
When the stall owner saw that Han Kongque was serious about it, he was immediately startled. Then he said with chrysanthemums blooming on his face: "Young man, you like Tang ink? In fact, these are all Tang ink, but there are modern imitations, some from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and some from the Tang and Song Dynasties.
of......"
Han Kongque interrupted the boss directly and said: "I can't afford the ancient one, so I just want the modern one. Even if you sell it to me at a low price, it will only be a waste and I will use it myself."
"Young man, to tell you the truth, I bought these inks on behalf of others. They are not sold at retail. If it were not like this, I would only have thirty yuan of ink here, of which modern imitations account for the majority. In this way, I will collect
You paid 10,000 yuan, you took all these inks, you made a profit, you know these ancient inks of mine..."
"Okay, okay, this is 10,000 yuan. Take a good look at it and wrap all the ink for me." Han Kongque threw the money to the stall owner and picked up an ingot himself.
He was indeed right. This was an ultra-fine oil fume ink block, a new Hui ink product successfully developed in 1994. This ink was based on the refining of the ink-making formulas and techniques of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and adopted the latest design.
The ink-making process uses ultra-fine pure tung oil smoke, "spring growth and winter shrinkage" sizing material, and is refined with musk, borneol and other precious auxiliary materials. It is an updated product of traditional oil smoke calligraphy and painting ink.
The calligraphy and painting created with this kind of ink has unique properties. The burnt ink does not aggravate the brush, the thick ink is dark and purple, the light ink does not float, and the layers of ink are clear and natural. Compared with traditional oil fume calligraphy and painting, it also has "fine cross-section, silent grinding,
The distinctive feature of "easy to draw ink".
It can be said to be a very good ink. Of course, it is incomparable with some ancient inks. Otherwise, Han Kongque would not have been able to buy these thirty ingots of ink for a little over three hundred.
After the boss counted the money, Han Kongque picked up more than thirty ink ingots packed into a woven bag and headed directly to the small park.
On the way, Han Kongque saw Shi Lei not far away. He just nodded to Han Kongque and walked into a street store.
When Han Peacock appeared in the small park, the remains of the woven bag in his hand disappeared, but there were two more small horses in his hand.
Walking into the small square, Han Kongque saw many people gathering here.
"Xiao Liu is here? You can't do this. You see, I've already made two sales, and you just come here. You can't make any money." Old Yangtou smiled with wrinkles on his face.
"Are you Master Liu?" At this time, a young man came over.
Han Kongque found a place not too far away from Old Man Yang, sat down, and said, "Do you have anything to do with me? I'll do it three times a day. If you need it, please do it as soon as possible."
"You kid, have you watched too much TV? If someone asks you for a fortune teller, just keep having fun on your own, and you're only doing threesomes. Wake up!" Lao Yangtou sneered at the side.
Han Kongque said with a smile: "How can I waste my great youth here? So I only count three things every day, and if the calculation is not accurate, it will cost me no money. If the calculation is accurate, I will give you a reward."
"You are awesome, but those who play with personality are starving to death, so you can take care of yourself!" Old Man Yang has another business coming to his door.
And Han Kongque said to the young man: "Are you the relative who had a tumor on his liver yesterday?"
"Master," the young man said with a shocked face: "Did you know that my father has a tumor on his liver? This is the money my father asked me to pay you."
With that said, the young man handed Han Peacock two hundred yuan.