"Don't worry, I'll take you for a walk first. If you still don't feel anything, we'll go back." Su Wenwen said.
She came here to try her luck, not necessarily to make money through this.
Of course, it would be better if you are lucky, and if you don’t have it, don’t force it.
It wasn't until Su Wenrou walked through more than half of Panlong Market that the Lord of the Rings sighed, that Su Wenrou was finally ready to give up...
"Master, wait a moment, go in and take a look at the small shop in the corner in front of you." Suddenly, the voice from the Lord of the Rings consciousness came.
Su Wenrou was stunned for a moment, then looked up, and sure enough, she saw a very small shop in the corner not far away.
If you weren't paying attention, you might have thought it was a garbage dump.
Because it was so shabby, the short ones were crowded in the corner, as if they would collapse at any time.
There was no one outside the shop, which seemed to be a makeshift shop dedicated to repairing broken copper and iron. The table outside was filled with all kinds of strange stones, small objects and copper coins.
The storefront is very shabby, which is in sharp contrast to the gorgeous porcelain around it.
Therefore, the things above must be unusual.
Occasionally, a few people passed by and took a second look, but when they saw that all the things on display looked like junk parts, they couldn't help but leave.
The middle-aged man inside suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up at Su Wenrou, still saying nothing.
There are also some scraps of iron in this stall, which all have that special smell.
This bell does have a special smell, which is different from the porcelain outside.
"Although I don't know how to look at treasures, I intuitively feel that your things are more valuable than those outside." Su Wenrou gently put down the bell.
Su Wenrou did not disturb him, but focused on the various small parts on the stall.
Human instinct still prefers good-looking things, even if they are shabby and old, they still have ancient beauty, not such dirty, gray and fragmentary things.
I didn't know where to take out a large stone, wiped the soil on it, and then observed it carefully with a magnifying glass.
Real antiquities are originally unearthed. They are free from some kind of vulgarity and have their own ancient fragrance. They are not mass-produced items purely for money and lack aura.
The owner of the shop was a lame man. When he saw Su Wenrou coming, his expression turned away without a trace of confusion, and then he continued busy with his own business.
These small things are just like ordinary rusty iron and iron blocks, as well as small stones, bells and the like.
Su Wenrou picked up the bell and asked, "Are these all dug out of the soil?"
But Su Wenrou had deep eyes and walked over slowly...
At least they're not fakes.
Hearing Su Wenrou's words, the man's eyes lit up and then he said in an unusually hoarse voice: "That's right, I robbed a tomb myself, but all the things inside were handed over, but later on
I went there once and found that it had not been cleaned up, so I brought back these fragments. They are not valuable, but some discerning people like to collect them. Of course, when I tell others this, they never believe me, so it doesn’t hurt to tell you."
The man's face and skin were very dark, and his hair was long and tied into a messy ponytail. He said he was a tomb robber. Su Wenrou actually found a lot of special tools in his shop.
"Can you sell all these things to me?" Su Wenwen said.