The southern sect and the northern sect, tomb robbers, and antiquities circles are all big or small, but they are afraid of getting to know each other. After all, no matter how far the distance is, it is only a phone call away.
You have to be careful when selling goods. I try not to show up as much as possible and let Ye Zi run away.
After I returned home, I dug a hole outside the wall and buried all the ashes that looked like Wangwang snow cakes in the hole.
Cigarettes curled up.
He lit three incense sticks, said goodbye and said: "Brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts, don't be offended. I just want to make a fortune. It's dry here and the scenery is good. It's better than soaking in water. You can live here."
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After saying that, I put three sticks of incense on the ground, and then I went back to the house to sleep.
I covered myself with a quilt and slept soundly at first, but then I had a nightmare.
I dreamed that there were many dark shadows walking around in the courtyard, and then these shadows pushed the door open and came in.
These people were in rags, men and women, old and young. They all gathered around with stern faces and expressionless expressions. There was a child with no clothes on, no eyeballs in his eyes, just two black eyes.
He stood beside my bed, tilting his head and looking at the hole.
I woke up from the nightmare and it was dawn.
I went to Ye Zi's house, and her father was as enthusiastic as ever.
"Do you have any antique collectors here?"
"Are you going to sell those big jars?"
I said yes.
Ye Zi thought for a while and said: "I know there is a man named Donglei who came to our village to collect antiques before."
This type of people are front-line shovelers. They basically can't offer high prices and don't have the strength.
"How old is this man? What kind of car does he drive?"
Ye Zi said: "More than 40 years old, driving a motorcycle."
"Besides this Donglei, is there anyone else?"
Ye Zi shook his head and said no more.
Ten Northern Song Dynasty Guangze Kiln white porcelain jars with lids. I want to sell each one for 50,000, and the total price is 500,000. The shovel of land Ye Zi mentioned is called Donglei. His family doesn’t have a car, so he rides a motorcycle. I’m afraid.
He can't take out so much.
"Xiang Feng, how much can those jars be sold for?"
"That's not necessarily true. It might be sold for 100,000 yuan."
After hearing this, Ye Zi frowned: "Then I am compensated? I can only share 40,000 for 40%. You said you would give me 50,000 before. Xiang Feng, I don't understand anything, you won't lie to me, right?"
"You can't lie to me, I trust you so much."
I took a sip of water and said, "As I said, it's not necessarily the case. It's possible to sell it for 200,000 yuan. It's all up to negotiation. Why are you panicking?"
Seeing her father in the kitchen, Ye Zi suddenly came over.
She put her hand on my thigh and whispered: "Xiang Feng, did you go to the Internet cafe to watch imperial movies yesterday?"
"cough!"
I choked on my water.
"Nonsense! Who did you hear that I went to an Internet cafe?"
"Oh, don't worry about it, I listen to what others say anyway."
Ye Zi wanted to please me and wanted me to give her more money. While my father was away, she secretly stuffed something into my hand and whispered: "Don't go to the Internet cafe to watch royal movies. Let's go to the reservoir at night. There
