Chapter 296 Entering the Ghost Market and Meeting the Soul Bottle King
Have you seen Ru kiln?
Don't believe the description "after the rain, the sky and the blue clouds pass by." The real Ru kiln is green with gray in it, and the number of pieces in existence is by no means the only more than 70 pieces that experts say.
I went over and took a look at this thing. At that time, I thought it looked like a Ru kiln, but I didn't dare to recognize it because the bottom tire exposed when the plate was broken was not the kind of fragrant gray tire, but a thick black tire. So I
I thought it was a Longquan kiln celadon plate from the early Ming Dynasty, so I didn't pay much attention to it and just missed it.
At that time, the old lady asked for 85,000 yuan, but no one bought it, so she left.
At 3:40 in the middle of the night, the door opened and people rushed in!
There are no market managers in the ghost market during this period, just the stalls in the greenhouses. You can occupy whichever one you like.
I ran over and found a spot, just put the box there, and then I spread a newspaper and sat on the floor playing with my phone.
"Hey, boss! What kind of goods are you selling? You don't even open the box."
"Don't fucking shine in my face. Does what I sell have anything to do with you?"
"Hey, there must be something wrong with you personally!"
I waited until about four o'clock in the morning when suddenly a young man wearing a peaked cap squatted in front of my stall.
This man's face was wrapped in a scarf, so he couldn't tell what he looked like, but he seemed to be young, around thirty at most.
"Hello, brother."
"Hello." I shook hands.
"Seller of carrots?" he asked.
"How do you know?" I asked.
He pointed to the trolley box wheel and said, "There is dirt on the wheel."
I stood up and said, "Do you want carrots or white radish?"
She smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether it's red or white, as long as it grows from the soil, I want it."
I lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, "You're not a chicken, are you?"
He squatted on the ground and said, "Do you think I look like me?"
I said it doesn't look like it.
He stood up, clapped his hands, handed me a business card and said, "Call me at dawn. I have the strength. Let's talk about everything." After that, he turned around and left.
I shouted: "Hey! Brother! Don't you look at the contents of the box!"
He turned around and said, "There's nothing in your fucking box! What are you looking at!"
I was stunned and laughed.
I opened the box and found nothing inside except a pile of scrap newspapers. At the same time, I lowered my head and glanced at the business card, which read: "The Soul Bottle King, Qin Xida." Underneath was a row of mobile phone numbers.
At about seven o'clock in the morning, I finished my breakfast and wiped my mouth. I took out my mobile phone and dialed the mobile number printed on the business card. After a chat, the other party reported an address and I drove there.
It was in an old neighborhood. When I arrived, I knocked on the door.
"Come in, the door is unlocked."
As soon as the door was opened, a crisp bell sounded.
I looked up and saw that there was a hand-cranked copper bell hanging above the door. This thing came from Hunan, probably in the early Qing Dynasty, and was a soul-calling bell.
"Here we come, brother." The man greeted him.
Now that the disguise was gone, I could see clearly what this man looked like. He was about 27 or 28 years old, with short hair, very white teeth, and a bit of a handsome look.
"Qin Xida."
"Xiang Feng."
The two parties shook hands, and I asked out of curiosity: "Brother, the Soul Bottle King written on your business card is that you specialize in soul bottles?"
He said: "No, as long as there is something that can make money out of the soil, I will do anything. The soul bottle business is just one of them."
He added: "Brother Xiang Feng, although we are meeting for the first time, I can see that we are in the same family."
"Oh, how come you can see it?"
"Haha, you're not married yet, are you?"
I shook my head.
"You haven't talked to your girlfriend either, right?"
I nodded.
He smiled and said: "Haha, you see, I feel right, right? When I first saw you, I felt that we were in the same boat, because strong people are doomed to be lonely, and excellent people are generally single."
After hearing this, I instantly felt a sense of identity and felt that I might have met a soulmate.
He said: "Come with me and show you around my place."
He took me into the house and took a look, and I was immediately shocked.
There are shelves on the wall. In addition to a few bronzes, there is a room full of soul bottles and soul warehouses! There are them from all dynasties! The total number is no less than 500, and there are many rare styles that even I have never seen before!
If the minimum price is 50,000 yuan per piece, then these soul bottles can be exchanged for at least 20 million yuan.
I couldn't help but say, "Tsk, tsk! This is an eye-opener! I didn't expect that a boss as big as you, brother, would go to Panjiayuan in person."
"Ha ha!"
He laughed and said, "Brother, what do you mean, wouldn't a boss as big as you set up a street stall?"
He proudly said: "These are only part of my collection. I have six warehouses in Beijing where I store these things."
“So many?” I asked curiously, “Can we sell them?”
Soul bottles are an extremely unpopular collection in China. He collected so many of them, and I thought I would not be able to sell them until the end of the Year of the Monkey.
Unexpectedly, he shook his head and said with a smile: "People in China don't like to see this stuff at present, but it is very popular abroad, especially in South Asia. There are many people who want these old soul bottles that are hundreds of thousands of years old on the black market there.
There are always hot-selling items on the market, and demand often exceeds supply.”
"What are they coming for?" I asked curiously.
He told me: "Rich people buy them to store ashes, perform rituals, make brands, etc. They are worthless in China, but they have many uses over there."
“What kind of brand do you want to make?”
He said: "This is an industry, making various Three Realm cards, Yin cards, Guman and so on."
"Gumantong?"
The Sanjie Pai is a kind of amulet made of deer bones. I know this. I have also heard of some Yin Pai. Some bosses in our domestic jadeite industry, mining and other hugely profitable industries like to wear these.
He smiled and said: "Brother, Gumantong and Guman are not the same thing. Guman sews the ashes of a dead child into a rag doll, and then takes it to the temple to worship for three years. Three years later, the dead child
The child will have immeasurable merit and will be liberated. This is usually done by parents for their children."
"That Gumantong thing is amazing. It's made from the corpses of intact children. It's what we call raising imps in our country. It's so evil that I generally don't touch it."
After hearing this, I said: "By the way, I don't have many soul bottles. I mainly have other things, including jade, gold, silver and so on."
He snapped his fingers: "Brother, you don't understand what I mean. The soul bottle is just a part of my industry. I, Qin Xida, have customers all over the world. I accept everything! There is nothing I dare not accept."
I frowned and said, "I don't want to sell my things abroad."
He nodded: "It seems that you are still a conservative, so sell it to domestic collectors. I have a way."
I immediately went downstairs and grabbed a few samples from the car.
"These...are these things from the Xixia Kingdom?"
I nodded and said I have good eyesight!
"Tsk tsk, these things of yours are really rare. I've seen many of them for the first time. Are there any others?"
I said I didn't bring it with me, but I have clear photos.
After looking at the photo carefully, his eyes lit up and he said directly: "How much?"
I thought about it and said, "Tuan Ti Meili Yin."
He shook his head and said: "Twenty million? I really can't believe it. Brother, it's our first time to deal with you and you don't understand me. I always give you a good price for the things I like. Ten million! You have to confirm the sale. I will do it in the morning."
I’ll transfer your money!”
"Well...can't it be at a higher point?"
He shook his head: "No! I'll give you this price till the end!"
After pretending to think about it, I extended my hand and said, "Deal!"
He pointed at me and smiled: "That's okay, but you have to make sure that everything is intact."
I said don't worry, I'll keep your stuff intact.
Before leaving, he handed me something wrapped in red cloth. I didn't know what it was.
I opened it and saw inside was a transparent plastic pendant with a long strand of hair curled in the pendant.
He said: "It's our first time meeting you. I'm giving you a small gift. Just accept it without being polite."
"What is this? Isn't it the kind of dirty trick from abroad?" I asked.
"Don't be afraid, this is not a negative card, this is Bin Ling."
"What is Benling?"
He smiled and said: "Do you want to find a foreign girl to serve you? She is very beautiful and has a good figure, but this girl is a bit underweight."
"How light?"
He lit a cigarette and pointed a finger at me:
"Weighing one gram, it's a soul. It's called Bin Ling in the trade. This is what I'm giving you."
