For two people to eat, there are not many options to choose from, either Western food or Shanghai-style Western food.
However, it was still early for dinner, so after the two of them made reservations near the Bund, they were ready to find a place to kill some time.
"Daughter-in-law, where should we go next?"
Qin Ruoshu's eyes rolled around. After thinking for a while, he tentatively asked, "How about we go to the City God's Temple?"
As soon as his wife opened her mouth, Zhou Yan knew that this person was still thinking about picking up the leak. However, since his wife was happy, Zhou Yan didn't bother to tell her how deep the water was.
I drove across the Huangpu River and found a parking lot near the Chenghuang Temple. After finding the parking space, I parked the car.
"Um... hello!"
As soon as I got off the car, I found a curious baby staring at the retro-style D12.
"Can I ask, what brand is your car?"
"Other brands are worthless..." Zhou Yan blurted out a lie.
"It's not like..." The curious Modu aunt looked at the car logo carefully, "This propeller is more realistic than 'Don't Touch Me'..."
Zhou Yan was a little speechless: "We still have something to do, why don't you watch first?"
After saying that, Zhou Yan took Qin Ruoshu and left.
After the two left, the middle-aged aunt walked around the car. After thinking about it, she still didn't want to give up. She took out her mobile phone, took a photo, and sent it to the geese.
"Who knows what kind of car this is?"
“Spyker D12 is not yet on the market!”
"Sister, have you met a super wealthy person?"
…
After leaving the parking lot, Qin Ruoshu took Zhou Yan straight to the City God Temple.
"What are you doing here?"
Qin Ruoshu took the expensive incense candle and inserted it into the incense burner. After bowing three times, he turned around and looked at Zhou Yan happily: "First, let's bow to the local snake!"
"You..." Zhou Yan didn't know what to say, and reluctantly followed Qin Ruoshu and left the City God's Temple.
After entering the antique market in the Chenghuang Temple, Qin Ruoshu felt confident. He kept scanning the stalls with his eyes, looking confident.
After walking for a few minutes, Qin Ruoshu suddenly realized a problem: the City God seemed, should, probably, and maybe could not control the God of Wealth...
"Husband, our stick of incense should have been wasted. The next step is up to you!"
The heavy burden falling from the sky almost crushed Zhou Yan's waist.
"Daughter-in-law, you really think highly of me!" Zhou Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It depends on luck to pick up a missing child..."
Zhou Yan knows very well how deep the water in the antique business is.
The group of people at the top of the pyramid in the antiques industry played a trick of cutting leeks. Looking at the capital, when the antiques business was still in its infancy, they began to "purchase" and hoard goods, and when the time was right, they began to hype the concept.
, raise the market, cut leeks...
The lower level of the antique industry pyramid is the middle class, which is composed of retail investors, large and small.
In this class, if you want to make money, there are two ways: one is to throw money, and the other is to rely on knowledge. Only if you are richer than other "retail investors" can you buy better goods; only if you have broader knowledge than others, can you have more money.
Opportunities to pick up leaks, dig holes, or lay mines...
At the bottom of the antique business, there is a bottle of "leeks" that is less than half the bottle. These people play with the most popular things, and these people only know that antiques make money, but they have never thought that antiques are
How to make money...
The Magic City is located in Wuyue, which has a short history of being founded. It is also located in a land of plenty and has a mild climate, which is not suitable for the preservation of cultural artifacts. The only porcelains in the surrounding area that are suitable for preservation are Yue kilns and the like.
Just when Zhou Yan was thinking about how to shoulder the heavy responsibility, Qin Ruoshu's hand holding Zhou Yan's arm suddenly let go...
"There are actually oil paintings?"
When the stall owner saw someone "appreciating" his goods, he immediately started chatting: "I asked an expert to identify this painting. It is a work after the Renaissance and before World War I..."
Zhou Yan ignored the chattering stall owner, walked up to the counter, looked carefully at the blue color on the oil painting, and then pulled Qin Ruoshu away...
After walking far away, Qin Ruoshu, who had never spoken, shook Zhou Yan's arm: "Honey, what was going on with that painting just now?"
"For oil painting appraisal, sky blue is the easiest to identify," Zhou Yan smiled slightly, "Before the advent of synthetic pigments, that is, before World War II, blue pigments were a luxury product because lapis lazuli was needed to make blue pigments, and
It’s still high-end goods…”
"Lapis lazuli?" Qin Ruoshu thought for a while, "Some officials in the Da Zhuo Dynasty wore lapis lazuli on their hats, right?"
"That's right," Zhou Yan nodded, "the darker the color, the higher the grade of lapis lazuli required. Many painters basically go bankrupt with just one painting, just like Michelangelo's works, just because
I couldn’t afford lapis lazuli, so it ended up being unfinished..."
"Then if someone uses lapis lazuli to make fakes..."
"Basically, this situation does not exist," Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, "The main origin of lapis lazuli is AF Han, and there has never been peace in that place..."
After going out to sea to salvage porcelain, she also knew that Zhou Yan could make fakes, so Qin Ruoshu rarely paid attention to the porcelain on the stall.
After seeing the oil painting just now, Qin Ruoshu also suddenly realized a problem: there are a lot of crooked nuts in the magic city, and there are almost no genuine ones left in those crooked things...
"Depressing..."
As for Jiangnan, which is "rich in talented people", another major feature is calligraphy and painting...
Qin Ruoshu glanced at Zhou Yan, who kept looking at the calligraphy and painting and shaking his head, and knew that there was nothing serious about it.
While walking, Qin Ruoshu suddenly noticed that Zhou Yan's eyes suddenly stopped at one of the stalls selling ink pads.
"Can you open the lid and take a look?"
The stall owner selling ink pads is a young man in his twenties, about the same age as Zhou Yan, but his face is full of traces of survival.
"Can!"
Zhou Yan seemingly moved his hand to one of the wooden boxes intentionally, opened the lid, and looked at it carefully in his hand.
"Boss, you are not from Shanghai, right?"
"Well, I'm from Changzhou, my hometown!"
Zhou Yan seemed to be very satisfied with the young man's answer and nodded with a smile: "Changzhou is a good place with abundant resources and outstanding people!"
"By the way," Zhou Yan put aside the ink pads he had just seen, picked out a few boxes that looked a bit old, and put them together, "How do you sell these ink pads?"
Before the stall owner could speak, an old man who was watching the fun suddenly interrupted: "Young man, the age of these ink pads is as old as fifty years!"
The old man succeeded in making the stall owner's face change color...
"Old man, do you play calligraphy and painting?"
"Calligraphy and painting?" The old man shook his head blankly, "I am engaged in oil painting..."
"No wonder," Zhou Yan looked at the other person carefully, "those who engage in oil painting rarely leave their names on their works..."
After saying that, Zhou Yan ignored the other party and looked at the stall owner with a smile: "Boss, when I went out, the elders in the family should have told me the price of the ink pad, right?"
The boss nodded in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and then said carefully: "Before I went out, my grandma said that the materials are hard to come by, and the production is time-consuming and labor-intensive..."
"Just say it straight," Zhou Yan couldn't laugh or cry, "You can't scare me..."
"That box is ten thousand, that box is eight thousand..."
