In the back of Dongtai Antique City, a middle-aged man was already standing there waiting. When he saw Hua Borong, he came over with a smile on his face.
"Boss Hua is here."
"Old Song, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
"Wherever, I just arrived."
Listening to the middle-aged man's words, Fang Ming, who was standing behind Hua Borong, smiled. The middle-aged man obviously said polite words. Judging from the cleanliness of the door, this man was at least...
It's been more than half an hour.
"Okay, Old Song, there's no need to be polite between us. This is Fang Ming, a relative of mine from far away. He wants to come and see your shop this time."
Hua Borong and Song Xiong exchanged a few pleasantries before introducing Fang Ming, and Song Xiong also cast his eyes on Fang Ming, with a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Hua Borong called him last night and said that a friend would want to see his store tomorrow and if he thought it was suitable, he would buy it. In Song Xiong's mind, he thought he was at least in his forties. After all, Kai Wenwan
The people who work in shops like this are all elderly.
Firstly, it’s because young people nowadays are not interested in these things, and secondly, it’s because running this kind of store requires a certain degree of vision, and vision comes from experience, and it takes at least ten years to get started.
Now that he saw Fang Ming's age, the enthusiasm on Song Xiong's face was half gone. He thought that young people like Fang Ming were more of a temporary interest. Even if he really wanted to buy his shop, he probably wouldn't.
Take over the treasures in his store.
Hua Borong also noticed the change in Song Xiong's attitude, but he didn't say anything. Anyway, this time he brought Fang Ming to see the store. As for whether he should order it or not, it was another matter.
Fang Ming, on the other hand, didn't care about Song Xiong's change in attitude. He nodded and said hello with a smile, "Hello, Boss Song."
"Young Master Fang started a big business at such a young age. He is really a formidable person."
As a businessman, although Song Xiong said he didn't care much about Fang Ming, he still pretended to be flattering in his words, but in his heart he already regarded Fang Ming as a rich second generation.
Fang Ming smiled without explaining, and began to look at Wen Baozhen's door.
There are two large pillars in front of Wen Baozhen's door, with some dragon and phoenix patterns carved on them. On both sides of the wooden pillars are two stone lions, majestic and majestic.
"This pair of stone lions must have been invited by Boss Song after he bought this shop." Fang Ming asked with a smile, seemingly unintentional.
Hearing Fang Ming's words, Song Xiong had a look of surprise on his face, because he didn't expect Fang Ming to say the word "please".
Many young people today simply don't know that stone lions and even some Buddhist beads and jade pendants cannot be called "buy" or "get", but can only be addressed with the word "please".
At least Fang Ming's word "please" made Song Xiong's recognition of him a little higher. He immediately explained: "Yes, I invited this stone lion a year ago, and I specially sent it to the temple for consecration."
Pass."
Fang Ming stared at the stone lion for a few times, raised the corner of his mouth and did not ask any more questions, and then followed Song Xiong into the store.
As Hua Borong introduced, the Wen Baozhen store is quite large. The entire first floor is more than 150 square meters and is 30 meters deep. There is also a door on the left leading to the second floor.
wooden ladder.
"Most of the things on the first floor are aimed at strangers and tourists. These display cabinets can display more than 500 small objects in total."
Song Xiong introduced and Fang Ming also observed. Many display cabinets were already empty, but some display cabinets still contained some objects, Buddhist beads, walnuts and other small objects.
"Old Song, you don't have anything interesting to see on this floor. You'd better take us directly to the second floor."
Hua Borong had been paying attention to Fang Ming, and when he saw Fang Ming walking around on the first floor, he spoke.
As one of the earliest merchants in the Dongtai Antique City, Hua Borong knows the routes of some shops very well. For a two-story shop like Lao Song, the first floor usually doesn’t have any good stuff, only items worth hundreds of dollars.
There are thousands of small items, which are also aimed at out-of-town tourists or individual travelers wandering around.
The really good things are all placed on the second floor. Of course, the second floor is usually only used to receive regular customers or big customers who seem to have purchasing power.
When Hua Borong said this, Song Xiong showed a bitter expression on his face and explained: "Boss Hua, naturally my small shop cannot compare with your Huabao Building, but there are a lot of good things here."
After finishing speaking, Song Xiong pointed to the display cabinet where Fang Ming was currently staying and said, "The beads Mr. Fang saw are all small-leaf red sandalwood. These beads alone cost tens of thousands."
After hearing Song Xiong's words, except for Hua Mingming who glanced curiously, Fang Ming and Hua Borong both laughed. Maybe many people feel that red sandalwood is very precious when they hear it. After all, it has the reputation of "an inch of red sandalwood, an inch of gold". In ancient times,
It is also a royal tree.
Such a title given to red sandalwood makes many people feel that it is very precious when they hear the word red sandalwood. However, in fact, red sandalwood is just a general name for trees and there are many classifications below.
If the orange grows in Huainan, it becomes orange; if it grows in the north of Huaihe, it becomes orange.
The same is true for red sandalwood. Due to the environmental impact of different places of origin, the red sandalwood in each place is slightly different. The best quality is naturally the small-leaf red sandalwood from India, but the small-leaf red sandalwood from India has long been purchased by the Ming Dynasty royal family.
The so-called royal wood refers to the Indian small-leaf rosewood at that time.
But even the rosewood in the same area is different. The rosewood used by the royal family is naturally selected from the best texture of a piece of rosewood, while some leftovers are not so precious in comparison.
To give a simple example, if you select a person with good grades from a class, the grades will be amazing, but they do not represent the average level of the class. The same is true for red sandalwood, but not only red sandalwood, but also other so-called precious woods.
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Therefore, some people spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy red sandalwood beads, which are not considered expensive, and some people spend several hundred to buy them, which are not considered cheap. Of course, those who buy fakes are not among them.
The red sandalwood beads here in Songxiong are of average quality and have messy textures. They are polished with some leftover materials. The cost of such a string of beads is only a few dozen yuan.
As the owner of Huabao Lou, Hua Borong, who has been in the Dongtai antique market for so many years, naturally knows the tricks in this. In fact, this is also the unspoken rule shared by all the shops on the entire antique street, including his Huabao Lou.
Same thing.
The ones placed on the outside are all used to deceive tourists and the uninformed. Small items worth a few dozen yuan sold for hundreds, a thousand yuan are nothing to tourists nowadays.
Seeing that Hua Borong and Fang Ming just smiled and didn't answer anything, Song Xiong didn't brag anymore and led the three of them towards the second floor.
The moment he walked over the stairs and stepped onto the second floor, Fang Ming's eyes lit up, and Hua Borong on the side even said, "Old Song, I can't tell you have a lot of good things."
"No, no, how can something like this catch your eye, Boss Hua?"
At this time, Lao Song became humble, and Fang Ming smiled. This seemed to be a characteristic of Chinese people, who behaved very modestly when facing something they were proud of.
Obviously, the things on the second floor are what Song Xiong cares about, and they are also treasures that Song Xiong is proud of. And Fang Ming was indeed attracted by several of them.
PS: I was drunk last night, sorry, I didn’t wake up until now, so the update is late.