Cheng Jiuhe rolled down the window: "I was introduced by Zhao Laoliu."
Hearing the words Zhao Laoliu, the man's smile suddenly changed: "Please come in."
The car drove into the farm and drove another four to five hundred meters before arriving at a large shed covered with linoleum felt.
Cheng Jiuhe parked the car in an open space, pulled Mengyu and walked towards the greenhouse.
There was still someone guarding the gate. Cheng Jiuhe said, "Introduced by Zhao Laoliu," and the man let him through.
Mengyu felt a little nervous and a little excited: Why does it feel like engaging in underground activities?
Entering the greenhouse, there were a lot of people inside, and there were five or six stalls set up. There were all kinds of antiques in front of everyone, but there were only thirteen or four people buying them. It seemed a bit deserted.
Cheng Jiuhe found that Mengyu's eyes sparkled when he saw the old things on the stalls. He couldn't help but laugh, it turned out that this sister really liked antiques.
It's really weird. In a girl's family, who doesn't like flowers and grass? Even those with a little money also like jewelry.
But she loves antiques!
He took her hand and said, "Come on, sister, let's go over and have a look too."
Approaching a stall, Mengyu heard Xiao Tao's voice: "Yeah, a lot of sun and moon essence. These things have absorbed a lot of sun and moon essence. Master, hurry up and bring them in. Bring them all in."
Mengyu suddenly remembered that this guy had put the ancient bottles into the space by himself, and quickly warned: "These antiques belong to others, you are not allowed to take them privately."
Xiao Tao pouted: "Master, last time I took the ancient bottle privately, it was because I knew that the ancient bottle belonged to the owner."
Only then did Mengyu feel reassured: "Look quickly, which antiques have the most essence of the sun and moon on them?"
Following Xiaotao's instructions, Mengyu pointed to the items on the stall and asked the price: "Boss, how do you sell this chipped bowl?"
The middle-aged and thin boss looked at the shabby black bowl and said, "This one costs a hundred yuan."
Mengyu was dissatisfied: "Boss, this is broken. And it's not a treasure, it's just a common item. If it's broken, it won't be valuable anymore. No one will buy it except me. It costs twenty yuan."
The boss thought for a while and agreed: "Take it."
Mengyu picked up another plate that Xiao Tao asked for and broke one-fifth of it: "Where is this?"
When the boss saw that what she was holding was a broken thing, he said, "Fifteen yuan."
After Mengyu understood the prices of these shabby items, she simply stopped asking one by one. Following Xiao Tao's instructions, she quickly selected several tattered antiques.
She put the tattered antiques she wanted in front of her boss: "Boss, how do you sell this pile of tattered old things?"
The boss looked at the five or six antiques and found that they were all damaged and difficult to repair. They were all common products, so he made a reasonable price: "Let's give them a hundred yuan together."
Cheng Jiuhe looked at the pile of tattered antiques selected by Mengyu and frowned: "Sister, why did you choose all these tatters? You didn't come here to buy tatters, did you?"
When others buy antiques, they buy them with collectible value and wait for the value to increase in the future.
When Mengyu buys antiques, she buys those that absorb the most essence of the sun and the moon, that is, the oldest ones. Therefore, she is not afraid of tatters, but is afraid of not being old enough.
Mengyu gave her brother a reason: "Brother, I chose these junk things just to learn how to do archeology. So I am not afraid that they will be rotten, but I am afraid that they are not very old."
When Cheng Jiuhe heard that Mengyu was here to study, he ignored her.