"Boss, I have already told my father about your coming. He also reported to grandpa. Grandpa said he is very welcome and wants to entertain you with the fine wine he has collected for many years. By the way, I just happened to be thinking about it.
Go find a gift for grandpa. Boss, you have a sharp eye and come with me to the antique street."
"sure."
Wu Yong agreed.
He made his fortune by hunting for antiques.
But only once.
He really hasn't been to the antique street during this period of time.
Anyway, nothing to do.
Go and see if you can find any treasures.
Zhou Peng took Wu Yong to the largest antique trading market in the provincial capital.
This place is known as the Panjiayuan of Jiangnan Province.
Whether you want rare treasures or extremely exquisite fakes, you can find them here.
It's already night.
The market is still brightly lit.
Veterans who have been immersed in the antique trade for many years are either in small groups chatting about their recent experiences, or playing with newly purchased treasures in the store.
Zhou Peng and Wu Yong attracted the attention of several pairs of eyes as soon as they got out of the car.
First of all, the car for the two of them is unusual.
Zhou Peng drives a Mercedes-Benz G65 that was newly purchased for him by his family. Anyone who can drive such a car must undoubtedly have a very strong family background.
Secondly, they look very young for their age.
Being young means having very little experience and qualifications.
A combination of the two.
In the eyes of these old people, they are undoubtedly like a beautiful fat sheep. If they can be slaughtered and eaten, they may not have to open for a month.
With this mentality.
Wu Yong and Zhou Peng just got out of the car and walked into the street.
Several uncles gathered around him.
"Hey, little brother, I'm here to hunt for antiques. If you want anything, just tell me. I have everything here."
"That's right, there's nothing you can't buy on our street."
"I guarantee that everything here is genuine. If you don't find what you want, I can also contact you from other places to help you escape to the treasure you want."
The enthusiasm of several people left Zhou Peng at a loss as to what to do.
He waved his hands and said, "Everyone, I just want to take a look."
Someone grabbed him and said, "Little brother, come to my place first to see if there is anyone you can like. I am right at the door, and the first one is here."
Can't help but explain.
Zhou Peng was pulled into a shop on the street.
The decoration of this store is very high-end.
There are all kinds of porcelain, jade and other objects in the display window, as well as calligraphy and paintings of famous people.
"Little brother, looking at your handsome appearance, I guess your education level is not low. You are here to buy antiques as a gift. I suggest you buy calligraphy and painting. Come and let me show you this calligraphy. This is my new purchase.
The calligraphy of famous artists in the Song Dynasty is quite like Wang Xizhi's style."
He pulled Zhou Peng to a display window.
He introduced it to Zhou Peng eloquently.
Zhou Peng hasn't spoken yet.
Someone next to me was joking.
"Lao Hu, your brain must be rusty. You have to show such bad words to your little brother. Didn't you see my little brother's car? You have the nerve to show it with such words. I would say you should at least show it.
The one you treasure must be the original work of Yan Zhenqing."
"It's just that I don't have any eyesight."
He was ridiculed by everyone.
Lao Hu said: "Okay, okay, I know you all want to see it, so I want to open your eyes. Wait, I will take out the original work."
Said.
He turned around and went to the back.
Five minutes passed.
He came out with a long box and carefully placed it on the table.
"Everyone, please keep your eyes open."
Lao Hu slowly opened the box.
Gently take out a scroll from inside.
The scroll looks very worn and dated.
The aroma of ink hits your nostrils after opening.
After gently stretching it on the table.
Everyone came together.
"What a good calligraphy! What a good calligraphy!"
"It really came from Yan Zhenqing's handiwork."
Old Hu pointed at the calligraphy with a smile and said: "I collected this calligraphy abroad last year and it is an authentic work by Yan Zhenqing. As we all know, very few of Yan Zhenqing's original calligraphy have been handed down. It can be said that every calligraphy is a rare treasure.
.I originally planned to pass this calligraphy down to my family, and did not intend to sell it. But strangely enough, I felt connected as soon as I saw the two little brothers. I don’t know if you like this calligraphy. If you like it,
I can consider selling it to you."
"I..." Zhou Pengcai said.
Lao Hu interrupted him and said: "Little brother, please don't be too busy making a decision, and then take a good look at it. This painting is majestic and majestic, so it's the most suitable gift. Of course, if you don't like it, I have other ones here.
The baby can recommend it to you."
Zhou Peng was a little dumbfounded after hearing this.
This group of people.
I really looked at him as if he were a baby.
Just this calligraphy, and they kept saying it was authentic.
I don't feel blushing either.
Zhou Peng laughed twice, not intending to expose them directly, and said tactfully: "Boss, I think it's better to forget it, let's go inside again. It's better to keep this treasure of yours until the next person comes to your door."
Said.
He and Wu Yong left directly.
"Hey, hey, don't go!"
Lao Hu greeted.
Others follow suit.
I want to drag the two of them to other shops around.
Both were rejected by Wu Yong and Zhou Peng.
"Boss, let's go inside. The water outside is too deep and there are not many treasures at all. They are all used to deceive newcomers who have just entered the industry and have no experience. For example, the wording just now, in the eyes of an expert, cannot be more clumsy.
, there are many obvious flaws. But if laymen can’t understand it, and there are a bunch of people touting it, it’s easy to be fooled.” Zhou Peng said.
"Yes." Wu Yong agreed deeply.
He has a pair of Chaos Gods, and nothing can be hidden from his eyes.
In the shops at the entrance.
There are few treasures that are old enough.
Most of them are old imitations and fakes.
If you really want to find some treasure, you have to go inside.
The two of them walked dozens of meters inside.
Fewer and fewer shops are open.
Many are no longer open after get off work.
When Zhou Peng was about to move forward, he was suddenly pulled by Wu Yong.
Wu Yong pointed to the right and said: "Let's go to this house and have a look."
Zhou Peng looked over.
This is an inconspicuous store with an old sign that doesn’t look like it, but it looks like it’s aged a bit.
The lights inside are also very dim.
The door is ajar.
I don't know whether it is open to welcome customers or has closed down.
"boss."
After pushing the door open and entering.
Wu Yong shouted, but no one answered.
He looked around.
Only then did I find an old man with a white beard sitting by the window, holding a teapot in his hand and drinking leisurely.
The old man glanced lazily at the door and said absently: "Coming to buy something? Let me tell you first, I only have fakes here, not real ones. If you want to find the real ones, you have come to the wrong place.