Zhang Xiaotian walked over and saw an old man inside, standing in front of the stall with a young man.
"How much is this?" the old man asked, pointing to a porcelain vase.
Zhang Xiaotian took a look and didn't find anything special about this porcelain vase.
"Mr. Zhang, you really have a good eye. This porcelain vase is a good thing. It's from the Ming Dynasty. If you want it, I'll give you a 20% discount. The original price is 60,000, and I'll sell it to you for 48,000." The stall owner suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.
Liang, immediately said with a smile.
"Haha, just such a broken bottle is worth forty-eight thousand? You don't want it even if you give me four hundred and eighty!"
Before Mr. Zhang could speak, the young man next to him spoke, his words full of disdain.
The stall owner paused, and the surrounding merchants burst into laughter.
"I'm talking about Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang is also a regular customer here. Are you still thinking of blackmailing him? I think you don't want to set up a stall here anymore."
"It's just forty-eight thousand. If you sell it for four hundred and eighty, you probably won't want it."
Suddenly, the merchant next to him burst into laughter.
The old man's expression did not waver. He pointed to another porcelain vase calmly and asked, "How much is this porcelain vase worth?"
Zhang Xiaotian looked at the porcelain bottle, and there was a halo of light flickering on it. He immediately understood that this thing was valuable.
"This?" Zhang Laoer thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Eight hundred!"
Obviously, he felt that Mr. Zhang was not easy to deceive.
"Okay, I bought it and gave you the money." The old man didn't bargain at all and asked the young man next to him to pay.
After the young man paid, the old man handed the porcelain vase to the young man's hands.
Zhang Xiaotian was very curious and followed the young and old couple to the back.
He wanted to understand why he could see the halos on those things.
He was also sure that if it had a halo, it must be valuable.
The old man's actions speak for themselves, otherwise he wouldn't have bought the porcelain vase without hesitation.
However, what these haloes represented was something he was eager to understand.
After following this old man Zhang for a while, the old man did not make any move.
When he reached the end of the alley and turned the corner, Zhang Xiaotian saw that the old man was going in the direction he was going, which was also towards Xiangyao Pavilion.
Seeing that it was along the way, he simply followed.
"Teacher, you have such good taste. Although the price of this porcelain vase is a little different, it is still authentic. I think the value of this porcelain vase is at least 80,000 yuan!" the young man sighed.
"One hundred thousand?" Zhang Xiaotian said in surprise. His hearing was very good now. Although this young man spoke softly, he couldn't hide it from him.
"The teacher has taught you everything, and now you still have a proficient process. Given time, you can also be like the teacher." The old man smiled, "However, this must be settled down and felt with your heart.
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Zhang Xiaotian, who was following behind him, stopped at this moment. He finally knew what the halo represented.
The intensity of this halo represents the value of the item.
In other words, those items without halo are ordinary items.
"Is it because I have developed inner energy that I can see these things?" Zhang Xiaotian couldn't help but think.
Apart from explaining the accident like this, he couldn't find a more reasonable explanation.
Zhang Xiaotian couldn't see it himself. In fact, when he looked at this, there was a halo flowing in his eyes unconsciously.
The inheritance of the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing is not limited to inner energy and cultivation techniques.
The medical sage traveled all over the world to search for medicinal herbs.
He studies the medicinal properties of medicinal materials in more detail than anyone else.
Then how could he not have a pair of piercing eyes?
Following the old man, Zhang Xiaotian came to the Xiangyao Pavilion.
Xiangyao Pavilion is a simple wooden house. When Zhang Xiaotian entered, his eyes suddenly brightened.
There is a strong medicinal smell inside, and there are many shelves inside, with various herbs placed on the shelves.
There are many clerks busy in the store.
What attracted Zhang Xiaotian the most were some of the antique calligraphy and paintings inside.
These all sparkle with halos, but the intensity of the halo is different.
The only thing that makes Zhang Xiaotian curious is that there is no halo of this flower hanging in the main hall.
Zhang Xiaotian estimated that this calligraphy and painting was most likely a fake.
This made him wonder, why did the owner of Xiangyao Pavilion put such a fake in the main hall?
"You old guy, why are you so well-informed? Tell me, how did you know that Song Yixian would come to my place?" Just as Zhang Xiaotian was looking at the fake painting, a cheerful voice sounded.
He hurriedly looked up and saw a young man pushing a wheelchair into the lobby. Sitting in the wheelchair was an old man in his sixties.
Presumably, this is what this person said just now.
"Hey, Boss Fang, I've been paying attention to Doctor Song for a long time. It's not unusual to know that he wants to come to your place today." Mr. Zhang, who just bought the porcelain, said, "I bought this porcelain for you, and the price is not the same."
Expensive, 80,000 yuan."
After saying this, Mr. Zhang wanted to signal to the young man next to him, and the young man handed the porcelain over with great respect.
"Eighty thousand yuan? Just talk nonsense. If you are willing to spend 80,000 yuan to buy this thing, then you are not Zhang Banxian. Your ability to identify treasures is second to none. I don't dare to say you are first. I think you are.
For eight hundred yuan, I bought something worth eighty thousand yuan."
The old man in the wheelchair was not fooled.
Speaking of this, it is obvious that he is very familiar with this old man named Zhang.
At this time, Zhang Xiaotian was also observing the old man in the wheelchair.
This man looked to be in his sixties, and he looked energetic, with an occasional twinkle in his eyes.
The only drawback is that my right leg is disabled and I can only sit in a wheelchair.
Zhang Xiaotian glanced at it and frowned, but didn't say anything.
"I said Boss Fang, please don't say that. I'm not some Zhang Banxian. These are all exaggerations." Although Mr. Zhang was exposed by the other party, he was not unhappy at all. Instead, he said with a smile.
"Okay, Lao Zhang, now that you're here, just take a seat. I made a promise in advance that when Dr. Song comes, I won't treat you. Don't blame me for not helping you. You also know Dr. Song's temper."
Boss Fang said, sitting in a wheelchair.
After saying this, Boss Fang also asked the young man next to him to make a pot of tea.
At the same time, he also noticed Zhang Xiaotian looking at the medicinal materials.
"Young man, do you want to buy medicinal materials?" Boss Fang asked doubtfully.
His Xiangyao Pavilion can be said to be the largest traditional Chinese medicine store in the city.
Generally speaking, those who come here are old customers or people who have made great achievements in traditional Chinese medicine.
Otherwise, no one else would come here.
As for Zhang Xiaotian, who is young and unfamiliar, he is obviously neither of the above.