Tang Shuangshuang curled his lips and said, "Uncle Fourth and I didn't look too carefully just now, and I didn't expect that we would be really shocked by you."

Tang Qi shook his head and smiled, "Not Mengzhong, this Huanghuali box is very inconspicuous. Even the stall owner did not see its material. It was mainly because it was a very special layer of paste on the outside, covering up the original appearance of Huanghuali. The stall owner did not expect that the box that packaged a pottery doll worth 100 yuan would use such expensive materials."

Qiao Zhi explained: "Whether it is yellow rosewood or red sandalwood, the price has been soaring. Including the ingredients of manual operation, it was a niche market that was not expensive even if it was not a human being."

Tang Qi laughed silently, "I learned from you as soon as I entered Panjiayuan. We should not be blinded by anything when we look at things in the future, and we should not ignore any details."

Qiao Zhi said modestly: "The main reason is that Sister Mei is afraid that she will be cheated, so she carefully studied the painted pottery and yellow rosewood wooden boxes. If you touched them at that time, you will definitely see that this wooden box is of great value."

Tang Shuangshuang pursed from the side, "Hmph, I think it's just a waste of luck."

Mei Ling couldn't help laughing, "I'm so lucky today. Did you find a vacant? I'll treat everyone to dinner at noon."

Tang Qi shook his head and smiled and said, "You are called great value for money, and it cannot be considered leak detection. The real leak detection is to fight against big things with small things, and you are going wherever you go."

Mei Ling shrugged, "Then I'll give us a good start for today's trip."

Tang Qi deliberately prepared to fight, "Yes, I have to do a big fight."

Following Tang Qi to the southeast corner of the stall, Tang Qi chatted with a man who was not tall and full of Beijing accent. The man carefully studied the three of them and said with a smile: "That is, Master Tang, you bring someone here. If it were someone else, if there was no deposit of tens of thousands, we wouldn't let them in."

Tang Qi said: "If they choose something, the commission will be deducted from my deposit."

The man grinned and said, "I'll feel relieved if you said this to Mr. Tang."

Under the leadership of the man, several people walked towards the southeast, and the stalls gradually decreased and the abortion became deserted. The man greeted the two of them one after another on the way. After five or six minutes, dozens of stalls appeared in front of him. There were not many items in the stalls, and each stall definitely did not exceed the incident. There were not many customers inside. Judging from the clothes and dress, it was completely different from those in the crowded places. Most of the people here were wearing round sunglasses, Tang suits, round hats, and squids in their hands. They squatted in one place. They chose an item and stopped letting go.

Qiao Zhi knew that this was the real ghost market in Panjiayuan. High-end sellers and players gathered here. The antiques on the outside are 100% fakes, but the probability of authentic products here can be about 100%.

Even if the things here are fake, their craftsmanship can be fake and real.

Not far away, a white man was squatting next to the stall and bargaining with the stall owner.

The white man's eyes fell on a blue and white character jar, with a circle of banana leaf patterns painted on the edge of the mouth, and a circle of darkly carved floral patterns on the shoulders and tails of the jar.

The silver-white and shiny can body is made of rocks, banana trees, courtyards and lotus ponds to highlight the theme of the characters' stories, and the modern aristocratic garden visits.

"Ten thousand US dollars, no more cheap. This is a lotus seed jar from the mid-Qing Dynasty. Put it in an auction house and find an expert to issue an appraisal certificate. The price can triple."

"Don't lie."

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I, one thousand yuan, if I sell it, I will pay now. If I don’t sell it, I will forget it.” Foreigners who can get involved in the ghost market are not ordinary people. They have only a few words in the accent and are not standard, but the Beijing accent is very strong.

"One thousand US dollars?" the stall owner asked.

"Huaxia Coin, boss, you should be realistic in your life and work. I think this bottle has a good craftsmanship. Although it is a modern work, the master is a top-notch master. If I transfer to foreign countries and put it on an import mark, I can still sell it at a good price. But if you want to use this thing to fool the experts present, you will think too beautifully." The foreigner's logic is very clear, and he is very accurate in the bottle.

Many players around are familiar with foreigners.

"Old Fan, just sell it to Jack. He said so bluntly, don't sell it to others." Someone cheered.

"Okay, I'll sell it at a loss. The purchase price is 1,500 yuan. If you sell it to you, you will lose 500 yuan. Alas, the business is getting worse and worse now." Lao Fan performed with heartache.

Qiao Zhi stood beside him and watched it interestingly. When the transaction was over, he planned to go to find Tang Qi and others not far away. He was about to leave, and his eyes fell on a black clay pot at the feet of the foreigner.

From psychology analysis, real objects and better imitations will be placed next to the stall owner, and those with slightly worse grades will be placed on the periphery. If it is an inconspicuous thing, it will be placed directly at a place where no one will take a look.

The clay jar looks dirty and covered with gray layers, as if it is being made old and exerted too much force.

"Boss, can you show me that dirty clay jar?" Qiao Zhi's eyes showed a hint of mockery and said in a very casual voice.

"What does it mean to be dirty? The mud on antiques is all history. You little guy is very handsome. Are you a good person? If you don't understand, don't ask questions. Just call your elders over and chat." The stall owner was packing porcelain bottles for the foreigner, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Qiao Zhi.

The clay jar is not valuable, and Qiao Zhi not only has a face but also has an accent, but he is too lazy to waste spitting.

Qiao Zhi walked straight over and said with a smile: "Boss, you don't want to give it to me, so I'll take it myself, okay?"

The boss thought to himself that this kid was really excited. He picked the most valuable thing in the stall and his eyes were amazing.

This guy must have read too many treasure appraisal novels, thinking that he could detect leaks and make a fortune by just doing it for a few tricks.

Young people should still be down-to-earth and not daydreaming all day long.

Qiao Zhi put the clay pot in his hand for a while and looked at it. His belly was a size smaller than the jar of pickled pickles, but it was very light. After touching the jar with his fingers, Qiao Zhi felt that the cells were jumping. The feel was too good, delicate and moist, and there was no tricky feeling.

"Uncle Fourth, look at Qiao Zhi, he is addicted and plans to buy a dirty jar." Tang Shuangshuang looked up and down from Qiao Zhi's hand, and tapped his fingers, and the jar body made a crisp sound.

Qiao Zhi smiled and said, "I just missed a pickle jar in the kitchen. This clay pot can still be used if I wash it."

The stall owner lowered his face and said unhappily: "You kid are too good at speaking. If you like it, you offer a price. If you want it, take it away. If you want it, it will not affect my business."

The bottle sold to the foreigner just now made almost 700 to 800 yuan. The ones around him were the treasures of the stalls. Even if those who took action, they would have to be super open.

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The high price usually depends on the treasures of the stalls to support the scene, like today, it is enough to set up a stall.

"This thing is quite old, it must be older than you. We are all our own people. I'll give you a little cheaper price for 800 yuan, and you can take it away immediately."

Qiao Zhi looked angry, "You are fooling me, do you think you are young and easy to bully? The bottle was so beautiful just now, it only sold for 1,000 yuan. Now you want 800 yuan for a jar?"

The stall owner was stunned, "The antique industry is not about whether it is good or not, but about studying cultural heritage. The older things are, the more valuable things are. This jar must be older than the bottle just now."

"Forget it, I can't afford it. I'd better buy it on Taobao. Although pickling pickles with too new jars will lose some charm..."

The stall owner was very anxious. The cost of collecting this jar was only 20 or 30 yuan, and it was collected with a fish tank. This jar was indeed used to pickle pickles at that time.

"You young man, you have a pretty irritable temper, you can offer a price!"

"Will you sell it for eighty years?" Qiao Zhi originally planned to say eight yuan. If he really shouted that, don't mention the transaction, the boss would definitely jump over and hammer himself.

"Get aside, you can take it away for 100 yuan." The stall owner looked heartbroken, "Brother, this is really not a jar of pickled pickles, it is a pot of old age, but I think I have a good fate with you."

Tang Shuangshuang glanced at Qiao Zhi with contempt. This guy was really useless.

The antique industry is about elegance. Qiao Zhi spent 100 yuan to buy a pickled vegetable jar, which is completely insulting!

"I'm really speechless. This ghost market is not something that ordinary people can come in. If you want to pick things, you have to buy some good things. My fourth uncle's face has been wiped out by you." Tang Shuangshuang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I wasn't going to buy it. Since you said that, I have to fight for it and have to buy it." Qiao Zhi smiled, "Buy a can for one hundred yuan and go back. This trip to Panjiayuan is also a souvenir. I just looked around and found that there seemed to be basically nothing less than one hundred. Although the pickled can of 100 yuan is a little extravagant, it is already cost-effective compared to buying other ones."

Qiao Zhi pretended to grit his teeth and made up his mind, scanned the QR code with his mobile phone, and paid 100 yuan.

The stall owner heard the sound of a hundred yuan coming to the account, kept shaking his head, and took out a paper box with quick hands and feet, put the clay pot into the box, and stuffed some plastic foam and other stuffed stuff in the middle, then found a rope and tied a knot, and then handed it to Qiao Zhi.

Tang Shuangshuang covered her face with her hands, looking unwilling to join in!

The fourth uncle said that Qiao Zhi is an expert, so he doesn’t look like an expert.

After Qiao Zhi left, the stall owner suddenly slapped his forehead, "This kid looks familiar!"

The stall next door reminded: "You finally realized that he is Qiao Zhi, a very famous chef."

The stall owner grinned and said, "No wonder the jar that wanted to pickle vegetables was a professional disease. Brother, let me tell you the truth. That jar was bought casually in a mountain village in Wuzhou five years ago, and it cost twenty yuan at that time!"

Tang Qi heard that Qiao Zhi spent 100 yuan to buy a pickled vegetable jar, so he asked him for it with great interest, and wanted to be full of eyes.

Qiao Zhi smiled and opened the box.
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