"Fang Yi, you kid is so amazing. You can actually find such a big leak in Panjiayuan?"

After walking out of Wu Tianbao's shop, Hua Ziyi looked at Fang Yi with a little admiration. Although he felt that Fang Yi should have had a great fortune, luck is also part of his strength. There are so many people visiting Panjiayuan every day, why can't those people meet the great fortune?

"One hundred thousand yuan is not a big loss, right?" Fang Yi said with a smile: "I heard that someone has spent dozens of dollars to get a piece of porcelain from Kangxi official kiln, and sold it for hundreds of thousands at a time. Compared to that guy, I am far from that guy..."

"Come on, you guys, just be content..."

Hua Ziyi interrupted Fang Yi, "I know what you said. It was in the 1980s. At that time, there were not many people paying attention to antiques, and they didn't sell them for hundreds of thousands of yuan at one turn. They were sold at the auction last year..."

Hua Ziyi naturally knew very well about what happened in the capital. The thing Fang Yi said did exist, but the story became a bit legendary after some people's word of mouth.

It is true that the porcelain from the Kangxi official kiln was bought for 60 yuan, but the Panjiayuan at that time did not have the scale of the present, nor was it as famous as it is now. Instead, it had just been changed from Panjia kiln to Panjia kiln, which was a well-known ghost market in the old capital.

The so-called ghost market refers to the "buying and sale of stalls in the middle of the night from the middle of the night, which is limited to dawn, and the people call it "a deal in stalls that are put on street stalls in the middle of the night."

It is said that from the late Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, the ghost market was very famous in the capital, such as "Dongxiao City" outside Chongwenmen, the "Night Market" outside Xuanwumen and the "Xiao City" outside Deshengmen. The ghost market in Panjiayuan belongs to the ghost market in the old capital. Someone entered the market at 4 a.m.

There are three sayings among the people. The first is that in the late Qing Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, and the country was about to perish, and the emperor could not save it. What's more, the ministers. Many of the Qing court left their nobles, lost wealth, and had no way to make a living after their families were in decline. They could only rely on selling the little property left by their ancestors to survive.

But these people were always prominent for a while. How could they afford to put down their airs and lose face? So they took advantage of the half-light and dark light before dawn and secretly went to the street to set up stalls and sell them. They avoided acquaintances and made a business. The capital was an imperial city, and it was a concentrated place for bureaucratic families. At this time, there were many dilapidated nobles. Over time, they became a "ghost market".

The second statement is that the ghost market opened early, before dawn, there were no electric lights, and the paint was black, the poor were lit and the fires were lit, and the rich carried lanterns, and under the simple lighting equipment as faint as ghost fire, the figures stopped and walked. They were erratic, and they would not say whether there was a ghost or not, but the ghost energy was first.

In addition, many gentlemen on Liang also came here to take advantage of some shameful things, and some counterfeiters took advantage of the chaos to sell some fakes, both of which were sneaky. In short, they were inseparable from the word "ghost", which was named after the ghost market.

The third statement of Ghost Market is all mysterious. Legend has it that Ghost Market opens when the yin and yang alternate, and the surroundings are full of light and shadows. You can't see me clearly, and I can't see you clearly. Therefore, not only does the strange people in the sun, but also attract the interest of gods and ghosts in the underworld. Maybe they buy things from you before they go back to the coffin.

The most interesting thing among the various legends is that it is said that Empress Dowager Cixi celebrated her 60th birthday. She had to ask her eunuchs to prepare fox furs. At that time, the country was in trouble. Where could she go to get fox furs for Empress Dowager Cixi?

Seeing that the time limit was about to be out of control, the little eunuch had no choice but to burn incense and worship Buddha. He really responded. He took advantage of the night to buy the best fox skin in the ghost market. The seller turned around and turned into a wisp of blue smoke. When he touched the fox skin, he was still hot. The little eunuch then realized that the seller was the incarnation of the fox fairy and took off his skin to save his life.

It is impossible to verify what kind of theory was formed in the ghost market, but the porcelain was bought from the ghost market in Panjiayuan by an old professor who had just rehabilitated him with the salary he had compensated him.

However, in the early 1980s, I could buy two popsicles for a cent. Sixty yuan was equivalent to a monthly salary of a level 8 worker, which was more than 6,000 yuan now. Most people had no spare money to buy antiques, so it was considered a bargaining, or not?

Also, after buying this official kiln porcelain, the old professor did not sell it at all, but put it at home for his own enjoyment. It was not until the old professor died in the mid-1990s that his son took it out and sold it.

So strictly speaking, the truth of this story of picking up bargains that is widely circulated in Panjiayuan is not as beautiful as everyone imagines.

Not to mention whether anyone was willing to spend so much money to buy antiques in the early 1980s, even if there were, and it was identified that it was true, it was almost impossible to sell at a high price in that era. It took nearly twenty years for the leak to be sold, and I believe that few people would pick it up.

"So that's the case? Then what I'm really a waste?"

After hearing Hua Ziyi's explanation, Fang Yi understood that it was really not a prank that there were many stories in the antique industry. He had performed so many versions of the bargaining, and he fooled so many people in the industry.

"Little? In Panjiayuan, how many people have picked up a big leak like you?" Hua Ziyi said angrily: "If this matter is spread, you will surely know your boy's name tomorrow. This person is faster than being on TV..."

"Well? Brother Hua, then do you have a way to spread this matter?" Fang Yi turned his eyes and said with a smile.

"It's spread? Your head isn't hot, right?"

Hua Ziyi looked at Fang Yi with a suspicion and said, "You are buying and selling bronze ware. Although the quotation is not specified, if the police want to investigate, there is still a way. There is no need to make you mess up because of this 100,000 yuan and that little reputation, right?"

As an important part of cultural relics and antiques, although the transaction of bronze ware is strictly prohibited by the state, it cannot be eliminated in antique shops. However, others are privately engaged in buying and selling bronze ware, and few people will go out to promote it after the transaction is completed. This is a dull business.

Although the bronze ware sold by Fang Yi looked like a inherited object, Fang Yi did buy it at the Panjiayuan street stall and then reselled it. In a sense, his behavior was already illegal. Such a thing can be big or small. If it is serious, it might be sentenced to a few years.

"It's okay, Brother Hua, I just sold a candlestick, and it didn't indicate that it was a bronze candlestick, and it didn't mean that it was a cultural relic..."

Fang Yi waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's so difficult to become famous now. I'm almost crazy when I see those celebrities who want to become famous. We have such good conditions, why don't we publicize it? Brother Hua, you can spread this matter so hard. It's better for the national antique shop to know..."

"Hey, I'll tell you that the truth is the truth, and that one is the lie?"

Fang Yi's attitude made Hua Ziyi a little confused. He believed that Fang Yi would not know the seriousness of this matter. Even if Sun Lianda's face and relationship would not be sentenced, the 100,000 yuan would definitely not be sentenced.

"I'm telling the truth, Brother Hua, just pass it on with confidence..." Fang Yi said firmly, and his face became serious. He was really not joking with Hua Ziyi, but wanted to teach Wu Tianbao an unforgettable lesson through this incident.

"By the way, Brother Hua, when you are passing the message, don't say you sold it for 100,000 yuan, you just said you sold it for hundreds of thousands..."

Fang Yi had another bad idea in his mind. He could see that the reason why Wu Tianbao wanted this bronze candlestick so urgently was that he had a next house. He might as well raise the price for him. If Wu Tianbao could really sell it, then the fun would be great.

"Aren't you afraid that the police will come to find the account?" Hua Ziyi also became serious. He could see that Fang Yi was not joking with him.

"Not afraid, I just sold a handicraft, why are I afraid of the police?"

Fang Yi was really not afraid, because when he finally handed over the bronze candlestick to Wu Tianbao, Fang Yi had already instilled himself in the spiritual consciousness and true energy that changed the nature of the candlestick, and all of them were extracted. If the candlestick was taken out again, it would be a fake thing at a glance.
Chapter completed!