Chapter 14 Black Market

Wang Tianshi left Zhonghai Da that night, and stopped the taxi and headed straight for the wooden house at the foot of Niumang Mountain a hundred miles away. In order to prevent accidents, he only brought a painting tube and left the notes in his dormitory.

When we got out of the car and arrived at the wooden house, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. Wang Guangyuan and two middle-aged men, one tall and one short, were waiting.

When Wang Guangyuan pulled Wang Tianshi and introduced him to the other party, Wang Tianshi quietly looked at him. The tall man was big and thick, and the muscles on his arms were uneven. Even if he had never practiced martial arts, he had at least had exercised. The shorter man looked sick, but his eyes were still bright, but he was a cripple.

"Come on, Tianshi, I'll introduce it to you," Wang Guangyuan pointed to the short man and said, "This is A Jin," he pointed to the tall man and said, "This is A Ming. I don't know if you still remember it. When I was a child, A Jin and A Ming hugged you!"

Wang Tianshi still remembers nothing, but when his father said he was looking for someone from his hometown, Wang Tianshi's heart fell halfway. Wang Tianshi's ancestral home was not Zhonghai. When Wang Guangyuan was just born, his old man Wang Dingzhang calculated that Wang Guangyuan had no water in the five elements. In order to prevent Wang Guangyuan from dying for a young age, his family moved to Zhonghai, which was close to the river and sea. He rarely walked with the people from his hometown, but they were relatively well-off, but they often helped poor relatives in their hometown. No matter how many of them were, they didn't know.

"I've seen the young master!" Ajin Aming was very respectful to Wang Tianshi. Wang Tianshi was so scared that he jumped up and shook his hand quickly and said, "Don't call the young master, call the person alive. Brother Jin Ming, just call me Tianshi."

"Okay Young Master Tianshi!" Aming said in a muffled voice, making Wang Tianshi very embarrassed.

Wang Guangyuan shook his head helplessly and pulled Wang Tianshi aside and said, "Ajin suffered from polio since he was a child and could hardly walk. It was the old man who spent money to make him paralyzed and cripple him for his studies. Others are smart. Now, I do some business in the county. At first, I have the capital in it. Aming had made a mistake before, but later he went to the bureau. I spent money to get him out. Because he knew some martial arts, I spent money to let him open a martial arts school in his hometown county. They are all old relatives and can definitely trust him."

Wang Tianshi was completely relieved and sighed that his father was not very good at identifying antiques, but his work was quite safe. With Ah Ming, their safety would be more guaranteed, and this was more conducive to the implementation of his plan.

The four of them entered the house, lit the oil lamp, and covered it with a glass lampshade. Wang Tianshi pulled out the forged ancient painting from the painting cylinder and carefully spread it on the wooden table.

Ajin Amin stared at her eyes wide and for a long time, Amin said in a muffled voice: "This painting is so old!"

Ajin, who has always rarely spoken, pulled Ahming, "Don't talk nonsense, don't forget what Uncle Wang does. This is an antique. Do you know the antique? When Uncle Wang went back two years ago, he spent 20,000 yuan to buy a can of lard for Mr. Li, the home decoration of old man Li in our village. That is an antique!"

Wang Tianshi was so amused and laughed, but this was pretty good. Following Wang Guangyuan's words left him speechless.

"Tianshi, when did the old man get this painting of Shen Zhou in Ming Dynasty, and when did he give it to you?" Although Wang Guangyuan did not see the authenticity of the painting, he had been operating antiques for so many years, and it was reasonable to see from the style and seals of the painting that this painting was a work of "Shen Zhou". As for Wang Guangyuan who could not see the authenticity of the painting, it was also not Wang Tianshi's expectation. If Wang Guangyuan had this vision, he would not have bought fake blue and white porcelain.

"I asked my classmates to make the painting." Wang Tianshi did not tell the authenticity of the painting. Since his father regarded the painting as real, he would definitely understand the value of this authentic painting. Now that he said this, Wang Guangyuan immediately knew that the painting was fake. The reason why Wang Tianshi didn't say it clearly was because he was afraid that the person who sold the paintings, namely Ajin Aming, would know that the painting was fake, and he seemed to be lacking in confidence and showed his strength.

Although Ajin and Amin know nothing about antiques, fortunately, trading on the black market is not like in an auction. You need to use various professional terms to talk about paintings and buy and sell antiques on the black market, and compete with the buyer's eyesight and seller's determination. You don't need to say too much to those who sell paintings.

At this moment, Wang Guangyuan and Wang Tianshi made up a pretty tortuous story for this painting, and then taught Ajin some basic antique knowledge. Finally, Wang Tianshi slowly explained his plan...

The so-called black market is a place for secret transactions for some items obtained through illegal channels. This kind of black market not only trades antiques, but also precious jewelry for gold, silver and jewelry, and even luxury car watches.

However, compared to these, antiques must be the highest transaction volume on the black market. Because of the characteristics of antiques, they are destined to be the easiest to be bleached and the most likely to be illegal to become "legal", the premise is to exclude antiques that have been exposed and have transaction records before.

After all, China has been around for five thousand years, and no one knows what is buried underground. Most of the antiques on the black market come to rob the tombs, and tomb robbers are worried about being corrupt and abused. If it is a large number of people or is of great value, public hawking will definitely cause suspicion, and the black market becomes the only choice.

There is no fixed location for the black market in China Overseas, and gangs are generally involved in maintaining order. However, for both buyers and sellers, as long as they find the gangsters and follow up, they can know the location of this black market.

Wang Guangyuan and his son taught Ajin the knowledge of antiques for most of the night and some basic rules of the black market. They recounted the whole plan again. After confirming that Ajin and Amin remembered it, they went to bed at dawn and slept until noon. The four of them ate some food in a hurry and then took a car into the city. In the evening, the four of them divided into two routes and arrived at the junction of the eastern suburbs of Zhonghai City.

This period of the black market was selected in an abandoned market in the eastern suburbs. Its geographical location was relatively remote, but the transportation was very convenient. After nightfall, dim lights lit up in the broken market, and some minivans pulled various goods into the black market.

The market is about one hundred meters long and ten meters wide. In the hot high temperature, it is filled with the smell of rotten vegetable leaves. As the night falls deep, the entire market begins to become active.

Generally speaking, at this time, the transactions are relatively cheap items, and truly valuable items appear relatively later. After all, people with treasures will undoubtedly be much more cautious. They will first check the safety situation around them before deciding whether to take action.
Chapter completed!