Most people make judgments based on what has happened; a few people can infer future changes from what is happening; only a very wise man can accurately predict the process of change, so as to plan ahead and seize the opportunity to seek the best interests of themselves or their group.

Xiao Qiang is not a wise man, at least he is not yet now.

The basis for his plan still needs to make judgments and decisions based on the current reality that is happening.

His strengths and weaknesses are equally significant.

The advantage is that it is based on incomplete memory, and it is possible to judge in advance what choice is correct - as long as the memory still makes a lot of money, it must be the Chaoyang industry.

But the disadvantage is that he does not know the inevitable steps in the development of this industry, so he cannot get a position in advance.

Just like today, he was excited to find a jewelry store on the street, but suddenly found that the only ones selling diamond rings and necklaces in China that sell jewelry such as jewelry in China are special counters, either state-owned arts and crafts stores, or overseas Chinese stores that are exclusively for foreigners to consume.

Xiao Qiang can borrow a diamond ring from his comrade-in-arms of the military region as a blueprint for reorganization.

With his current ability, there is no problem with recombining two or three hundred small diamonds a day.

But, who will he sell it to?

Xiao Qiang came out of the largest department store in the province, and was confused.

Reform and opening up have been going on for seven or eight years. The main direction is to liberate rural productivity, to provide households and to contract responsibility system, farmers raise chickens and pigs, contract fruit trees in barren mountains, dig ponds and raise fish, and are in full swing.

In the city, most economic sectors are state-owned, either collectively owned by the streets, and individuals sell imported clothing purchased from the coast along the streets.

There are a few couples' restaurants on the street, selling some buns and porridge, stir-fry vegetables and wine.

Sell ​​them the diamonds?

Don’t say whether they can afford it or not. The neighborhood committee system has not yet disintegrated. There are bungalows all over the city. The old men and ladies seem to be doing nothing and chatting on the street. Their eyes are poisonous. Be careful that after selling diamonds in the morning, they will go to the public security bureau to explain the situation in the afternoon.

"Hi, be careful when walking, look around, where can you see? Don't break my things. Can you afford to break them?" Xiao Qiang was walking along the crowd in a daze, and suddenly was stopped by someone.

Xiao Qiang stopped and found that he had somehow walked into a small street with the crowds, and almost stepped into a street stall set up by a vendor.

The street where the department store is located is the most lively place in the provincial capital. In addition to the regular state-owned stores and foreign trade stores, several adjacent streets and alleys are full of steel wire beds by self-employed people on the street, which are filled with brightly colored men and women's clothing. The styles are trendy and the prices are low, and citizens come here to shop.

At this time, there seemed to be no electric speakers. Most of the self-employed people had long permed hair, wearing bell-bottom trousers, shouting loudly. On some bunks, the self-employed people placed tape recorders about one foot wide, thick and heavy, and played Teresa Teng's songs in a loud voice.

Xiao Qiang was disappointed just now because of his hope, and subconsciously avoided these noisy places. As a result, he followed the others to this small street.

The small street is not long, it looks like a hundred or ten meters. The street is very narrow, so you can pass a tricycle. In order to pass by, people who set up stalls can only concentrate on one side and leave the opposite side for people to walk.

"What are you selling? It's so expensive, you can't touch it!" Xiao Qiang was in a bad mood and rushed back in anger.

"Boy, you can see clearly. I'm all cultural relics! The most recent ones are all old things that are hundreds of years old. One piece costs several thousand. If it is broken, I'll see how you compensate you!" The vendor sprayed the mouth of the air and pointed at him, and even went to greet the buyer next to him.

"Just! You're worth thousands, so why not rob the bank!" Xiao Qiang squatted down, and casually scratched his fingers on the street stall, looking at it with disdain.

"I said you understand or not! You think this is the authentic Tang Sancai. The one over there, don't look at it, it's the bronze tripod of the Zhou Dynasty, and this one. Don't think it's a knife that costs one dollar per piece on the street stall. It's a sword coins from the Warring States Period. These things are not worth thousands or tens of thousands of yuan! A while ago, I sold antiques to foreigners, and a piece of blue and white porcelain sold for 200,000 yuan! 200,000 yuan! Do you have one?"

Since the reform and opening up, with the progress of foreign exchanges, gradually, more foreigners have stepped into this country that is magical for various purposes. The vicissitudes brought by thousands of years of history and the beautiful scenery that is different from the West have deeply attracted these foreign tourists. While they praise them, they have also developed an emerging industry for cultural relics collection that is not familiar to the Chinese.

Many Chinese people woke up overnight and suddenly found that the mud-sized pots and bowls at home were bought by foreigners for "sky-high prices" of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of yuan. Suddenly, everyone was at a loss when they got this unexpected fortune. Then, humans' natural desire for wealth quickly woke them up.

How big is China and how long is its history? There are porcelain toys, which dynasty and dynasty, and it is worth so much money when I find it from home. Isn’t this a pie falling from the sky?

There are too many Chinese people, so many that there is never a shortage of "smart people". After tasting the sweetness, these people became full-time antique merchants, traveling around the streets to buy old goods, and going to Taobao in the countryside. Some of them are brave, and they directly started as "Nuggets' Crown Officer", stealing cultural relics from ancient tombs and reselling them.

Since the opening up, there have been too many conflicts between the old and new systems. The above are all thinking about how to straighten the relationship. They have not noticed this new trend and have no special departments to manage it. So in some remote places, people in the whole village and township, they use excavation of ancient tombs as their main source of living and develop a one-stop service for supply and marketing.

Huge profits always lead to a series of sins hidden behind them, which is an eternal truth.

Even in Xiao Qiang's memory in his previous life, there were many dealers who specialized in smuggling cultural relics. Of course, they were all criminals at that time. Unlike now, everyone openly sold cultural relics on the streets, and they were confident.

Thousands and tens of thousands of yuan sound like a dizzying huge sum, but when you get real cultural relics from abroad, hundreds of thousands or millions are all small, and tens of millions are not a small number, and they are all priced in US dollars!

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a priceless city.

However, the prerequisites must be true.

Xiao Qiang absent-mindedly picked up Tang San’s painted pottery horse, squinted his eyes and looked up and down: “Can a fake be sold for tens of thousands of yuan?”

He traveled around the world and saw many antiques. He might not be able to see fake antiques of this average level. He could tell at a glance that he could tell fake antiques of this average level.

Next to him was a small bowl of enamel painted for the imperial enameled in the Yongzheng Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty. The buyer who was bargaining for a moment was stunned, looked at the vendor suspiciously, and hesitated.

"What the hell are you talking about? Stay wherever you are cool!" Seeing that the business was about to fail, the vendor grabbed Tang Sancai from Xiao Qiang's hand and cursed in anger.

"Haha, okay, it's not my business anyway, so I won't disturb your business anymore." Xiao Qiang clapped his hands and stood up and wanted to leave.

The buyer quickly came to him, handed the small bowl of enamel painting to Xiao Qiang, and said with a flattering smile: "My friend, please help me see this enamel painting to see if it is..."

He didn't continue talking.

Xiao Qiang glanced at the vendor sideways, saw him waiting for him angrily, and smiled, but did not take over the small enamel painted bowl: "How much does he want?"

"Three thousand yuan!" The buyer blinked and looked at him nervously.

Three thousand yuan is not a small amount at this time. Everyone is not well-off at all. They have to pay for their own food, food, food, clothing, housing and transportation. In a month, they can only earn a few dozen yuan per month. Ordinary families cannot save so much money in a few years.

"Fake it!" Xiao Qiang didn't even raise his eyebrows.

"Don't you fuck you! Stop it. If you don't explain it clearly today, don't think about walking!" The vendor changed his smile to the buyer and lifted his sleeves viciously.

Xiao Qiang had no intention of running away and asked, "Which year did the franc color porcelain come from?"

"Tributes from the Kangxi Dynasty to the Qianlong Dynasty! You don't know how to talk nonsense?" the vendor laughed.

"Is there any among the people?"

"No, it's all said it's royal tribute, how could it be found among the people!" The vendor said angrily.

"That's right!" Xiao Qiang copied the enamel porcelain from the buyer's arms and held it in front of him. "The firing of enamel porcelain requires a lot of manpower and material resources. The finished product is very few. It can be imagined. This thing is only sold for 3,000 yuan, and you dare to say it is genuine! I don't even need to identify it, so I dare to say it is fake!"

After saying that, he threw it directly on the street stall, regardless of whether it would break or not.

With a crisp clang, the enamel porcelain cracked into several petals.

"Mom, shit! I thought you had something to say, but you dare to make trouble just by doing this! I will tell you that if you don't take three thousand yuan today, don't think about walking!" A few big and thick men came out of the nearby corridor and surrounded them with great momentum.

The buyer had already been so scared that his legs and feet were weak. He squatted at the stall and said in a crying voice: "It's not my business, it was him who threw it away!"

Xiao Qiangyi was not afraid, but laughed: "I just said that I am saving face for you. Since you are not willing to give up, I will explain it to you clearly!"

He coughed and picked up the enamel porcelain cracked into several petals from the ground: "Look at this enamel painting, it is a picture of Qingfeng and green bamboo, and the colors are made of various ink, which are clear and elegant..."

The vendor laughed proudly.

Xiao Qiang looked down on it and continued: "Look at this topic: The breeze blows tomorrow, and the green bamboos rest on the top. This is ridiculous. This is a royal product. Who dares to write "The breeze blows tomorrow" on it? Isn't this a serious crime of beheading? There is even more ridiculous. Look at the stamp, the "Yongzheng Imperial Manuscript" of blue and white materials. I said, can you use snacks when you commit fraud? Don't you know that the stamps used by the Yongzheng Imperial Manuscript in the early days of the Yongzheng Dynasty, but the "Yongzheng Imperial Manuscript in the middle period" and the "Yongzheng Imperial Manuscript in the late period"?"

The vendor's sweat oozed out from his forehead. He saw that the young man seemed to be a person who knew the goods, but at this time he could no longer step down and argued: "I'm a tribute from the beginning of the Yongzheng year, can't it work!"

"Okay! Who said no!" Xiao Qiang smiled and threw the rag back, spreading his hands, "Then why do you want to fire the Qingfeng Green Bamboo Picture? Don't you know that in the early days of the Yongzheng Dynasty, the enamel porcelain inherited the style of the Kangxi Dynasty, and used flowers, plants, vines, symmetrical paintings, and fine brushwork paintings were painting methods in the middle and late periods of Yongzheng. Aren't you Guan Gong fighting Qin Qiong?"

It was during the day, people came and went, and there were already a lot of people around the roadside. When Xiao Qiang analyzed it well, his final conclusion was even more funny and he burst into laughter.

When the buyer was already surrounded by the crowd, he quietly slipped away from the cracks, and Xiao Qiang pretended to be missing.

The reason why he forced himself to stand up was not to stand up for the wrongdoing.

Seeing that it was not the head, the vendor blushed and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "So that's the case. I received it too. I didn't recognize it. I'm sorry!"

"No, no!" Xiao Qiang waved his hand in a square manner, and then squatted down on the stall to choose from everything.

The crowd saw that there was no good show and gradually dispersed.

The sellers at other stalls were afraid that Xiao Qiang would go to their stalls and talk nonsense. When they saw him squatting on the street vendor's stall, they were relieved and gloating.

The vendor was worried and didn't know what the little ancestor wanted to do if he didn't leave. He was there to be careful and didn't dare to let go of his business.

Xiao Qiang twisted a thin-neck porcelain, looked at it slowly, and suddenly asked, "I heard you say before, have you ever sold cultural relics to foreigners?"

The vendor was startled and became more and more confused about his origin. He smiled and said with a pity: "Who dares, that's all bragging. I heard that cultural relics are all from the country. How could I sell my ancestors' things to foreigners? If I want to sell them, I would sell some fakes."

"Oh! So that's how it is!" Xiao Qiang sighed heavily, put the thin-necked porcelain back in place, and stood up as soon as he supported his knees. "I originally wanted to cooperate with you in a business, but it seems that I've been ruined! What a pity!"

When the vendor heard this, his eyes lit up: "Little brother, don't leave! You really understand it at first glance! I don't know what business you have. If we can't make a business, we will be righteous. Tell me, maybe I can help you too. There are many friends and many ways. Do you think this is the reason?"

Xiao Qiang narrowed his eyes, looked him up and down, and hesitated: "It is inconvenient to speak here..."

"It's convenient and convenient. I rented a warehouse nearby. Let's go there, little brother, come with me!" The vendor was amused.

Damn, I thought it was a bad thing. It turned out that you had the goods in your hands and must have wanted to sell the cultural relics through me. I had already said that I was wasting a small enamel bowl, which was bought for ten yuan!

Xiao Qiang followed him as if he was smiling.

The highest level of selling fakes is to make others not know whether you are selling fakes. In terms of the level of fraud, who in this world can compare with me!

Foreigners’ money is in vain. I sell a basket of Xu Beihong’s galloping horses and a truck of jade artifacts from the Western Han Dynasty. We will sell him nine Simuwu tripods in one go. This is called Jiuzhou Anti-Daod!

Slowly, things are rare and expensive. You can't sell them all to one family, or you have to sell them separately to different people. If there are hundreds of Mona Lisa of Leonardo da Vinci on the market, they are still true, and it will cause an earthquake.
Chapter completed!