The warehouse in the vendor's mouth is in a residential area not far away, with a straight line distance, but there are a lot of debris in the residential area, so you have to avoid pedestrians from time to time, as well as bicycles on both sides, residents' burning coal, etc., and it took five or six minutes to go around.

The warehouse itself is also a bungalow. Between the door, you can smell the strong aroma of tea. When the vendor opened the door, a tea fragrance came to his nose. Xiao Qiang couldn't help but sneeze.

"You still store so much tea, are you renting it with others?"

There were tea leaves everywhere in the room, packed in selling bags, and the corners were filled. On the side of the entrance, there was a large wooden rack with boxed tea leaves layer by layer, including Mengding tea, Eagle tea, and Dahongpao.

Xiao Qiang picked up a box of tea in front of him. The box was printed beautifully. The elegant blue tone revealed its simple and elegant true color. Combined with the faint fragrance of tea leaves that sensation from the box, it makes people smell it and feel salivating.

The vendors don’t have much capital, and they invest a lot of money in the purchase channels, so the rooms for storing goods are relatively simple, and the phenomenon of sharing rentals is very common.

But Xiao Qiang gave in his heart.

He found this cultural relics dealer, which was originally a temporary intention after the Diamond Dream broke. He was willing to do so because the vendor had a channel for export. Moreover, foreigners were eager for real Chinese cultural relics and were willing to pay high prices. With his ability, he made some real "fakes" to dig out his first pot of gold.

In addition, the country's management of cultural relics loss at this time was not as strict as it was later, and there was basically no danger. Instead of letting others make this money, it would be better to make a fortune by yourself.

But this is not a good job after all, and he has no intention of doing it for a long time.

Anyone who has studied political economy knows that the process of obtaining initial capital is usually not so clean. The early colonialists can say that every gold coin obtained was stained with the blood of the colonial natives.

Xiao Qiang may not care about where the first fund was obtained, but his mind is not limited to this. Bleaching after obtaining the startup fund is the key.

Therefore, he must be careful not to get stained on his body.

If the hawkers are greedy for this small profit to share the warehouse with others and ignore vigilance, they have to reconsider whether there is a need to cooperate with this person.

"I use this alone." The vendor said with a smile.

"Oh?" Xiao Qiang looked at him unexpectedly and found that the expression of the person in front of him had changed a lot from outside. He was no longer as vulgar as he was when selling fakes, nor as rude as when rolling up his sleeves to take action. He was peaceful and steady, and his waist was straightened. If it weren't for his thin appearance, he would have been a bit of a successful person.

"Yes, with these disguises, no one knows that you are doing this job, okay!" Xiao Qiang exclaimed.

The vendor ignored it and opened a small door in the warehouse with a smile.

A tea shop!

Outside the small door, there is a tea shop with a very ancient style. The root carvings and decorations maintain the original color of the tree roots. A female clerk was wearing Hanfu and was performing the cooking skills of Kung Fu tea to passers-by. The fragrance was everywhere, attracting passers-by to watch. From time to time, someone squatted down to learn and ask for advice. Another female clerk took the opportunity to sell the tea in the shop to people, and the business was very good.

Xiao Qiang had an accident and entered the room and came to the tea shop.

When the vendor saw his expression, he was very proud and followed him with a smile.

"Boss!" The female clerk took a break from her busy schedule and greeted the vendor. She was busy greeting the guests, telling the taste of various tea leaves.

Xiao Qiang saw the familiar signboards from the street and quickly came out of the store. He was stunned.

This is the most prosperous commercial street in the provincial capital, and the fifth floor of the department store is diagonally opposite!

"Okay! Great!" Xiao Qiang didn't know what to say, and praised with his thumb.

This is also a person who is very interested. He has a skilled role change and has such a partner. It seems that his worries are unnecessary.

"Little brother, let's talk from behind." The vendor took him back to the warehouse where tea was piled up behind, carefully locked the small door, and took out a business card from his arms.

"The surname of Shao is Shao, and he has two tea shops in his hand. I don't know the surname of his little brother?" Shao Yanjie was completely formal in his business communication tone and did not feel any disrespectful because he looked young.

"Zhang, Zhang Jun." Xiao Qiang didn't think about it, so he casually called a pseudonym. His words were fluent and he didn't look like he made up. "You just call me Xiaojun, and I'll call you Brother Shao. Brother Shao, I'll find you to cooperate with the business. I think Brother Shao is also a little confused."

Shao Yanjie nodded: "Actually, I mainly do tea business, and antiques are also occasionally. I am also an insider. I should know that in the antique industry, where can I find so many real goods? Antique merchants all over the streets, it would be amazing to have one or two real goods in my hands. This is also used as a treasure for the store, and it is used to prove that the people I sell are all real goods, and no one is willing to sell them. It happens that a real thing is entered, and the price is not even called into the sea. This is the case in our industry. If it doesn't open for three years, it will be eaten for three years. Usually, we rely on selling some fake goods to supplement our lives."

"Brother Shao has a channel for export?"

Shao Yanjie found a tea bag, sat on it, shook his head and said, "I advise me to consider it again. I have channels, but the foreigner's eyes are poisonous. I heard that he is a private collector, and his favorite is Chinese cultural relics. He saw the fake things at a glance. Last time, he bought all the real antiques I had stored for a long time, and returned all the fakes to me. He didn't like the real thing that was worthless, and said it had no collection value."

"That's great!"

Most private collectors are rich people who like to collect, and the price is higher than that of the second-deao dealer. When you buy it, it is usually circulated among collectors in a small range, and the possibility of exposure is greatly reduced.

Shao Yanjie's eyes lit up: "So, does Xiaojun have real people in his hands?"

"No!" Xiao Qiang cut the mouth and blocked the railway. "I plan to ask Brother Shao to sell fakes, but it is a real fake than the real one!"

Hahahaha, Shao Yanjie burst into laughter.

It is even more fake than the real thing. Is there such a fake? If there is really, what is the difference between it and it is really?

He laughed in disappointment and his heart to make money faded.

At first, I saw the child’s eyesight and said it was so bright that he thought he could make a fortune, but he was still happy.

"I know Brother Shao doesn't believe it, but Chairman Mao said that practice is to test all the truth. I don't know if Brother Shao has any valuable things in his hands. I will let you see what a 'real and fake' is tomorrow!" Xiao Qiang was not annoyed, but still looked at Shao Yanjie with a smile.

Shao Yanjie wanted to drive him out, but looking at his undodged eyes, he got up by chance, moved away several large bags of tea, and exposed a safe in the corner of the wall. He turned his face and Xiao Qiang had already consciously moved away.

"Cang." A silver-shining round thing fell in front of Xiao Qiang's feet.

He wasn't angry either, so he bent down and picked it up.

It is a silver dollar, with a huge side portrait of Yuan Shikai on the front, with the upper part of the embossed "Made in the Ninth Year of the Republic of China" and the back is a Jiahe pattern with a embossed print, with the words "one circle" in the center.

This is the silver dollar commonly known as Yuan Datou. Because of its large circulation, the number of imitations of various provinces is huge, which is short of this year's generation. It has many collections among the people and its value is not very high.

Silver dollars, where do I look for silver? Moreover, the softness of pure silver is often added to increase hardness, which is too troublesome.

Xiao Qiang returned Yuan Datou to Shao Yanjie: "What I am best at is making fake calligraphy and painting books. Is there any of them?"

Shao Yanjie returned to the corner impatiently, and after rummaging for a long time, he found an old yellow thin notebook from the corner of the safe.

Three-character classic!

It's OK. First reorganize a Three-character Classic to let Shao Yanjie see his skills. The next time it will be a real antique.

"Twenty!" Shao Yanjie stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

"Damn! You still have to charge money, it's too ruthless!" Xiao Qiang jumped up like his butt was burned by fire.

Shao Yanjie smiled slightly and said, "I can't break the rules if the goods come in, and if I don't see money, I can't break the rules."

OK, you are cruel, let’s see when you beg me!

Xiao Qiang took out money from his inner pocket with pain. This was the result of his savings for so many years. He was about to hand it over to Shao Yanjie, but he took back his hand: "You must have the materials that specialize in making fakes. Give me some of the paper and ink ingredients that are the same as those in the Three Character Classic."

Shao Yanjie looked at him with a broken face: "Are you doing this business? Those who have faked it but don't have any materials? Are you kidding me!"

"Will you know tomorrow! Get more money for me - it can't be considered money!" Xiao Qiang did not have a embarrassed expression, but instead looked at Shao Yanjie with the other party's eyes that took advantage of him. Shao Yanjie was very depressed, not knowing whether he should believe this inexplicable young man.

Seeing Xiao Qiang leave with satisfaction, Shao Yanjie circled around the room in wonder.

This kid must not be from the Public Security Bureau. He ran away to me for a long time, bragging and guaranteeing, and finally sold a book of the Three Character Classics. Why did the more I thought about it, the more I became more and more wrong?

He had a ghost in his heart, and in the name of delivery, he transferred all the valuable antiques in the safe overnight, leaving only some valuable gadgets.

The next day, he didn't go out to set up a stall in the morning, so he stayed at the tea shop honestly, looking around in a worried manner, always feeling that the police would suddenly come to the door.

By noon, he finally couldn't stand it anymore. He transferred antiques overnight last night and didn't sleep all night. He is still very sleepy.

Shao Yanjie gave a few words to the clerk, returned to the back room, moved the tea bag away, and put up the spring bed, and fell asleep. In his sleep, he heard the sound of knocking on the door, tightened for a while, and opened his eyes in a daze. The room was dark and he didn't know where the light rope switch was, and he couldn't see clearly when it was.

"Brother Shao, open the door, it's me, Zhang Jun!" The door panel was knocked so hard that it sounded, and the boy's voice came from outside.

It's broken, the police are here!

Shao Yanjie's blood surged into his brain. He could imagine that the boy named Zhang Jun outside must have followed many police officers, waiting for him to open the door, rushed in, and caught a turtle in the jar.

"Damn, my right eye kept jumping yesterday, and I knew it was going to be a bad thing!"

Running is impossible. Most of the tea shops in front are guarding them. They stretch their heads and shrank their heads as well. Shao Yanjie gritted his teeth and opened the door, which was quite a bit like a heroic death.

There was Xiao Qiang standing outside, carrying a schoolbag, and he looked like a middle school student.

"Brother Shao is sleeping, why didn't he go out to set up a stall today?" Xiao Qiang walked in generously.

"You're the only one?" Shao Yanjie stretched his head and looked around for a moment, and asked strangely.

"I'm the only one!" Xiao Qiang was stunned for a moment, remembering something, "Oh, Brother Shao asked those who made fakes, they don't come out to meet people. I'm responsible for the intermediate links, which will benefit everyone."

"Is it...?" Shao Yanjie was a little confused. This kid was really a fake?

Xiao Qiang took out a booklet from his schoolbag and handed it to him: "Here, check it."

Shao Yanjie was really relieved now. He found the light rope, pulled the light, and then closed the door. He looked at the booklet in his hand with the light.

"Three Character Classic, do you want it?" he asked with his head raised.

Xiao Qiang smiled mysteriously, took out another copy from his schoolbag and handed it over.

"There is another book!" Shao Yanjie was shocked and immediately woke up completely. As a result, the booklet was carefully checked.

What Shao Yanjie gave to Xiao Qiang was not a rare book by famous artists, but private school textbooks from the Republic of China period. They were of low value, but they have been decades since then. The paper was made old, and the existing method was to use sugar water, chestnut shell water, or tea water to color the paper so that it showed its old color.

The paper in my hand is yellow and old, and it is a little crisp, as if it will break if it is accidentally done. It is obviously not the method used.

Another one is to use ancient paper as the base to print "ancient books" on it, impersonating rare books, which is generally difficult to identify.

But the cost of doing this is very high.

Shao Yanjie compared the two three-character classics in his hand. From the cover to the content, from the handwriting to the arrangement, and even the worm-eaten marks on the covers of the two books, they were all right.

His breathing gradually became rapid. He didn't bother to call Xiao Qiang, so he rushed to the corner, found a magnifying glass, and came under the light bulb, and compared one by one, comparing it.

"Impossible! This is impossible! All places are exactly the same, how is this possible! There is no difference in the burrs! You tell me that the book is fake now, and I won't believe it!" Shao Yanjie was completely stunned.

He has seen many fakes, but like this Three Character Classic, there is no difference between fakes and real ones. Not to mention seeing them, he has never heard of them!
To be continued...