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Chapter 554 Chapter 561 Longshan Boutique Black Pottery, Regretful Street Stall Owner
After listening to it for a while, Lin Haocang felt a little bored.He greeted Mo Yayu and prepared to continue shopping. "Huh!"

When Lin Haocang was about to turn around, his eyes saw a clay pot placed in the corner of the stall, and he couldn't move his footsteps.

He seemed to feel that his opportunity to pick up the leak might also come!
"Let's go, don't watch, the stall owner is too dark." Mo Yayu's sense of justice burst out, seeing Lin Haocang stopped, thinking that he still wanted to watch the fun, so he gave Lin Haocang a hand.

"Wait, I saw something nice." Lin Haocang said in a low voice, leaning forward again.

What Lin Haocang was looking at was a dark flat-bottomed pottery jar, covered with dust and dirt, from the surface, it was black, without any other glaze color, and the patina didn't seem to be very obvious, a bit like an old one. thing.

"Boss, show me that black thing next to you." Lin Haocang squeezed to the side of the pot.

"Come and get it yourself, I have all the treasures here. If you break it, it's yours?" The stall owner was a little impatient. Didn't he see that he was talking about big business? What kind of trouble did this student come to make?

Generally, the antique stalls are classified into categories, real objects and better imitations.They are all placed next to the stall owner, those with lower grades are placed on the periphery, and those that are even worse are processed goods, and they are usually piled together or placed in an inconspicuous corner.

This clay pot should be a disposal item.Not to mention putting it in the corner, there are a lot of gadgets piled up in front of it.

The stall owner is trying to earn some extra money, so he doesn't pay attention to Lin Haocang at all. Firstly, there are all worthless things there, and secondly, he is a poor student!
It's the weekend, and many poor students like to come and shop like this, and they don't buy it after watching it.

He didn't have much money on him, and he didn't bother to talk to these people.

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After Lin Haocang took the jar in his hand, he observed it carefully. It was a pottery with a big belly and a narrow mouth, about [-] centimeters high. The whole body was black and smooth, without any decorations on it. The cylinder is just one size smaller.

But when Lin Haocang got this object in his hands, he was overjoyed. This object looks not small in size, but it is extremely light in weight. Such a big Changzi weighs only one or two catties. It is smooth, without any tricky feeling, and Lin Haocang confirmed his guess.

"Hao Cang, why did you buy this crap? Take it home and pickle it? Hey, it's so light? Isn't it made of iron?"

Mo Yayu saw Lin Haocang holding the pot and looking left and right, then he reached out and grabbed the mouth of the pot and snatched it, and even knocked it with his hand, the pot made a "dang-dang" sound of gold and iron, which didn't look like porcelain.

"Hey, little girl, what you said is wrong. I have nothing to do with a tin jar. Let me tell you, this is black pottery from the late Neolithic age, a live antique..."

The stall owner who was arguing with the white men heard Mo Yayu's words, turned around and said something dissatisfied, then picked up a bronze vessel and said, "Everything on my stall is good. Item, my friend, I see that you are an expert, take a look at this bronze ware, it is a candlestick used by nobles to light lamps in the Western Zhou Dynasty, it is a serious thing."

Lin Haocang smiled, took the pottery shoe that Mo Yayu was holding and put it on the ground, took the bronze candlestick, and said, "This thing is from the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

The candlestick is about half a meter high. There is a four-legged stand on the bottom. On the top is a small lotus-shaped bowl supported by lotus leaves. It should be used to hold candles or lamp oil. The green patina looks like an old thing.

Lin Haocang took the hand and looked at it, then hurriedly threw it back, as if his hand was stained with something dirty.

"Hey, I told you, don't and don't throw it away. This item is precious. It is definitely from the Western Zhou Dynasty, at most not more than the Eastern Zhou Dynasty..." The stall owner was a little dissatisfied with Lin Haocang's behavior, and carefully put the candlestick on the In front of him, he turned his face away and chatted with a few foreigners again.

"Haocang, this thing looks so old, it might really be from the Zhou Dynasty." Mo Yayu was about to take it and have a look, but Lin Haocang threw it back unexpectedly.

Lin Haocang showed a very strange look on his face, looked at Mo Yayu and said, "Western Zhou, do you believe him when he said that he was in the age of dinosaurs? Don't be stupid, last week was pretty much the same..."

"Anyone who has passed chemistry and physics in middle school knows that those copper bowls can't be produced in a day or two..."

Mo Yayu didn't believe Lin Haocang's words.

While talking, Lin Haocang rinsed his right hand with mineral water in his hand. Although he has a cleanliness habit, he felt a little disgusted by this old-fashioned way, and said: "Who knows if his thing is placed on the Did it come out of the latrine?"

Mo Yayu was already dumbfounded, looking at his hands in a daze.

Seeing Mo Yayu's expression, Lin Haocang laughed, and said, "When we were young, we liked to bury small iron pieces in the soil for a month or two, and this effect can also be achieved."

"It's disgusting, stop talking, let's go." Mo Ya punched Lin Haocang angrily, pulled his arm and squeezed out.

"Hey, don't worry, I still have something to buy."

Lin Haocang bent down and picked up the clay pot that was just at his feet. It was indeed an old object.

At this time, the stall owner frowned and said, "Little brother, are you going to buy it or not? If you buy it, it will cost 3000 yuan! If you don't buy it, you will hinder my business!"

"I bought it!" Lin Haocang immediately gave the stall owner 3000 yuan!
"Little brother, you are so bold, this piece of black pottery from the Western Zhou Dynasty is yours now!" The stall owner happily took the money.

He bought this broken pottery for 100 yuan and sold it for 3000 yuan. The profit was 30 times, which is simply huge!
What a fool!
At this time, a passing aunt flashed her light: "Young man, can you show me?"

"Auntie, here it is!" Lin Haocang gave her the clay pot while speaking.

The aunt looked at it carefully and said, "You earned it, this is a very old pottery!"

After she finished speaking, she wiped the inside of the black pottery with her hands vigorously, and the thin mud and thin walls immediately became black and shiny, and the pottery was extremely thin, a bit like eggshell porcelain, which is the characteristic of Longshan fine black pottery.

"Boy, you earned it!"

"This is Longshan fine black pottery!"

"Hey, I didn't expect you to meet such a treasure in this booth full of fakes!"

Black pottery is unglazed, so if it is not wiped, it looks a little dull, which may be one of the main reasons for the dust on this object.

The aunt hurriedly said, "I'll give you 30 yuan to buy it for you!"

In fact, this Longshan fine black pottery is estimated to sell for more than 300 million at the auction!

Now that 30 is won, the stop loss has 10 times the profit!
The stall owner on the side looked at this scene dumbfounded, and murmured at the corner of his mouth: "30??? Did you hear me right?"

"Depend on!!"

Now he regrets it in his heart!
At this moment, Lin Haocang immediately said: "I'm sorry, auntie, I don't plan to sell it now!"

After he finished speaking, he took Mo Yayu and left, leaving the boss with a remorseful face and the aunt with a regretful face.

(End of this chapter)