Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 142, Cheng Jianfei looked confused.

But while waiting in line, he thought that the address of Cheng Jian Feifa was the Panjiayuan mentioned by Zhou Ying before.

I took my phone and searched.

He had heard of the Panjiayao in Forty-Nine City. It was a famous ghost market, or black market, in the city. It was located in the southeast corner far away from their previous location.

Never heard of Panjiayuan.

When he searched for Panjiayuan Flea Market, he understood instantly.

Isn’t this what the black market developed?

But when I saw that there were 3,000 stalls inside, I was also surprised.

The photo above shows that antiques are sold here.

As mentioned below, this is not only the largest flea market in the country, but also the largest handicraft market.

Crafts.

I heard this when I was in Rongbaozhai. To put it bluntly, it is something new.

In other words, most of the things there are new.

After looking at it for a while, I didn’t look at it again. Instead, I thought about the problem with my ID card and searched online.

After checking it out, it basically talks about how to replace a lost ID card.

Account book.

If I had a household registration book, would I still have to worry about using it?

Looking at the phone, he slowly came to the front.

When it was his turn, everyone else took screenshots of nucleic acid codes, but he was the only one who had never done it. After all, he had done it with his ID card last time. Under the guidance of white coats, I took screenshots and made nucleic acid.

After finishing it, I didn't go back upstairs, but went straight out of the community.

After leaving the gate of the community, he came to the previous bridge and released the electric car.

The hat is on, the gloves are on, and the scarf is tight.

After getting the equipment in order, I clicked on the navigation and rode away.

It's really quite far.

He didn’t know the road but he had the navigation!

……

Cheng Jianfei came to Master's courtyard and was talking there.

After listening, the old man was thinking, "You said they are selling fakes?"

Cheng Jianfei nodded: "Well, it should be so. This guy has Qi Baishi's, Fu Baoshi's, and Li Keran's in his hands. Isn't this fake? I just want to see if they and the person who let me in are the same. There are relationships.

This time and twice, how could there be so many coincidences.

Master, you will be able to grasp the palm of your hand in a while! "

The old man smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's go take a look..."

Then he stood up and followed the other person out.

……

After walking through various buildings that amazed him for about an hour, Wang Qingsong stopped at the gate of Panjiayuan Flea Market.

The car is parked.

After sorting out his sack a little, he took his cell phone and sent a voice message.

I listened to it myself and made sure there was no problem, so I waited there.

"Woo~"

A message was sent.

"I'll pick you up right away, you wait there."

Wang Qingsong saw this and waited there with his mobile phone.

Ten minutes later, a man wearing a mask and a down jacket came out of the gate.

Although his clothes had changed, he still recognized it as Cheng Jianfei.

"Brother! Over here! It's so cold, why don't you come over here?"

After Cheng Jian flew over, he smiled and was polite.

Then he asked: "Have you brought anything?"

Wang Qingsong lifted the sack in his hand and said, "Well, they're all here!"

"Okay, let's go. The park is closed now. Take this and scan the code to enter."

Upon seeing this, Cheng Jianfei took a sign and handed it to him.

Wang Qingsong took the thing and looked at it, the work card!

Then he followed the other person and walked into the park.

After entering, the contents inside opened his eyes.

At this time, there were quite a few stalls inside, with all kinds of things that looked very chronological.

There are many shops on both sides.

A small number of stalls had people sitting there, and most of the stalls were just covered with cloths and no one was guarding them.

The things that were occasionally exposed made Wang Qingsong's eyes light up.

As Cheng Jianfei walked away, he said politely: "Little brother, we are quite destined! Where are you at home?"

When Wang Qingsong heard this, he hesitated.

Then he said: "On the other side of XX street."

Cheng Jianfei nodded and smiled: "Looking at the accent, you are from old Beijing, right? Not from New BJ, right?"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong paused and said with a smile: "I used to be from Red Star Commune."

That's right.

"Oh, yes, I heard from my mother that the land where we live used to be called Red Star Commune, but it was later changed."

Wang Qingsong was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

I was surprised there.

"That's the Red Star Commune? Is it where I used to live?"

"what happened?"

Seeing that he was silent, Cheng Jianfei asked curiously.

Wang Qingsong came back to his senses and shook his head: "Oh, it's nothing. I thought of something."

Hearing this, Cheng Jianfei didn't pay attention. He pointed to an antique shop in front and said, "Here we are, right there!"

He took the lead and went inside.

Wang Qingsong looked up.

An antique light yellow plaque with three big characters on it: Yue Hexuan.

After entering, it was very warm inside.

The exquisite archaeological shelf is eye-catching.

There are many things placed on it, including various styles of porcelain and some jade carvings.

There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Wang Qingsong looked around curiously.

It looks more exquisite than Rongbaozhai over there, but the store is not that big.

"Master!"

Cheng Jianfei shouted to an old man who had just come out.

Wang Qingsong came back to his senses and looked.

I saw an old man in his sixties with silver hair walking over. "Old sir!"

When he saw the other party, he still said hello.

The old man smiled and nodded: "Jianfei, serve tea!"

"Hey!"

Cheng Jianfei agreed and said with a smile: "Let's go inside and chat!"

Wang Qingsong took a look. It was a small tea room made of grilles. There were some tea sets on the table, and there was another room next to it with a mahogany table on it.

There are no doors.

Followed.

After a few people sat down, Cheng Jianfei poured tea there.

The old man was watching him there.

"Here, try it! Keemun black tea, it tastes good. It was just brewed."

Cheng Jianfei poured tea for the two of them.

"Thank you!"

Wang Qingsong took a sip from the tea cup and said thank you.

Take a sip.

Nothing can be said.

It has a little sourness and is very light, giving you a sweet feeling after drinking it.

Finished with a cup of tea.

Cheng Jianfei said straight to the point: "Let's talk about the business first!"

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he glanced at Zi's sack; "Okay!"

"Let's go next door!"

After that, take the person to the seat next door.

The old man didn't say anything during the whole process, just watching.

When he came to the seat here, Wang Qingsong began to open his sack, took out two volumes of calligraphy and painting and two brocade boxes and placed them on the table.

"See for yourselves!"

Wang Qingsong opened the box and motioned for the two of them to look at it for themselves.

The old man and Cheng Jianfei looked at each other.

Is it a chick?

Porcelain is okay, but the calligraphy and painting usually have to be opened by oneself and placed on the table so that others can get started.

If you find it's broken after opening it, you won't be able to tell.

Even if there is monitoring, if there is slight damage and it is blocked, it will be a very troublesome matter.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Jianfei said, "You'd better open it yourself, otherwise it will get damaged and you won't be able to tell clearly."

Wang Qingsong looked at the two of them and felt suspicious.

Still took out the things.

The first thing I picked up was one of the boxes, which contained a bunch of plates bought at Rongbaozhai.

Put it on the table and motioned to the two of them.

Cheng Jianfei took out one and looked at it curiously.

When he opened the bottom, he saw a strange label on it, so he didn't say anything and continued to look through it.

Without saying anything, he handed the things to the old man.

The old man took it and looked at it carefully. He also had a strange look on his face.

He also said nothing. He took a flashlight and a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully. He could see clearly both inside and outside.

Both of them were a little confused.

The stuff is real.

Without the label, both would think it was true.

Now there is a new label, which confuses the two people.

The two exchanged glances and put the things back.

Pick up another celadon-colored plate.

The bottom reads: Song Dynasty, Longquan Kiln Plum Green Glaze Lotus Petal Plate.

This made the two of them a little crazy.

Fake?

We all know that Rongbaozhai’s cultural relic stores used to have labels, so the chance of being spotted was very low.

but……

This label...is too fake?

This thing looks real. If it is fake, it is impossible to make such a low-level mistake if it can achieve this level.

The old man was also confused for a while.

Has his eyesight declined to this extent?

When Cheng Jianfei saw the old man, although the old man had no expression on his face, he must have been confused at that time, right?

But in this line of work, naturally I wouldn’t talk about it now.

Looking at the remaining three paintings, he said: "Master, I am not good at this painting, so you should take a look at it! Little brother, please open it."

Wang Qingsong heard this and opened the calligraphy and painting.

When the old man saw something, he quickly took the flashlight and magnifying glass in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The old man looked very carefully and slowly.

A full hour passed before the old man raised his head.

Thinking about it there.

"Master! How is it?"

Cheng Jianfei asked when he saw his master stopped looking.

The old man shook his head, looked at the things on the table and asked, "Kid, can you make the decision on these things? Do you have any intention of taking action?"

Wang Qingsong nodded: "You can make the decision. If the price is right, this thing will be sold."

These words made Cheng Jianfei anxious for a while.

Didn't we agree to find out the news?

Why did you even buy it?

Is this stuff real?

Seeing this, the old man pointed to the pair of blue and white plates before and said: "This is a pair of blue and white plates with lotus patterns wrapped around Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty. It costs 12 yuan. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong was confused for a while.

I bought this pair for seven dollars.

Logically speaking, 15 is already a lot.

But ever since he saw the painting that sold for 2 million for 2 yuan, he felt that these things were very valuable.

But he didn't know the real price.

Seeing his expression, the old man smiled and said: "Do you think the price is too low? I guess you have checked online. The same pair of plates were estimated at 10 to 15 at the Hong Kong Island Spring Auction last year, and the final transaction price was 16 Ten thousand, plus the handling fee. If we charge it here, the price can only be so high."

Nowadays, whoever owns an antique doesn’t go online to check it out.

I always feel like it's a blue and white porcelain, and it's ridiculously tall even if it's from the Kangxi year.

Because people subconsciously remember those high-priced things, while low-priced things are subconsciously ignored.

In fact, most of the prices range from tens of thousands to more than ten or two hundred thousand, and this range occupies the vast majority.

(End of this chapter)