Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

No one expected that the bracelet, which was obviously red sandalwood, would suddenly turn into agarwood.

Although the red sandalwood is already of the highest quality, it is far behind compared to such a fragrant agarwood. More importantly, the method of wrapping the agarwood in the red sandalwood is not an exaggeration at all to describe it as a miraculous workmanship!

Regardless of the material, this technique alone is worth studying by experts for several years.

"It's amazing, you can actually see the agarwood wrapped in the red sandalwood."

"It's incredible that you can pick up a leak for 4 yuan."

"Comrade, I'll pay you 5 yuan, will you sell it to me?"

"Go, go, go, I want to get 5 yuan. If you think so, I'll give you [-] yuan!"

"Eighty-five thousand, I'll pay eighty-five thousand!"

The scene was instantly chaotic. People were shaking their bills and moving towards them. The expressions on everyone's faces were so crazy.

That scene was almost like a zombie coming out of the cage.

As for Su Zhuang, who had been squeezed out a long time ago, it was none of his business.

It wasn't until Wang Muzhi announced that he would not take action that people calmed down a little, but the fragrance filling the air still made people sigh with emotion.

"Wang Muzhi!"

Su Zhuang growled viciously: "You did it on purpose just now!"

"Of course it was intentional. Otherwise, how could you give things to me so readily? If you want to blame me, you can only blame yourself for being stupid."

Wang Muzhi also learned about this technique from a master in his previous life, so he could easily find the trick.

I originally wanted to explain it to Zhen Ying after she got it, so that I could sell her a favor, but I didn't expect that after going round and round, it ended up in my hands.

"Hold!"

Su Zhuang felt pain in his chest. If looks could kill, Wang Muzhi would have died hundreds of times.

But in reality, I can only helplessly swallow this breath silently.

Seeing the other party like this, Wang Muzhi smiled happily.

"Mu Zhi, Zhen Ying, come and take a look at this."

By chance, Feng Gang's voice came from not far away. Wang Muzhi and Zhen Ying walked towards that direction, but unexpectedly Su Zhuang followed closely behind them.

"Hey, are you going to be a follower?"

"This place is so big. I can go wherever I want. Do you care?"

Su Zhuang retorted without giving up, and Wang Muzhi ignored him and went straight to a private room.

I saw two things on the table next to Feng Gang.

A painting, not yet unfolded, with some dust on it.

A three-legged bottle stove, about the size of a palm, is a small container used to store mirrors, jewelry and other small items in ancient times.

Both things look quite dated.

"Muzhi, I have taken a liking to these two things. Please help me with my eyes."

"Aren't you afraid of me punching you in the eye?"

"Which one of us is going to follow the other? The main reason is that these two things are very expensive and I can't make up my mind. You can help me with my advice. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you."

Wang Muzhi looked at the stall owner.

The stall owner responded with a smile and nodded. He was full of momentum and was sitting as steady as a rock.

"Comrade, look at the painting."

"No problem, let's take a look."

The stall owner stood up and slowly opened the painting, still mumbling.

"Guys, my painting is an authentic work of Dong Yuan, do you know Dong Yuan?

That is one of the three great masters of the Northern Song Dynasty, the originator of the southern style of landscape painting. It is the so-called Dong of Jingguan in the north and Dong in the south. That is Dong Yuan. Take a good look at it. This is handed down from my ancestors. It is absolutely authentic.

If my family hadn't had an accident and needed money urgently, I would have been reluctant to take it out. "

The scroll slowly unfolded, and a landscape painting appeared in front of several people.

The stall owner also very thoughtfully prepared a few magnifying glasses and handed them over to them with confidence.

Wang Muzhi took a magnifying glass and looked carefully. Su Zhuang next to him also looked unconvinced.

After a few minutes, the two stood up.

Feng Gang looked at Wang Muzhi expectantly, with a tremor in his voice that he couldn't even detect.

"How about Muzhi?"

Wang Muzhi did not answer directly. He savored it carefully before speaking.

"how much is it?"

This is a private room and there is no one else around, Feng Gang blurted out.

"This painting alone costs 12."

"hiss."

Wang Muzhi took a breath and looked at Feng Gang, and said with disbelief on his face.

"I didn't see it, Feng Pants. You are rich enough. This is 12 yuan. Have you thought about it?"

"I know this is a lot of money, but this is a gift to my future father-in-law. It must not be taken lightly, and everyone in the family agrees."

Feng Gang said to Zhen Ying with a smile.

He thought he would get Zhen Ying's smiling face, but he found that Zhen Ying focused all her attention on Wang Muzhi, and he felt uncomfortable for a while.

But he quickly put this thought away.

He knew that Wang Muzhi had a wife and it was impossible for him to have anything to do with Zhen Ying.

Upon seeing this, the stall owner took a sip of tea with disdain.

"Young man, if you are really knowledgeable, you will know that 12 yuan is definitely not expensive. I am not as big as a lion."

Just as Wang Muzhi was about to speak, he was pushed aside by Su Zhuang next to him.

"Go, go, if you don't have money, just stay here and don't affect my viewing of paintings."

Because of what happened just now, Su Zhuang was filled with anger.

He didn't have any good feelings toward Wang Muzhi.

Those who think about the Dharma will kill Wang Mu.

Feng Gang was unconvinced and wanted to step forward to argue, but was stopped by Wang Muzhi, who turned to look at the three-legged bottle stove.

As for Suzhuang?

snort!

In the previous life, a big boss once communicated with Wang Muzhi in private.

There are several taboos when buying antiques.

If you are afraid that you are determined to get something, you will often think about it, so you will forget about the unwillingness. Once preconceived notions arise, you will ignore some important details.

Second, if you are afraid of being impetuous and fighting fiercely with others, you will naturally lose your indifference and be unable to concentrate on things, which gives those fakes an opportunity to take advantage of.

The third fear is that if you don't understand something and pretend to understand it, you obviously don't know enough about something, but you want to show your ability in a good way, which will only lead to a complete failure.

With the previous bracelet incident, Su Zhuang had completely committed all three taboos.

It would be strange if he didn't suffer a loss.

The stall owner next to him saw that Su Zhuang was obviously not in the same group as Wang Muzhi, so he also stepped forward with a smile.

"Comrade, you are also interested, but you heard the price just now. This thing of mine is valuable."

Su Zhuang lowered his head to look at the painting and sneered when he heard this.

"Hmph, you think I'm the same as that country bumpkin. I have a lot of money. As long as the things are good, I don't mind them being expensive."

"Okay, then take your time and take a look."

Wang Muzhi saw it very carefully, taking in every detail. Feng Gang couldn't hold his breath and wanted to ask questions many times, but was stopped by Zhen Ying's eyes.

Ten minutes later, Wang Muzhi rubbed his sore eyes, and based on his experience in this field in his previous life, he already had an idea in his mind.

At the same time, Su Zhuang also looked confident.

"Since you two have finished reading, I will make an offer. The total price of these two items is 20."