Rebirth 13, starting from the big demolition treasure hunt

There was excitement to watch, and more people came over. When they found out that it was "lightning-struck wood", the newcomers became interested and some who wanted it also joined the bidding.

Finally, the price was called down to 3000 and no one continued to bid higher.

The man who shouted 3000 was a bald man in his 45s. Judging from the way he was dressed, he didn't look like he was short of money.

"I can't sell it for 3000, I need at least 5000!"

The stall owner looked at the bald man and said to him with a smile.

"Why can't it be sold? Am I not the one offering the highest price here?"

He looked puzzled.

"You're the highest bidder, but the previous bids were not made by me. They were made by the buyers themselves. If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

After the stall owner said this, the bald man started to inquire.

What everyone said was similar to what the stall owner said. It is indeed not what he said that whoever bids the highest gets it.

"5000? I can give it to you. But if you take it to an expert for appraisal and it turns out it's not 'lightning-struck wood', I'll come and refund you the money. You'll have to pay the other 200 yuan appraisal fee!"

The bald man looked at the stall owner and said to him.

"Okay! I guarantee it's lightning-struck wood, but I can't guarantee the price. After all, experts only have their mouths. If they say the price is too low or too high, we can't cause trouble for each other."

What he meant was that he only guaranteed the authenticity but not the price.

"As long as the item is genuine, the price doesn't matter."

After the two men agreed, the bald man scanned the code and paid.

This was not the first time Wu Yuansheng had heard of or seen "lightning-struck wood". Although he was somewhat interested, he did not join in the fun.

If you want to buy this kind of thing, you can buy it online at any time. There are many varieties and you can pick any one you want and it is guaranteed to be authentic.

Seeing that there was nothing of interest in the owner's stall, he left the stall and went somewhere else.

"Boss, how much is this toy gun?"

Not far ahead, in front of a stall, he heard a man in his 20s asking the price.

In his hand he held a delicate-looking "pistol".

"This is not a toy gun, it's a lighter. If you fill it with gas, it can still be used. In addition, the magazine can be removed to hold cigarettes. If you want it, give me 15 yuan."

The stall owner simply glanced at the "gun" in his hand and said.

"A lighter? I thought it was a toy gun. How about 10 bucks?"

The man in his 20s did as the boss said and removed the magazine. He found that it could indeed hold cigarettes, so he became very interested and bargained for more.

"Okay! Take it."

The two agreed on a price and the young man quickly scanned and paid.

This kind of gun-shaped lighter is sold online, along with some other daily necessities. Basically, anything that looks special can be found on the market.

I haven't seen it, so I can only say that I haven't seen enough.

While strolling around, some people were surprised to see folk items such as kerosene lamps, badges of great men, abacus, and small alarm clocks from the 1980s and 1990s.

This only means that they have little contact with them in their daily lives, so it is normal for them to feel "strange" when seeing some objects.

After all, the majority of people are outside the antique circle, and these people basically do not come into contact with antiques.

“How much are these two photo albums?”

At a stall at the end, Wu Yuansheng saw an item that he liked and was interested in, and asked the price.

The stall owner is a woman in her forties, of average appearance and rather plump.

Most of the items on her stall are folk items from the demolished areas.

There are two photo albums, one of which contains construction photos of a road construction project. The photos show the construction of a highway, including digging mountains, plains, and building bridges.

The other is the unit’s “archival photos,” most of which are of meetings, but some are taken outdoors.

Both of these photo albums are quite recent, dating back to around 2000.

The price is not expensive, two books together are 50 yuan.

Apart from the photo album, Wu Yuansheng did not purchase any other items.

After visiting the street stalls, he went to the antique shop here.

He basically knows all the collectors in this city, especially those who run shops.

He didn't go shopping from store to store, but mainly went to one hall.

This hall offers free cupboard stalls.

Nowadays, fewer and fewer people are opening shops in the antique city. In order to increase popularity, the people in charge of the "business" here discussed and prepared a free hall like this.

He knew colleagues like Xu Dazi, Cai Xiong, Wang Kunyun, Xiao Xie, Lao Kang and Lao Jia who had purchased used books before.

Including Boss He, who sells paper-cuts and has only a mediocre level of skills, he has set up a cabinet here.

In their words, it’s a free stall and you don’t have to pay for it, so why not take it?

There was an event going on here today, and it was not far from the treasure appraisal platform, so compared to usual times when there were not many people around, after he entered, he found the hall was full of people.

There were people in front of each counter, either selecting items or asking prices, and it looked like business was brisk.

"Boss, how much is this paper-cut set?"

A woman who looked to be around 40 years old asked Boss He, pointing at the paper-cut in her hand.

His cupboard was near the front door, and Wu Yuansheng saw him as soon as he entered.

After Boss He saw him, the two of them smiled at each other as a greeting.

"You have a set of shadow play paper-cuts from the 600s. This is more expensive, yuan."

Boss He took one look at the paper cutting in the woman's hand and said to her.

"600, is that so expensive?"

A woman in her forties said.

“It’s not expensive. This set of shadow play paper-cuts is Fu Zuoren’s Manchu paper-cuts, a limited edition.

There are cheaper ones here, 5 or 10 yuan a ticket. If you think it’s too expensive, you can buy the cheaper ones.”

"I like this paper cutting. How about 300?"

The woman asked him again.

"The minimum is 500. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, forget it."

"Okay! I want it."

After Boss He said this, the woman thought about it for a while, and perhaps because she really liked him, she agreed.

After scanning and paying, I took the paper cutout away.

When she was buying the paper-cuts, there were other people looking at them. Some bought ones for 5 yuan each, and some bought ones for 10 yuan each.

Wu Yuansheng looked for a while and then went to look at other stalls.

The hall is quite large, nearly 200 square meters, and there appear to be at least fifty or sixty glass counters.

This is also a small antique trading market, and basically all types of collectibles are available here.

Maybe they wanted to see the treasure appraisal or thought that business was good today, so Yan Shun, Xu Dazi, Cai Xiong, Wang Kunyun, Xiao Xie and others came.

In addition, Hu Zhixiang, Wang Lao, Yang Tantou, Wan Neng and others also arrived, and even Tian Dilei came.

Wu Yuansheng went over and greeted them all.

Ask them if they have brought anything for appraisal.

These first-line treasure hunters don’t have any treasures that need to be identified, after all, everyone knows whether they are real or fake.

What surprised him was that Tian Dilei actually brought a jade hook to ask an expert to identify it.

Compared with ten years ago, Tian Dilei looks much older, and Wu Yuansheng will be forty years old in a few years.

He lamented that time passed too quickly.