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"I wonder if there is anything very punishing here!"

Zhang Yang looked at the dazzling array of bronzes and thought to himself.

I definitely didn’t come here to pick up leaks.

If he just had the idea of ​​picking up leaks and making money, he wouldn't have had to go into the alley just now.

Because whether it is the number of genuine items or the value of the "leakage", these rusty objects in front of you are not high.

Bronze ware is not allowed to be bought and sold in China, but it is allowed abroad. People even sell the ropes used to hang themselves, so cultural relics are nothing.

Zhang Yang had seen the overseas auction prices in previous years on the Internet. The cheap ones like the ones King Zhou drank were only over 100,000 yuan.

If it has an inscription, the price will double or triple.

The bronze tripod, which is known as a valuable vessel, even if it is in good condition, if there are not many inscriptions, it is worth just over two million.

The value of things is completely unequal to the sentence.

But what Zhang Yang wants now is just the feeling of finding a real bronze with your own hands.

money? That Arhat statue has already earned enough for today’s appearance fee.

"Teacher Huang, should we watch together or act alone?"

Of course Zhang Yang wants to work alone to avoid letting the two people around him discover his "abnormality".

However, before he started, he still asked Teacher Huang, just in case there were any unwritten rules here.

There are some things to pay attention to when asking this question.

Teacher Huang took out a pair of white gloves from the cloth bag and handed them over:

"Take this."

"Some bronzes are dyed and may be poisonous. Even if they are not poisonous, they may have been soaked in feces and water. It is better to be careful."

Laojianghu is Laojianghu, and it does have something. The cloth bag is like a treasure bag, and the preparations have been done well.

Zhang Yang thanked him, took the gloves and put them on, and walked directly to the nearest stall.

Wang Jianye and Teacher Huang stayed where they were.

While Zhang Yang was studying the bronzes on the stall, the two started chatting.

"What is the origin of Zhang Yang? Your uncle told me that he is half of his direct disciple. When did he receive it? Why didn't I know?" Teacher Huang asked curiously.

"Uncle Huang, you may not believe it, and I don't know either." Wang Jianye smiled and shook his head.

"Uncle You didn't give you a hint?"

"This is true." Wang Jianye nodded: "My uncle told me that in terms of antique appraisal, I estimate that I will never have the chance to catch up with Zhang Yang in this life."

"Having a good relationship with Zhang Yang will save you a lot of detours."

"Is it so strange..."

When Teacher Huang heard Wang Jianye's words, his eyes on Zhang Yang gradually became sharp.

…

The first stall owner Zhang Yang found was a middle-aged man wearing a black felt hat and a shabby coat. He looked a bit like Brother Sharp, and he looked like he had a lot of stories to tell.

"Beautiful boy, what do you want to buy?" the stall owner asked, speaking in an authentic Northeastern accent.

"just looking around!"

Zhang Yang said casually, his eyes already scanning the stall.

This stall is full of small items. The largest one is just a bronze tripod about the same size as a casserole.

Seeing Zhang Yang's white gloves, the stall owner let out a "tsk" sound.

"These gloves of yours are so professional. Why don't you try them on and have a look?"

With that said, he directly lifted the largest cauldron with one hand and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"No, no need." Zhang Yang waved his hand quickly.

This thing is very heavy and difficult to pick up.

What's more, what kind of flowers can be seen in a broken bronze tripod "made in Fuyang" that came out of the factory the year before last?

Although Zhang Yang refused, the stall owner did not put down the tripod immediately. Instead, he frowned slightly.

"That doesn't make sense!"

"Could it be that this kid is fake?"

When Zhang Yang came in, the sight of two "followers" had already caught the attention of the stall owners at the door.

Coupled with his youthful appearance, he was immediately identified as a "rich second generation who comes to give money."

Why would such a person not be tempted by such a real bronze tripod?

The stall owner is very strange.

What he was holding in his hand was no ordinary fake, it was a high-end "gang-up product."

An old copper sheet is pasted on the plain old copperware. Without X-ray scanning, the fakeness cannot be seen with the naked eye.

"Brother, this cauldron is made by a well-trained person, it is authentic and has a certificate."

The stall owner tried again and handed the things to Zhang Yang.

This time Zhang Yang took it, but without even looking at it, he put it back to its original place.

"Brother, I can't tell, but you are quite stubborn." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He picked up a unique bronze beast on the stall.

A closer look revealed that it was produced three years ago and had "477 BC" engraved on the bottom.

This is no longer the category of counterfeiting, and can be regarded as abstract art.

In the next few minutes, people came and went in front of the stall. Zhang Yang looked at the bronze wares on the stall under the unclear gaze of the stall owner.

The oldest one is the same age as Zhang Yang himself and was just left the factory twenty years ago.

It is indeed a bronze with a authenticity rate as high as 1/10,000!

"Brother, do you have more? You only have dozens of items, and they don't look satisfying to me!"

Zhang Yang said with unfinished meaning.

But when his words fell into the ears of the stall owner, they meant:

"You are all lying. Is it true?"

The fake antique dealer also has self-respect. He waved his hand directly:

"No, no, if you don't like it, go and watch it at someone else's house."

"Okay! This is my first time seeing someone rushing out guests."

Zhang Yang stood up and stamped his feet. His squatting legs were a little numb.

When I stood up, I happened to see that behind the stall owner, there was a small bamboo basket with a woven bag inside, containing many fragments of bronze vessels.

Bronze fragments are also valuable, as long as they bear inscriptions.

However, Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, but secretly kept it in his heart.

After spending more than an hour, he finally found the real thing - a short fragment of a bronze sword, which should be the location of the sword's spine.

But the stall owner only had one item, which he said he bought from a scrap collector.

No matter how much information you ask, they won't give it to you.

"What a pity. If this was a whole sword, today would be complete."

Zhang Yang repeatedly played with the fragments in his hand.

When he walked to Wang Jianye and was about to hand over the things first, he suddenly thought of something.

"What's wrong? Zhang Yang." Wang Jianye asked.

"It's okay, you take this thing first."

Zhang Yang thrust the fragment into Wang Jianye's hand, turned around and walked towards the stall owner at the beginning.

"Brother?" He walked up and said with a smile.

The stall owner didn't even raise his head and replied:

"Bronze tripod, eight hundred and eighty-eight thousand, including a certificate..."

"I want to see those fragments!" Zhang Yang directly explained the purpose of his visit after the other party finished speaking.

The stall owner raised his head and saw Zhang Yang. He was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly:

"You read it but don't buy it. What's so good about it?"

As he spoke, Nunuuzui pointed at his mobile phone on the stall.

Zhang Yang took a glance and found that many people in the chat group above were saying:

[The man who only touched but didn’t buy went to Lao Fang’s stall]

[Does this kind of person have some kind of fetish? ]

[This is the first person I see who looks at everything on the stall but doesn’t even ask the price]

[Could it be a plainclothes police officer? That man's two followers were blocking the entrance of the alley, probably because they were afraid that we would escape]

[Note? Is my Brother Crow afraid of them? ]

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