The metaphysics boss just wants to be a salted fish

"Thank you so much yesterday, brother." Fisherman Lu Xiang spit all over the place: "That big card changed lanes like a blind dog... Fortunately, I have been paying attention to it all the time, otherwise would I be able to walk out today? The hospital doesn't even know."

"Brother Lu, you are too polite." Bo Nan poured himself some Coke, and the old man said in surprise, "What kind of Coke! I even brought a bottle of good wine here! Drink this!"

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of white wine, which looked very expensive, and wanted to pour it for Bo Nan. Bo Nan quickly waved her hand and said, "I still have to work in the afternoon, so I won't drink it, so as not to delay things."

"Oh, fine, then I won't persuade you." The old man put down the wine, but he didn't drink it himself. Instead, he stuffed it into the packing box: "You can take it home and drink it later!"

The two were polite for a while, and the meal was almost finished, Lu Xiang asked: "Brother, where are you going this afternoon? If nothing else, I know the road well, and I will send you there."

Bo Nan agreed without thinking, "Let's go to the Dongting."

"Oh! What a coincidence, you should go too!" Lu Xiang's eyes lit up instantly, and he seemed eager to drag Bo Nan to the nearby Guan Erye's shrine and place three sticks of incense to pray: "We are destined! We like it again I like fishing and antiques! Let’s go, let’s go together! We can have another one at night after we’re done!”

Bo Nan heard some clues, but he didn't deny it on the spot. He just responded vaguely. After all, he was also quite interested in antiques. "Okay, if you're free."

The last time I went shopping was in the Shanghai stock market, and everyone knows the result.Although the result is not bad, the process experience can be described as extremely poor.

Although I also came out to move bricks today, but I have no idea anyway, where to fish is not to touch?

When the two arrived in the car, Lu Xiang drove slowly and cowardly today, but it was better to be safe. He drove for a while and saw that there were no cars in front and behind, so he spoke boldly: "Hey, brother, didn't you say Do you want to work in the afternoon? Go to the antique market? To set up a stall?"

Bo Nan laughed and said, "Actually, I was looking for something for my dad. He really wanted the Duan Inkstone from the Song Dynasty. He heard that there was one this time, but he didn't have time to go out, so he drove me here."

"I didn't expect you to have a strong family background! Duan inkstones from the Song Dynasty are not cheap, but I don't play in this area, so I don't think it's easy to find... Speaking of which, I will definitely take me to your place to see it if I have time!"

"No problem, Brother Lu, when will you come to Suzhou City, I will take you to visit."

Bo Nan, as a veteran who has actually worked in the antique market, talks about antiques all the time. Lu Xiang looked at Bo Nan with eyes full of admiration. This young man can tell fortunes and understand antiques. That is simply the fate of brothers who fell from the sky!

After about an hour's drive, the car stopped outside a relatively simple-looking commercial city-a bit like a small commodity market in the 90s and [-]s. They were all bungalows, and occasionally there were tall ones on the second floor, and the first floor was all Shop facade.

Just looking at the cars in the parking lot full of cars, you know that there will be no fewer than [-]% today.

"Come on, let's go in quickly!" Lu Xiang smiled and took out a backpack from the trunk. It was bulging and looked very heavy. He carried the backpack on his chest with difficulty, and then pulled Bo Nan to go. go inside.

Bo Nan glanced at him, guessing that the backpack should be full of cash.

Gray transactions are almost unavoidable in the antique market. Some sellers almost only accept cash when they sell some risky items, and they cannot be the kind that have just been withdrawn from the bank, preferably the kind of banknotes that are often circulated in the market.

However, top-notch products often appear in this gray area.

In the novel, there is a treasure in the tattered stall... In other words, in the novel, most of the stalls are handicrafts directly from the factory. The real thing mixed in?That is to say, there are only a few authentic products in some Baozhai.

But since they have done Baozhai, they have good eyesight, and they have things in their hands, most of the transactions are completed through private channels. Unless the buyer and seller intend to disclose, otherwise there will be no news on the market, so why would they come to set up a stall? ?

Most of the people who come to set up stalls are just putting things that have been smashed in their hands.

Bo Nan walked around with Lu Xiang for a couple of laps, and then proposed to go shopping separately. After all, the two of them had different things to play, and the shops were in different areas. Lu Xiang agreed without thinking too much, since such a grand event is rare. See, he didn't want to miss anything either.

The two had exchanged contact information a long time ago, and it would be fine for Bo Nan to go back by himself or take a ride back, as long as they contacted on the phone.

Bo Nan walked slowly along the shops. These shops have also learned some bad habits. Most of them rely on the fact that the lights are not turned on during the day, no matter whether it is good, bad, dirty or smelly, they are all put together, and the thief Guangbao The light is covered tightly, and what you want depends on your own eyesight.

There are also two shops with open and bright floor-to-ceiling glass doors. The Baibao Pavilion inside is exquisite and gorgeous, and a few spotlights look at it, reflecting the inside beautifully.

When Bo Nan encounters this kind of store, he will go in and take a look around. This kind of store that is not afraid to look at has more good products, although the price is not low.After walking through the two streets, Bo Nan also carried two things in his hand, the same is a brush mountain made of old stone from Shenxi. Academically, the same is the Song Dynasty Duan Inkstone that he had fooled Lu Xiang before.

Now that you have seen it, then buy it, otherwise it will not look good, and it will be a big deal to give it to your father when you buy it home, and it is not a blood loss.

Walking and walking, Bo Nan came to a piece of Baobaozhai at some point. The shops on the left and right were closed, and most of the signs on them were furniture. He guessed that Baobaozhai came to occupy the place while they were closed. .

Compared with the dazzling array of antique shops in front, there are more people here, almost reaching the point of rubbing shoulders. Everyone is carrying all kinds of bright lights and magnifying glasses, backpacks on their chests, and Carrying one or two black plastic bags of stuff.

Although I said that there are all kinds of bad things in Baoluzhai, but there are actually the most in it in terms of picking up mistakes, and Bo Nan also walked around happily.

Not to mention, he really discovered an interesting Baozhai.

There are only a few five or six items on it, but each one is a magic weapon. The boss is an old man who looks quite old, and he is playing with his phone solemnly with his head down.

Could it be that he accidentally copied a stall from a late Feng Shui master's lair?

When Bo Nan was missing the magic weapon, he stepped forward to take a look, then pointed to a cicada-covered lychee ornament and asked, "Boss, how do you sell this ornament?"

The boss raised his eyelids and happened to meet Bo Nan's eyes. The boss said, "One price, 80."

Bo Nan frowned slightly. When he heard the price, he knew that this old man was an insider.

Bo Nan pointed to another one, it seemed to be related to studies today, and all he saw were magic tools related to studies.It was a box of ink ingots, which should be ancient ink, with a rare aura on it - it is rare to have an aura condensed on this consumable, which is a bit interesting.

For example, why do copper coins have an aura?Because it has been pinched by people, circulated by one person to another, it is stained with popularity between exchanges, and gradually condenses into its own aura. Unless it is melted and corroded, it can almost always exist.

As for things like ink ingots, to put it bluntly, they still need to be used. Maybe there will be owners who cherish it and are not willing to use it, so they keep holding it in their hands and playing with it. What about the next one?What about the next term?Is this the case for every generation of masters?

Then why not use it?

It's probably because the ink ingot is so good.

But you must know that in the past, it was different from the present. In the feudal dynasty at that time, most of the good things would end up in the hands of dignitaries, nobles and even the royal family. They handled countless good things, and they were not willing to use them?

How good is that?

This probability is too small.

So Bo Nan also found it interesting.

The old man raised his eyes to look at the thing Bo Nan pointed to, then lowered his eyes to look at the phone: "That one is even more expensive."

"You let me open my eyes?"

"3000 million." The old man said.

Bo Nan took out a card in an instant: "Okay, then do you want to go to the bank with me and transfer the money in person or receive the card?"

The old gentleman raised his eyes in surprise: "...what?"

"I mean, I bought it." Bo Nan laughed and said, "You are honest with me about the price, and I won't bargain. This kind of magic weapon is quite rare, so I will keep it and go back to play."

The old gentleman gave him a fixed look, and then confirmed that Bo Nan and him were of the same kind. He didn't mean to raise the price, and said, "Go to the bank to transfer the money...the bank is next door."

He pursed his lips: "That... the inspirational letter you fancy will be given to you as a bonus."

"Okay!" Bo Nan responded immediately, and then said: "Then why don't you make a price, I can cover this stall, and I recently took on a job, and there is a shortage."

The old man thought for a while, and made a price: "600 million, the inspiration is still for you."

Bo Nan nodded, and the old man didn't hesitate, he just put the bundle in his hand, and followed Bo Nan to the bank.

Sure enough, the bank was not far from the door. Because the transfer amount was relatively large, the ink was still there for 10 to [-] minutes—the bank here had already been notified, and there were quite a few customers like this today, but they did not panic.

As long as the money is still in their bank and not transferred to other banks, it is just a matter of numbers.

Seeing that the money arrived in the account, the old gentleman handed the burden directly to Bo Nan: "Okay, it will save me trouble, and I'll go back first."

Bo Nan said goodbye to the other party with a smile, and decided to go back to Baobao Zhai in a good mood.

Sure enough, you still have to pay for it!

happy!

But such a good thing obviously doesn't happen every day, and it's not something that Bo Nan can meet many times at once. After shopping around the rest of Baobao Zhai, Bo Nan didn't find any more magic weapons.

He glanced at the sky, and a smile suddenly appeared between his brows. He stuffed all the things in the burden into the backpack, then shook the burden skin, sat down at the place where the old man had just left, and took out the bag from his pocket. He took out a few hand-made small instruments and put them up one by one.

Well, he spent a lot of money, so he has to earn it back.

After all, my husband works overtime every day as a social animal, so he is not so careless and only cares about expenses and not production.

With a flick of the burden, let alone, it really has some fun before rebirth.