That year the flowers bloomed 1981

In Panjiayuan in 1982, there was no antique market. Instead, there were only twos and threes of second-hand dealers who spontaneously formed a buying and selling bazaar here.

There are more than one markets like this in the capital city, each with its own characteristics. It was not until later that most of them were gathered here.

Because Panjiayuan used to be called Panjiayao, there are many large mounds and puddles created by the digging of brick-burning kilns.

In line with the principle of stand high and see far, many people practice stalls around the big mounds and stand on top of the mounds to watch out, so that if any plainclothes men with red sleeves come, they can run away easily.

So some people also call this place Jinsong Tupoer.

Since he was ready to run away at any time, Panjiayuan didn't have any big items at the moment, mainly snuff bottles, porcelain, calligraphy and painting, and small wooden items.

So picking up a rosewood table and two sandalwood chairs for ten yuan is not a big deal here.

Guan Dasheng rode his bicycle all the way and rushed to Panjiayuan with sweat all over his body. Then he found the stall according to the location mentioned by Lao Song.

The stall owner is a young man in his twenties, with a look that looks at everyone like a thief. He is cautious but also shrewd.

On his stall, there is a set of colorful flower and bird pots.

Guan Dasheng followed his father and knew a lot about antiques, so he first picked at several stalls nearby, and then casually wandered to the young man's stall.

He picked up a tea bowl, squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and said nonchalantly: How much does this imitation flower and bird pot of yours cost?

The stall owner glanced at Guan Dasheng and said in a neutral tone: I don't have any imitation Ming pots here, just a set of Ming Guan kiln pots. If you want to find imitations, please go elsewhere.

A pot from an official kiln in the Ming Dynasty? Oh, then your ancestor can get a third-grade pot.

Guan Dasheng sneered, but he picked up the tea bowl and teapot and looked at them carefully, feeling more and more surprised.

This set of pots is really very similar to the set of pots at home. There are some differences in the details, but if he wasn't very familiar with the set of pots at home, he wouldn't be able to tell.

And this is in line with the unique characteristics of handicrafts.

Handicrafts are not exactly the same, industrial products are exactly the same.

The young stall owner looked at Guan Dasheng, who was trying to pretend to be a stubborn owner, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He waved his hands directly and said: No counter-offer for one thousand yuan. If you don't like it, go to another store!

Hmph, if it's really a colorful flower and bird pot from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty, it's really worth a thousand yuan, but what if it's fake? Then aren't you doing harm to others?

The young stall owner snatched the tea bowl from Guan Dasheng's hand and said impatiently: If you want to buy fake ones, go to the stall in the west. Don't come here to find trouble.

Hahaha~,

The stall owner next to him smiled and explained to Guan Dasheng: You don't have to go to the west, brother, come and take a look at my authentic Tang Sancai, which costs 80 yuan a pair, and I will give you a huanghuali box as a gift.

Who did you fool with that rosewood box of yours?

Guan Dasheng cursed and left the stall, then walked around in a circle.

He found that there were few items in the entire market that cost several thousand yuan, and most of them cost one hundred and eighty yuan. Several hundred yuan more, even a few items that were obviously unearthed, only cost one or two thousand yuan.

Is his set of Ming Dynasty official kiln pots really not worth that much money?

[No, this is a business, this is an opportunity. 】

Guan Dasheng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the idea of ​​buying and selling suddenly came to his mind.

The same thing can be sold for several times the price if you meet someone who really likes it.

[But where does this money come from? 】

Guan Dasheng rode his bike all the way home. It was already past dinner time, and the leftovers were in his mouth, tasteless at all.

[From now on, I will eat well every day. 】

Guan Dasheng tossed and turned all night, and as expected, got up late the next morning.

Just take another day off and sleep until noon.

In the afternoon, I couldn't bear it anymore and just when I was about to curse, a customer came to the door.

He was still the same man who bowed when he saw anyone. According to Dad, he was probably a Chrysanthemum Man, but this time he was accompanied by the young man who had been here once before.

Eight thousand yuan, this is the final price, and this is also the last chance I give you.

Inoue Koji's face was sinister, and his deep voice contained full of resentment and anger.

Uncle Guan Er said nonchalantly: Sir, antiques are something that comes to the market.

Last year, this set of pots was not even worth 800, let alone 800, but by next year, 20,000 might be considered a bargain.

Koji Inoue was about to speak again, but Naoto Nakamura next to him suddenly stood up, turned around and walked out.

Inoue Koji suddenly panicked, picked up his bag and wanted to leave.

Eight thousand yuan, deal!

The decision that Uncle Guan Er suddenly shouted made Guan Dasheng, who was watching, not believe his ears.

Why did dad suddenly become intimidated? Didn’t they say a few days ago that the most important thing in the antique business is to be calm, not impatient, and immovable?

Naoto Nakamura, who had just walked out of the door, smiled contemptuously.

Inoue Koji did not bring enough cash, but only paid a deposit in advance. The two parties agreed that the money and goods would be settled tomorrow.

After the two left, Guan Dasheng asked his father impatiently: Dad, why did you agree to the eight thousand yuan? This thing of ours is worth ten or twenty thousand!

But Uncle Guan Er said: Whether it's worth it or not depends on who has the final say. Look at the people present today. Who has the final say?

Guan Dasheng said: Of course, Dad, you have the final say! If you don't sell it, can they still rob it?

It doesn't matter what I say, Uncle Guan Er smiled and said, It's that young man who has the final say! If they leave today, they really won't come back.

Guan Dasheng said in surprise: Then you still said 20,000 that day.

Uncle Guan Er waved his hand and said, This set of pots is not worth twenty thousand now.

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Koji Inoue opened the car door first and helped Naoto Nakamura get into the car, and he finally got in.

Nakamura-kun, your method is still effective. These people are too cunning.

Inoue, when doing business with Zina people, you must be decisive and have the courage and confidence to fight with a bayonet.

Hey, I'll try my best.

Inoue Koji nodded and accepted the instruction, but he was scolding his mother in his heart - you are the boss, of course you can give up at any time, if I give up, won't you fire me?

Naoto Nakamura glanced at Inoue Koji and said softly: Are you saying in your heart that the price I gave them is too high?

Inoue Koji quickly shook his head: No, if I were to negotiate it myself, I might have to pay more.

Naoto Nakamura smiled coldly, and then said: Money is the catalyst for greed. They got eight thousand today, and they want eight thousand the day after tomorrow.

Today they sold us a set of porcelain, and the day after tomorrow they might be able to bring out what we hoped to find.

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Inoue Koji looked at Naoto Nakamura in surprise, and for the first time he thought, This turtle thing looks a bit like his grandfather.

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Uncle Guan Er took the deposit and went shopping with his eldest nephew Guan Dacheng.

The eldest brother's family has been living in poverty for many years, but now that they have money, they have to buy something for them. At least they have to be given everything, right?

Guan Dasheng watched his father go out with money, and felt heartbroken because he didn't want it.

Originally, the gap in his heart was huge from 20,000 to 8,000, but now he has to give out 4,000 to others. Who can bear this kind of heartache~

Eight thousand, if I had known eight thousand, why not sell it to that Bangchui? Bangchui.

Guan Dasheng suddenly thought of an idea, and it was a crazy idea that he couldn't stop.

He hurriedly ran back to his room and found a crumpled note.

If it works, it's 15,000, but if it doesn't, it's still 8,000. It's worth the risk.

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After Wei Jiaxian received the news, he rushed to a hotel in the west of the city.

This is the contact address he left for Guan Dasheng. It can also be regarded as a fishing rod for those who are willing to take the bait.

Eight thousand yuan, not a penny less.

Okay, but will your family agree to sell it to me?

Why are you so stubborn? Come with me, hand over the money and deliver the goods.

Wei Jiaxian looked at Guan Dasheng with twinkling eyes, shook his head and said: Then I can't go to your house to trade. You have to bring the things to me. We will clear the money and goods, and no one can hold us accountable in the future.

Just wait.

Guan Dasheng rode home in a hurry. While his parents were not at home, he stole the set of colorful flower and bird pots and gave them to Wei Jiaxian.

Wei Jiaxian didn't bother this time and gave Guan Dasheng a little over 8,000 yuan.

After Guan Dasheng left, Lao Song quietly appeared.

Uncle Song, do you think this Guan family is the people we are looking for?

We have to see what the outcome will be later. Although Hua Erhan has the ability to confuse the fake with the real, the fake is fake and can never be real. One day, experts will see it.

At that time, according to the rules, the Guan family will compensate someone for a really good thing. If he can compensate, he is likely to be the person we are looking for. If he cannot compensate, we are looking for the wrong person.

Seeing Wei Jiaxian's silence, Lao Song comforted him: Don't worry, the capital is so big and there are many people with the surname Gua. We have only been in the capital for a few months. If we look slowly, we can always find him.

Wei Jiaxian was silent for a few seconds, and then said: If this Guan family is not the person we are looking for, is it unethical for us to do this?

What's not authentic about this? Lao Song said with a smile: Buying and selling antiques depends on your eyesight. If those Oriental people have eyesight, it's because they are incompetent.

If the Lao Guan family is found out, it's because they themselves have evil intentions. Who can they blame?

Wei Jiaxian thought for a long time, finally exhaled and nodded silently.

But he thought of something else and said, But we spent eight thousand yuan, isn't it a bit high? Will Li Ye be unhappy?

Hey~, haven't you seen it yet? Li Ye's thoughts are not much different from ours, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to work for him!

Old Song chuckled and said, Besides, we have really bought two good things for him in the past two days. He won't care about the money.

Wei Jiaxian finally smiled and nodded: Those are indeed two good things.

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Guan Dasheng took 8,000 yuan, got on his bicycle and ran to Panjiayuan. At this moment, his heart was burning, excited and anxious.

When he arrived at the place and saw the stall owner from yesterday and the same set of colorful flower and bird pots from the Ming Dynasty on the stall, he felt relieved.

Brother, this pot of yours is interesting. Make it cheaper. Sell it to me for 680!

Three thousand yuan, not a penny less.

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Guan Dasheng was stunned for ten seconds, then he jumped up, stared and cursed: Are you playing tricks on me? Yesterday you said one thousand, today I got the money and you increased it to three thousand? Believe it or not, I destroyed your stall?

The young stall owner brushed his clothes, revealing the handle of the knife at his waist.

Go ahead and expose it, as long as you have money to pay for it. If you don't have money, you can pay for it with your life.

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The next morning, a worried Guan Dasheng watched Inoue Koji put the set of three thousand yuan pots as if they were treasures, and his heart dropped completely.

Of course, he didn't suffer in vain. He planned to go out and find some old guns today and spend a few hundred yuan to deal with that kid.

If you dare to play tricks with the men in the capital, you will die!

But after Inoue Koji left, Uncle Guanji smiled and asked his son: Da Sheng, where did you get this set of things?

Guan Dasheng was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Dad, can you tell?

How can I not see the things I own? But that set of things is hard to distinguish between genuine and fake.

Then why didn't you say anything just now?

The buyer didn't even notice? Why should I tell you? Haven't I told you about the rules of this industry?

Guan Dasheng hid in a corner before he felt that his father had no intention of slapping him.

But the next moment. Guan Dasheng thought it would be better to get slapped by himself!

Guan Ciying said to him kindly: How much did it cost? Hand it over and I promise not to beat you!