Treasure Hunt America

This Panjiayuan street stall is well-known in the country's antique circles. .しwx520.

Not only because there have been many legendary transactions here, and a lot of real things have been sold, but also because the booth fees here are not cheap.

Before 2000 in Panjiayuan, the scale of the market had just become a reality, and the market was not very standardized. At that time, not only were there shops facing the street on both sides, but the vendors who set up small stalls directly spread a piece in the middle of the street. Cloth, and began to set up a stall to sell goods.

Later, the market also became a climate, and its reputation became more and more nationwide. The city managers here felt that this kind of private construction should not be allowed to continue.

First of all, doing this will not only affect the appearance of the city, but the most important thing is that there are still very high security risks.

After all, people come and go in this Panjiayuan every day, not only those collectors who are used to antiques, but also those tourists who come to the capital to visit.

If the streets are full of these random stalls, if there is a fire or an emergency, it will be difficult for people to run away.

So the city managers re-planned the market, widened the original streets, and designated a special area for these people to set up stalls.

So there are these semi-open-air greenhouses. The booths under these greenhouses are not surrounded by enclosures, only a piece of plastic-steel roof on the head, and the size and location of the booths are also very flexible.

Moreover, the rental period of these booths is also very flexible, both long and short. The long-term ones are fixed booths, and the short-term ones are basically in the form of daily rent.

Every day as long as you come to do business. After paying the management fee, you can set up a stall, which is similar in form to grocery shopping. Of course, on weekends, because of the heavy traffic. Stalls are also very hard to find.

However, when it is not the peak tourist season or holidays, the booths are relatively loose, but the booth fees are not cheap at all. After all, we are the capital of goodness here. America's capital is cheap. . .

So here is the stall owner of the stall. As long as the stall starts every day, you will carry a cost on your head. As long as the daily turnover is lower than this turnover, it will definitely lose money.

Therefore, everyone has a very enthusiastic attitude. As long as they see tourists wandering in front of their booth, they have to go up to say hello enthusiastically, or pull down their booth to take a look. The service attitude is definitely first-class.

But now the stall owner of the stall in front of Jin Muchen's eyes makes him wonder, he has been squatting for a long time. If it were an ordinary stall owner, he would have come up long ago and started spitting on Xingzi, bragging about how good the things on his stall are. Then give a high price and let Jin Muchen bargain.

But this guy is good. He just looked at where Jin Muchen was looking in the east and west, and he didn't come up to greet him. Finally, when Jin Muchen saw the high imitation Northern Wei pottery statue in his bag, his eyes were even With an expression of impatience, he almost stood up and told him to leave quickly.

This guy is really weird, the more Jin Muchen looks at it, the more he feels that this guy has a ghost in his heart. Because after his eyes came into contact with the guy so much, the guy showed an impatient look in his eyes. In the end, he turned his head impatiently and didn't even look at him at all.

Jin Muchen turned his head. He looked at the pottery statue of a lady in the Northern Wei Dynasty with the half body exposed in his bag. Although the man was wrapped tightly, he could still see the face and abdomen of the statue through the exposed gap, although he could only see it. Part of it, but Jin Muchen was sure that he was not mistaken, this must be one of the high imitation pottery statues he had seen in Nanshi Mountain Village.

At this time, the stall owner also noticed his eyes, and instead glared at him fiercely, then turned around and zipped the zipper of the bag, and then wrapped all the exposed parts of the pottery figurines with newspaper. He closed his eyes and ignored him at all.

Everyone is like this, and Jin Muchen is not good at staying here. He stood up and left the stall, but at this time his curiosity was completely aroused. Although he left the stall, he did not. He didn't intend to go far, he just wanted to see what this guy was thinking.

He went out of the greenhouse and came to the entrance of the market. There were quite a few stalls selling snacks nearby. He bought an egg-filled cake, then found a hidden place and stared at the stall.

At this time, he could be at least 300 meters away from the booth, and with the crowd of people coming and going, the booth owner would definitely not be able to see him, but relying on his super eyesight, he could You can see the situation on the stall over there.

The stall owner was still as stubborn as he was, ignoring his answers, and there was really nothing spectacular on his stall, and few tourists were willing to stop in front of his stall.

But soon, two people hurriedly walked from the corner of the greenhouse to the front of the man's booth. The leader was a guy with oil and flour noodles, wearing a thin suit. The weather in Beijing was not warm at this time, but this guy was wearing open clothes. The collar seems to be very resistant to freezing.

The other guy, on the other hand, was dressed very calmly, with a black woolen coat and black business slacks. He looked like he was in his forties, with short hair and gold-wire glasses. He had the temperament of a scholar.

The two came to the front of the booth, and this time the booth owner opened his eyes and sat up straight.

The guy with oily noodles and noodles seemed to be very familiar with the stall owner, and he soon started chatting and laughing with the stall owner, and then the two exchanged cigarettes. At other times, he stared straight at the pottery figurine in the stall owner's bag and didn't move.

The stall owner seemed to be very proud, and then he simply brought the pottery figurine and the bag to the front.

Unzipping the zipper and pushing the newspaper down, the pottery figurine revealed its true face.

Jin Muchen's pupils shrank suddenly. At this time, most of his energy was also focused on the exposed pottery figurine. In terms of shape, it can be said that the pottery figurine was similar to the ones he had seen in Nanshi Mountain Village before. is exactly the same.

They are all portraits of smiling ladies with their hands on their waists, but unlike the ones bought by Sister Tao, this portrait of a lady has obvious signs of being worn out.

The bottom skirt is also dyed with mottled red, and the top placket and sleeves are also dyed yellow, but these colors, the faker made it very realistic, and some parts have already fallen off , It seems that the color is distorted and broken because of the age.

When he saw such pottery figurines, Jin Muchen couldn't bear it anymore, and he quietly leaned over to the booth again.

At this time, it happened to be around eleven in the morning. It was the busiest time in the market. The booth was even more crowded with people coming and going. There were bargains everywhere, and there was the voice of the stall owner greeting customers.

As for what happened at the pottery booth, it didn't attract the attention of others, and Jin Muchen pretended to be a tourist casually strolling in the middle of the booth, holding a set of snacks in his hand, watching as he walked.

Soon in the next row, he walked to a place close to the booth, and then he found a corner that did not attract attention, stood up, pricked up his ears, held his breath, and began to listen to the movement of the booth.

After the transformation of the gourd, not only the eyes are very powerful, but also the ears and sense of smell. As long as he concentrates and wins, he can hear very subtle sounds from far away, even after a period of research. , but also comes with a certain filtering effect.

Soon the sound from the booth reached his ears.

"Mr. Wei, what do you think of this?"

This is a very ruffian voice, just by listening, Jin Muchen can guess that this should be the voice of the guy with oily head and noodles.

"Well... this pottery figurine, from the perspective of the shape, is not wrong at all. I have seen several pottery figurines of ladies from the Northern Wei Dynasty before, and the pottery figurines of boys are exactly the same in shape. Especially The eyes, the face, and the shape of the hands are all correct. UU reading www.uukanshu.com and the streamlined shaping of the skirt pleats are also correct. They should be the craftsmanship of the craftsmen in the Northern Wei Dynasty. This coloring, it's about the same, well, it looks like this thing is good."

This teacher Wei should be the voice of the scholar full of temperament that I saw before. Although he speaks in a righteous manner, Jin Muchen always feels that this guy's voice is a little weak, as if he is out of breath. .

However, after hearing the tone of his next few words, Jin Muchen basically understood, what kind of lack of qi is clearly lack of confidence, this guy seems to be a second knife, and he has nothing to do with this thing in front of him. Fa Mingjuan, it seems that today he is going to be stabbed and hit!

"Mr. Wei, you really have good eyesight, I'll tell you the truth. My buddy has a lot of connections in the south of Henan, and he bought this thing from the south of Henan a few days ago. News two days ago. Reported, you should read the news about the theft of an ancient tomb of the Northern Wei Dynasty in the south of Henan..."

The guy with oily head and noodles, after saying this, he stopped talking, but instead laughed twice.

And when he was talking, the stall owner looked like the old **** was there. Anyway, he was sitting there pretending to be high and deep, and Mr. Wei was obviously fooled by them. . . (To be continued.)>