Chapter 40 Fatty Ma's Lecture

"What's the dialect?"

"Lao Sun, if you don't know the language in our industry, you will suffer a big loss."

"I heard what he said so seriously that I simply believed him."

"Sun, don't think my store is small and lonely, but as the old saying goes, if you don't open for three years, you can eat for three years." With that, the fat meat on his face also trembled, and the green military uniform was supported by Fat Ma's round belly, with an arrogant landlord posture.

This fat man really has a preference for military uniforms. From the time he was an educated youth to the current reform and opening up, the military uniform has changed several times, and the fat man has also changed several times. He is not a soldier, but he always holds a military uniform.

Out of the Ma Pangzi store, there are still relatively few people in the antique market. Generally, more people come to shop for things in their free time on weekends.

There is an unruly rule in the antique market, that is, one is willing to beat the other. You can't buy fake goods. When you go home and find that it is fake, you will turn around and to toss around. This doesn't work. If you buy it, you will leave. You can't return or exchange it.

And when it comes to this antique market, people who often come to know that there are many more fakes than real things. If the store owner has real goods, do you think he will toss around on this stall?

"Here is a joke for you. There was once a Changsha man who was obsessed with antiques and had a certain understanding of these aspects. One morning, he went to the antique market as usual. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he found a cup with white light. It looked very good, but there was a little black on it. Point, he grabbed the cup and looked at it, saying: What a pity! Such a good cup was actually stained by these small black spots. In fact, the narration in his heart was that I wouldn't buy it without these small black dots.

Isn't the antique passed down from generation to generation from the dead? If it is not damaged, it will make people feel uneased. Although I am not satisfied with these small black spots, of course, this is also a store. In order to suppress the price, I am actually very happy.

Finally, he bought the cup home. He was happy and felt that he had picked up a big leak. So the next morning, he got up early and came to the antique market. Suddenly, his eyes lit up again. On the same stall, he found the same cup. Now he was anxious and wanted to argue with the stall owner. .

Finally, the boss told him that this was a pair of double dragon cups. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stamped his feet and bought them again. He was very happy.

Then on the third day, he came to the antique market early, and his eyes lit up unexpectedly.

I couldn't help answering, "Is it the same cup again?"

Fat Ma answered, "Guess what?"

"If he buys him again, he will be a fool," the clay man said aside.

I said, "I must have bought it."

"Old Sun, you're right." He was just angry and ready to find the stall owner to lose his temper, but the stall owner didn't wait for him to sit down and said: Congratulations! You are such a nobleman, and all these good things have happened to you. This sentence blinded him at that time, and the stall owner continued: I didn't expect them to be Sansheng Cup. Finally, he bought the cup again.

I listened with relish: "What about the fourth day?"

"This is just a joke, which illustrates the complexity of the antique market. Usually, fish eyes are mixed with beads, dragons and snakes. Of course, Lao Sun does not rule out that there are real things in this antique market, otherwise it will not attract so many people."

Fat Ma suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I once found a raw play."

Fat Ma looked at me and explained with a puzzled face: "Playing refers to the bright weapon that has just been unearthed."

"I understand, just say it directly and sell it."

"If you want to squat down, just say it directly, Lao Sun, and you are still illiterate. Didn't you hear from the state? All antique treasures dug from the ground belong to the country.

I took a look at Fatty Ma in surprise and was convinced that this fat man was usually hidden.

I gave him a thumbs up. Fatty Ma smiled lowly and handed me a cigarette: "Don't rush to praise me. There are still a lot of things you have to learn later. When you learn, you can also participate in my business in the future. At that time, we will be rich and rich."

The clay figurine took Fatty Ma's cigarette and lit it casually: "It's better than singing. Fatty, do you dare to pay the bottom now?"

Fat Ma hit a ha-ha, and his head tilted elsewhere.

"You said it!" I couldn't help urging.

Fat Ma couldn't avoid it and said harshly, "Don't worry, if you hang in the ground one day, I will definitely take good care of your family. You don't have to worry about it below."

In the next minute, we beat him up.

Going to the antique market is still going on, and Fatty Ma is still explaining.

"Old Sun, have you seen that jade?" I looked in the direction pointed by Fatty Ma and nodded. "Jade is called stone in Chinese, and those in this industry are made into stone gangs, and then similar to emeralds, green heads, old species, new species, which refer to jadeite, old jadeite and new jadeite respectively."

Fat Ma talked about his head, which made me look at him more and more.

"Do you know calligraphy and painting?"

I nodded.

"If you want to say that the calligraphy and paintings of the old man Qi Baishi are still valuable in modern times, it will be far away. The first recommendation is the map on the Qingming River. Of course, it is impossible to get that thing. Then there is Wang Xizhi's first line of books in the world, Lanting Collection. Legend has it that he was taken to the ground by Emperor Taizong of Tang. It is a forgery but it is still passed down in the world. The authentic product Maybe we still have a chance to see the light," said Fatty Ma with a few laughter.

"Do you dare to think about that?"

Fat Ma immediately stopped laughing: "It's good to have a good time."

"We use these calligraphy and paintings in words, that is, paper head, piece, paper."

Fat Ma continued, "In fact, these are nothing. Do you know what to call us if we meet our peers when we go to the ground?"

I shook my head, and Fatty Ma lowered his voice when he said this: "It's called Yuanliang, which is a respectful name for each other."

I nodded.

"Mom, where did so many rules come from?" The clay figurine interrupted.

"You know this better than me," Fatty Ma replied.

The clay figurine closed his mouth.

"There are two factions in our industry. Last time we went to the ground, Mr. Lao Shan also said that the southern faction and the northern faction also have different names for the lower land. The southern faction is called Taosha, the northern faction is called inverted fighting, and our Changsha also has a name called Tufu. In fact, there is no difference in essence, but there is still a distinction in details. The northern faction and the southern faction have never been at odds. The northern faction scolded the southern faction and did not follow the rules. The clear weapon is simply ruined in their hands, while the southern faction hits back at the northern faction. If they become a bitch, they still have to set up a archway. So the two rows did not match. The old man Shan I saw last time was the representative of the Northern School.

"Who is the Southern faction?"

"Southern faction, let me think about it. In fact, the South fact has no systematic rules, so it is relatively scattered, but it has to be discharged, that is, 'Sun Dasheng'."

"Sun Dasheng?"

"This is a nickname given to him in our industry. If you dare to call him so in person, he can't even recognize you by your ancestors. He has a unique skill, which is to climb the mountain. The meaning of climbing the mountain is that no matter which mountain it is in front of, no matter how big or small, he can see where the tomb is at a glance, and after finding the tomb, he can smell the age of the tomb through the soil taken out by Luoyang shovel.

I heard what Fatty Ma said so mysteriously that I couldn't help saying, "Is it so powerful?"

"Of course, but this person's whereabouts are also erratic. I once wanted to visit the fat master, but I didn't see a ghost."

When it comes to the North and South faction, the look of the clay figurine is a little unnatural.

If we Changsha Tufuzi want to say that the classification should also belong to the southern school. Fatty Ma smoked a cigarette and said, "Now the two factions are fights when they meet, but the northern faction has a hidden advantage."

"What do you know, just talk nonsense," the clay figurine retorted.

Fat Ma is saying, "Dudman, can you not interrupt the fat master to give a lecture to Lao Sun?"

"There are contradictions in the southern faction, otherwise it can't be compared with their northern faction," the clay figurine said this with emotion, and then immediately closed his mouth.

Fat Ma and I both stared at him.

"What are you looking at!"

We withdrew our eyes. Where did you talk about? Lao Sun.

"Speaking of Sun Dasheng."

"Oh! Yes, yes, that's Sun Dasheng. If you want to say that Sun Dasheng is also a strange person, he doesn't go to the ground during the day and doesn't go out during the day. He just says that he doesn't go to the ground during the day. After getting off the ground, he doesn't come out during the day. He always goes to the ground and never goes empty, and the key is that every time he does not pay a lot.

Listening to Ma Pangzi's words, I can't help but think of the 'Ghost Palace' said by the hills. It seems that everyone wants to get involved in this place, and I guess Sun Dasheng is also one of them.

"Old Sun", Fatty Ma turned up the volume and called me.

"I'm not deaf. You're so loud."

"Since you came back from Xing'anling, you have always been distracted. Are you entangled by evil spirits?"

"Get out of here."

Fat Ma coughed a few times and suddenly squatted down in front of a stall. The stall owner shouted, "Boss Ma." Fatty Ma is quite familiar with his territory.

The stall owner is a man in his early fifties, with three or seven hair, a Tang suit and a greasy face.

"Boss Liu, long time no see. How have you been recently?" Fatty Ma arched his hand and said politely.

"Stop it, Boss Ma, I missed a baby recently, and now it hurts to think about it!" Boss Liu said with a sad face.

Fat Ma heard that Boss Liu missed a baby and said, "How much did you miss?"

"At least this number," he said, stretching out five fingers.

"500?"

"No, it's 5,000!"

"Boss Liu is talking nonsense, aren't we?"

"Boss Ma, I lied to you. Last time I made a blind eye, I sold a blue and white porcelain from Jingdezhen for 500 yuan. Looking back and thinking about it, at least I lost this number."

Fat Ma said a few words and got up. After a few steps, I said, "This old man has lost a lot."

"Lao Sun, you are too young after all. You believe this!"