Chapter 96 Reiki Treasure Appraisal

After listening to the boss, Zhang Ping realized that Liu Dahai nodded cheeklessly, as if he recognized it.

The little boss pointed to the jade and asked Zhang Ping again, "Brother, how about it? Do you still want this jade?"

Zhang Ping was a little hesitant in his heart. It was not that he saw something, but he felt that the boss was too attentive. He was a little different from the legendary antique vendor. He was hesitant in his hand. Suddenly, he had an idea. He was really a newbie. Why didn't he use his magic power? Last time he got a piece of jade.

So he pretended, but secretly used the sky's eyes to see the jade, but didn't find anything. Oh, what's going on? Oh, by the way, if this is exactly the same material, it will naturally be useless. After all, you can't tell what's good and what's bad.

I subconsciously use my heavenly eyes to look at other objects on the stall. Well, it seems that something is different. Take a closer look. In a small corner of the stall, there is a very inconspicuous pendant, which looks dark and greasy, but on this small pendant, Zhang Ping feels some aura, which is different from the blue light of the doom drill, but a little like the innate aura in his body.

This discovery surprised Zhang Ping and told him intuitively that this must be a good thing, at least better than other things, including those in his own hands. But Zhang Ping was also very shrewd. He quietly withdrew his eyes and said to the boss, "Boss, you are really good, but the price is a little higher. Why don't you lower your hand?"

The little boss was a little unhappy on his face, "I also asked you just now. If you don't want it, you said those words for your sincerity. Well, since you said it, the price is 800 yuan, and it can't be lower.

Zhang Ping hesitated to squat down, pulled twice on the stall, and picked out a few small pendants. Naturally, the one he just saw was also among them. He casually said, "Well, 800 yuan, I won't bargain, but you can give me two small pendants. What do you think?"

The boss looked at him suspiciously and glanced at the two pendants again. He didn't see any problem. I thought that these small pendants were only dozens of yuan each. No one wanted them for a long time, and the appearance was really a little worse. He pretended to agree cheerfully: "Okay, okay, this is about to close the stall. It's cheaper for you."

Liu Dahai saw that Zhang Ping took two more small pendants in a blink of an eye. He wanted to take action in his heart, but he was pulled away by Zhang Ping with an excuse. He said it was very late. If he didn't hurry up, those big stores might be closed.

The two of them quickly walked around and didn't take action. On the way, Zhang Ping used his eyes several times, and he didn't find anything with aura. It seems that the valuable things on this stall are not high.

"It's not that easy to pick up leaks." Liu Dahai sighed and pulled Zhang Ping into a store in front of him. The door face was not very big. When I walked in, I found that there was a universe inside. The decoration was antique, and three or five clerks dressed in ancient costumes were talking about the guests in the store.

Seeing the two of them coming in, a clerk greeted them warmly and introduced the antiques in the store to the two. Zhang Ping signaled to the clerk in a low profile, making him understand that it was Liu Dahai who could spend a lot of money to make the decision, and his expression became more and more respectful.

Liu Dahai pretended to listen to the shop assistant's introduction, but Zhang Ping wandered around. If he felt good, he looked at it with his eyes and compared it. In this way, I immediately felt the difference. In his opinion, there are only a few antiques placed outside the store, which have a faint aura, but after careful comparison, they discover some completely different feelings.

The longer the year, the stronger the aura. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the aura basically couldn't be felt. In addition, it seems that in terms of materials and types, even objects of the same era have different aura concentration attached to them. Zhang Ping's interest is also getting stronger and stronger. If you study it in detail, hey hey, you are just a living antique identification machine.

Unfortunately, there are too few antiques placed outside this store. Zhang Ping looked around and sighed reluctantly. Seeing that Liu Dahai was still touching a few objects there, he came over. When Liu Dahai saw him coming, he hurriedly said, "Come on, Pingzi, do you feel my porcelain jar of the Han Dynasty?"

This makes the clerks next to him stunned, and their feelings depend on their feelings. Naturally, he didn't know that Zhang Ping's supernatural feeling had become famous in the circle.

Zhang Ping picked it up after he put it away. This is also the rule. If you take it directly, in case something goes wrong, it's hard for both sides to say.

This is a small celadon jar with some sky-green glaze on it. It looks quite delicate from the appearance. Naturally, he doesn't understand it, but it doesn't have any aura. It's definitely not real. Zhang Ping looked at the porcelain jar again and put it back with a smile.

Liu Dahai was stunned: "Pingzi, this is true or false. There is no need to laugh at me."

Zhang Ping picked up the porcelain jar again and showed it to him: a few big characters were engraved on the bottom of the jar: Western Han Dynasty Xiaowu Royal System.

"Is there any problem?" Liu Dahai looked left and right and asked doubtfully.

Zhang Pingqiang suppressed his laughter and whispered close to his ear: "The sea, there was no Eastern Han Dynasty at that time."

Liu Dahai also woke up, blushed and said angrily, "This thing can fucking fool people."

After such a while, Liu Dahai was no longer interested in continuing to stroll, and went out with Zhang Ping. I faintly heard a clerk say something about the ghost market, and then became excited. He dragged Zhang Ping back and asked the clerk when the ghost market began.

In the antique world, ghost markets were most prevalent in the 1920s and 1930s before liberation. After liberation, the times changed, and even the ordinary stalls disappeared without a trace, not to mention the ghost market, which once disappeared from the sight of everyone. It was not until the 1990s that the ghost market slowly showed signs of recovery.

However, this so-called ghost market is not available every day. After all, the vendors in this ghost market are all running around, with mixed ingredients and strong mobility. However, it is also a coincidence that a national jewelry exhibition was held here some time ago. During this period, there is always a day or two a week, and the antique market will also appear.

I heard from the clerk that there will be a ghost market on the antique street here tomorrow morning. After hearing the news, Liu Dahai didn't go shopping. He excitedly pulled Zhang Ping back to the hotel to rest and prepared to come to the ghost market tomorrow morning to pick up big leaks.

After going back, those people also recovered from their initial fatigue and were chatting together. Seeing the two of them coming back, they gathered around to see what they had gained.

Along the way, I heard Liu Dahai say a lot of classic stories about antiques. As a result, when they said it, only Zhang Ping received a few inconspicuous small pendants, and they were very disappointed. However, when I heard that there would be a ghost market tomorrow morning, I was excited.

Isn't traveling around the world just to have more experience? With such a coincidence, it is indeed a great harvest to visit the legendary ghost market.

The next day, just after 5:30, it was foggy outside, and Liu Dahai roared and shouted everyone up.

The sky was a little dim, and some figures could be faintly seen through the thin fog in the morning. When I approached, I saw that on the antique street, on the edge of antique shops, many people were walking around, lacking the noise in the day, which seemed a little gloomy.

Fang Ke shivered and leaned against Zhang Ping. Liu Dahai saw it and scared her and said, "Kexin, I heard that these people who set up stalls in ghost markets often eat dead people's food. The things on that stall are all dug out of the grave, hey hey."

Fang Kexin's face turned pale by him. Ouyang scolded him angrily: "Liu Dahai, if you want to scare us again, I won't take you to Tibet."

Liu Dahai dodged with a smile. The prince took advantage of it and entered: "This kind of opportunity for a ghost market is very rare. But Xin, Ouyang, don't be afraid. There are several of us, it is difficult to take care of ghosts and gods, and all evils will not be invaded."

In fact, these early morning fog is extremely thin. From a distance, it seems that everything is hazy. After approaching, it still looks relatively clearly, which has no impact on the line of sight at all.

"Ouyang, don't walk around with you girls. There are a lot of rules and traps in this antique. Don't worry about the price. Talk to us when you are sure, and let's check it for you." Liu Dahai did not forget that he was the leader of these rookie people, and he showed off his knowledge from time to time.

Look at a group of people, which was a little scary, so it was divided into two groups. This distribution was the same as when driving, and it was naturally separated. Zhang Ping and Sun Meixiang strolled in the back slowly, but Fang Kexin was curious to look at this booth. She looked at that booth, but she looked at several stalls in a row, and she didn't like anything.

After following Fang Kexin for more than ten minutes, Zhang Ping finally understood. Fang Kexin is enjoying this feeling of joining in the fun. Wherever there are many people, she stands aside to watch the bustle when she sees the bustle, which makes Zhang Ping and Sun Meixiang cry and laugh.

At this time, Fang Kexin saw a group of people around there again. She didn't know what had happened, so she greeted Zhang Ping and squeezed in again. Zhang Ping had no choice but to follow in. Sun Meixiang looked at the large number of people and shook her head repeatedly, signaling that she could just take a look at the stall next to her.

Zhang Ping squeezed in with Kexin and saw what had happened.

It turned out that there were two foreigners bargaining with the stall owner. One of them had long golden hair and clear blue eyes flashed. She turned out to be a particularly beautiful foreigner. No wonder there were so many people watching the scene.

Another foreigner is slightly bald, with a small porcelain in his hand, but it is a blue and white general jar. The whole set is not small. Straight mouth, short neck, full shoulders, bulging abdomen, skimmed feet; full shape, the whole is like a general in a helmet, steady and straight, strong and strong, but lacks an umbrella cover. The whole body of the jar is decorated with blue and white lotus, the fetus is white, the glazed surface is smooth, and the white is slightly green.

Listening to the tone of the stall owner, this is actually the blue and white of the official kiln of Qingjiaqing. Zhang Ping glanced at it with his eyes and knew that it must be a high imitation porcelain jar, without any aura.

However, in the antique industry, it has always been said that there are buying and selling. If you are willing to fight, you will rely on voluntariness. If you are unlucky, you may be picked up by someone; when luck comes, you may be able to fool a worthless gadget out a big price.

Although the foreigner is very beautiful, Zhang Ping did not mean to help, and Kexin stood aside and watched the bustle.

I only heard the foreigner open two fingers and say: 2,000 yuan. It seems that this is also a sensible person, knowing that this is definitely not real.

The stall owner shook his head repeatedly, no! Then he also stretched out a slap, which means 5,000 yuan. In fact, the cost of this general can is no more than 300 yuan, and it's good to sell it for thousands of yuan. This stall owner rarely encounters a foreigner's business. Naturally, he refuses to let go easily. At that moment, he puffed up his three-inch tongue and compared with the foreigner with his two hands.