(Kneel, kneel and beg for all kinds of tickets.)
It was already noon, and there weren't many stalls on Jiefang Road anymore. However, most of the things on display were genuine goods. In the future, the huge " Antique Counterfeiting Army " would still be exploring the technology of forgery for their own fun!
It was just that there was nothing good on display. There were not many who took a fancy to it, so it was not worth it.
He had come here a few times and even met a familiar face. That person mysteriously took out a bronze jue from his bag.
"My old family just sent it over. It's 200 yuan.”
The trafficker was from Shaanxi Province and his surname was Li. From the surface, this bronze goblet had not been unearthed for a long time. Clearly, it had just been dug out by Master Tu. It was a funerary object. Normally, trading was prohibited in countries with bronze artifacts, but this duke could be sold for 20 to 30 thousand in private after 20 years.
"I say, Old Li, don't take out this kind of thing. Two hundred? Hehe, eighty is more like it."
Qin Shi didn't really like to touch bronze equipment, as it was too risky.
"Although the decoration on this jue is not bad, it doesn't have a single inscription. Eighty is already not bad. However, even if there was an inscription, I couldn't take it this time. I still had to do something, and it was inconvenient to bring a bomb.”
The cultural relic seller did not insist. He hid Jue again and said in a low voice,"Little Qin, to be honest, if there really is something good, do you want it?”
"What is it?"
Just because he didn't like it didn't mean that he wouldn't touch it. If it was really something good, he would buy it himself. These were the first batch of Central Plains cultural relics dealers who could settle down here. Even though they were now setting up stalls, they were all resourceful and could even send national treasures overseas!
Rather than letting the national treasure flow out, it was better to collect it himself.
"A bronze plate of this size, with a diameter of 49 centimeters and a weight of 49 pounds! A few of my brothers dug it out from a big tomb. The hole was more than ten meters deep! There were 409 hornless dragon inscriptions on its entire body! To tell you the truth, there were also a few cauldrons, beans, and some small items that came out with us. They were all sold at our place. No one could eat that plate, so he entrusted it to me.”
"Do you have a photo?"
"Yes."
This cultural relic seller was a thief. He didn't even keep a photo with him. He took it out from a crack in the wall behind the stall.
"Look, this is it."
After saying that, she handed Qin Shi two enlarged, five-inch black and white photos.
"This photo was developed by my relative. It just arrived two days ago. You also know that the higher-ups are very strict. They don't dare to take it out unless they're familiar with it. Those foreigners had money, but it was difficult to bring them out and they didn't know the rules. If they were caught, it would be considered light punishment.”
As he listened to the seller's nagging, Qin Shi focused his attention on the photo. Although the photo was not very clear, he could still feel that it was reliable. It was a huge copper plate similar to the " Yin's Plate ". It was tall and had two ears. There were more than 20 lines of inscriptions cast on the bottom of the plate. At a glance, there were more than 400 words!
The photo taken from the side showed that the abdomen and high feet were decorated with dragon patterns or animal patterns, which were very exquisite! The black and white photo didn't show the rust color, but the counterfeit dealers at this time couldn't make such a beautiful imitation. It would take at least ten years for them to have such craftsmanship.
He returned the photo to the seller." Old Li, we're all in the industry. To be honest, for goods of this grade, we must look at the real thing before we can set the final price. How much money do you need to sell it?"
Old Li had been paying attention to the pedestrians on both sides. When there was no one else, he whispered,"Let's not talk about lies. My cousin said in his letter that the things are very well preserved. There's only a little copper rust, and it's all black rust. The lowest price was 20,000, and there was no bargaining! If you want it, then yes. If you don't, then don't mention it!"
20,000 was a sky-high price! The tomb raider seemed to be knowledgeable and knew that this was a good treasure. It was no wonder that no one in the local area could eat it. At this moment, a worker in Shaanxi Province only earned 60 to 70 yuan a month, which was the total salary of 20 to 30 years! Moreover, it would be even harder for him to take out 20,000 yuan now than to take out 5 million yuan in 30 years! Not to mention that the cultural relics market in the big cities had just begun.
However, the tomb raider didn't know. There was a "Yin's Plate" in the Palace Museum on Taiwan. Otherwise, they might have offered several times the price!
Qin Shi was really tempted! It was very likely that this was a treasure that had never appeared in public in the future. It was probably in the hands of some foreign private collector!
He could still take out 20,000 yuan in cash, but he had to look at the goods first.
"Alright, get your old family to send it over, but you have to leave it for me for at least a month. I'll come back in a month.”
"No problem, but you have to put a deposit of at least 200 yuan.”
Without wasting any time, he took out 20 Unity Cards from his pocket. She gave him a 5-yuan "Steelmaker" and pointed at a rare golden jade ring and a pair of walnuts that were common in Beijing."How much is this?"
"This thing is from the Republic of China. It's not worth much.”Even though Old Li didn't understand why he was talking about the ring, he was still quite generous.
He put away the five yuan. He had already seen the age of the ring. He casually picked up the walnut with his right hand and played with it a few times.
He said to Old Li,"We're all playing this game. We all know how deep the water is. After interacting with you a few times, you only know that my name is Little Qin, and I also know that your name is Old Li. This is best, very good! When the time comes, I'll look for you. At most, there will be three people on each side to inspect the goods. Let's say this first. If the deal doesn't work out, don't blame me for being ruthless.”
"You should follow the rules."
Old Li also understood the pros and cons, but he heard some strange sounds. He lowered his head and gasped. Xiao Zhang opened his right hand and placed a pile of crumbs on the canvas of the stall.
The walnuts he was playing with were not edible walnuts. The outer shell was very tough, but Qin Shi had crushed it completely!
This was definitely practiced. If he grabbed his arms and legs, wouldn't the flesh be torn off?!
"Alright, let's go first. See you then.”
After saying that, Qin Shi turned around and left. He had managed to scare countless people in his life just now, and they all thought he was some kind of martial arts expert.
Actually, it wasn't that mysterious. A few years ago, Shaolin Temple was popular. He had pestered Brother Han to learn military fighting techniques for two years. It was not a problem for ordinary hooligans to deal with two or three, but they were definitely not experts. Last time, it was because he was blacklisted.
And this hand skill was just a small trick that he had practiced since he was young. It was a small plaything that had been passed down in his hometown since ancient times: The " Divine Power of the Iron Palm " was a skill that could be used to pinch a small wooden board when one had nothing to do.
Anyone could practice it, and the effect was obvious. After persisting for three to four months, the grip strength of this hand would increase by a large margin, and the strength of the fingers would also increase.
On the other hand, Qin Shi had been playing with wooden planks for more than ten years. Although his arms were not thick, he could crush two walnuts as if he was playing with them. In terms of grip strength, he could easily crush the bones of a strong man!
Seeing that it was almost time, he walked back to the snack bar. As soon as he entered, the boss said that the ticket seller, Old Wu, and the coin dealer had arrived.
In a small, semi-public cubicle, the two of them were waiting for Qin Shi.
Without further ado, the coin seller, Old Wu, took out a few small packets of silver coins wrapped in newspapers from a small cloth bag.
"Jiangnan Province made a total of 40 Wuxu, Jihai, Guimao, and Yisi. 120 yuan per dozen. Four of them were from Old Jiangnan, three were from Yingyang and one was from Zhibian, a total of eighty.”
This was the first time he had seen the " Old Jiangnan " after his rebirth in the Qin Dynasty. These were two of the three types of silver coins that were made in Jiangnan Province in 1897. Each type had a different edge, and there were not many of them. In 30 or 40 years, they would be sold at more than 40,000 yuan each! And now, it was worth the price of two Big Yuan.
As for the Wuxu, Jihai, Guimao, and Yisi silver coins made in Jiangnan Province, they were also relatively rare. In thirty to forty years, each coin would cost four to five thousand yuan. As long as the quality was passable, it would cost six to seven thousand yuan. There were also many that cost more than ten thousand yuan. Now, they were only one yuan more expensive than ordinary Longyang coins.
Old Wu also said," You might like this. Yuanguang has been in power for three years. There are a total of 25 of them. If they go together, they will be sold at the same price as Jiangnan Wuxu."”
All the silver coins in this paper bag were separated by toilet paper to protect the surface. The ordinary quality of the " Three Years of Xuantong " was now sold at the price of ordinary silver coins, and it was now sold at 12 per piece.
Qin Shi simply inspected the goods. With his ten years of experience, he didn't even need to use a magnifying glass. He quickly confirmed that there was no problem with all the silver coins.
"The goods are not bad!"
Why would he nitpick every time he traded antiques?
In fact, there was no need to deliberately belittle experts. Otherwise, they would only be looked down upon! Qin Shi truly felt that this batch of silver coins was not bad. It was estimated that Old Zhang had spent tens of thousands of silver coins to pick out such a good batch of coins.
"I want them all. A total of 1420 yuan?”
He felt that these were all worth collecting and calculated in his heart. However, just as he finished speaking, he saw Old Wu rummaging through his pockets again."Why is there more?"
He saw Old Wu take out a small paper bag from his shirt pocket.
"Two Yun Province car coins, a total of 100 yuan.”
This type of silver coin was rare. He took it and looked at it carefully. There was no problem. After 30 to 40 years, depending on the quality, the real one would cost 50,000 to 200,000 yuan!
"The total is 1200 yuan.”20.
"Alright, no problem. I'll keep the rare coins for you next time."”He said he wanted to keep it, but he didn't ask for a mailing address or anything. Other than the local ones, many antique dealers did the same thing. It was their fault for doing all kinds of shady business!
At this time, the common people began to buy a few ordinary silver coins to hide, which prompted a large number of silver coins from all over the world to flow into the market. As for Qin Shi, who was a collector and dealer who needed high-quality goods, he could get what he needed here. The excess ordinary silver coins on hand could be disposed of at a suitable price. This formed a virtuous market circulation system.
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