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About half an hour later, Zhao Dabao came to Sanlong Street.
This is his second time coming to Sanlong Street.
Sanlong Street is a medium-sized antique street in Longtan City. It mainly gathers people who love antiques.
Of course, under this seemingly elegant halo, Sanlong Street is still a famous black market in Longtan City. Here, all kinds of ghosts and monsters may appear, including ordinary people, high-ranking officials and nobles, black and white
They may be true antique lovers, or they may use this as a guise to engage in other activities.
The last time Zhao Dabao came here, he went to Baolai Pavilion to inquire about the Bloody Rose.
But this time, his main purpose was to try his luck here and see if he could make a fortune and build a house.
In the past, he knew nothing about antiques and treasure appraisal, and even if he wanted to find something missing, it would be impossible for him to do so.
But after studying with Gu Gu for a period of time, his knowledge has increased a lot, and he can already distinguish the authenticity of some antiques.
There are a lot of people on Sanlong Street. Those who set up stalls and those who pick up food gather together, and it is very lively.
Zhao Dabao walked casually on the street, looking around casually without any specific purpose. From time to time, vendors shouted, so he had nothing to do, so he went over to take a look.
At this time, he stopped in front of a stall. The stall owner was a middle-aged uncle. There were some ancient porcelain on the stall, and each one looked quite beautiful.
"Little brother, what do you like?"
When the stall owner saw business coming to his door, he smiled and said: "I guarantee these are genuine goods and the prices are fair. I will never rip you off."
¡°Boss, are you kidding me?¡±
Zhao Dabao just squatted down in front of the stall to look at it, without showing any interest in any of the porcelain. "If these are all genuine, do you still need to set up a stall here?"
"this¡¡"
The stall owner smiled.
Whenever guests come, he always says this. Although his words sound false at first glance, no one has ever exposed it to his face, and Zhao Dabao is the first one.
Fortunately, Zhao Dabao didn¡¯t embarrass him for too long. He pointed at a vase and asked, ¡°Boss, how much does this cost?¡±
The stall owner looked over and found that it was a piece of blue and white porcelain. It looked very real, but he knew that it was actually a fake.
However, he still made an offer without hesitation: "One price, one hundred thousand!"
"One hundred thousand?"
Zhao Dabao blinked, "It's too expensive, and it's not the real thing."
"My little brother doesn't seem to be a novice, but if you say one hundred thousand, it's one hundred thousand. Whether it is genuine or not depends on your personal vision. If you really miss it, the value will skyrocket dozens or hundreds of times, and you will make a lot of money."
The stall owner refused to let go of the price. In his opinion, Zhao Dabao must have taken a fancy to this vase. As long as Zhao Dabao really wanted it, it would not matter whether he lowered the price or not.
¡°Boss, you¡¯d better sell this vase to someone else.¡±
Zhao Dabao shook his head, stood up directly, turned around and left.
Stall owner: ""
Damn it!
You are leaving too simply, right?
????????? Don¡¯t you wait on purpose, waiting for me to lower the price before we talk?
Isn¡¯t this how most people bargain?
You don¡¯t play according to the routine!
The stall owner was dumbfounded for a while, feeling powerless. He was afraid of people who were too straightforward when doing business, and there was no room for negotiation and deception.
Actually, how did he know that Zhao Dabao just wanted to have fun and see what the antiques on Sanlong Street were worth.
As for whether it is genuine or not, he doesn¡¯t care for the time being.
"Anyway, those who set up stalls on the street are basically fakes. There may be genuine ones, but the probability is extremely low.
Unless he is extremely lucky, he should not have that dream.
After leaving this stall, Zhao Dabao found a few more stalls and practiced his skills. After several times in a row, he had a general understanding.
One word, black!
¡°These antique sellers, no matter what they ask for, always ask for tens of thousands, or even millions.
If it¡¯s genuine, it¡¯s definitely not expensive, but what about fakes?
But after thinking about it, he understood very well. After all, antiques, even if they are fakes, are sold as genuine. Whether you can recognize the goods and whether you will be cheated depends on your personal ability to distinguish authenticity.
After wandering around for more than half an hour, Zhao Dabao was ready to say goodbye to the stall and find a formal store to take a look.
Right hereIt's tens of thousands, Ruoyun, you have to be careful, don't be deceived. "
"Uh-huh!"
Zhuang Ruoyun nodded and rolled her big eyes, "Brother Dabao, what are you doing here at Sanlong Street? Are you here to buy things too?"
"I?"
Zhao Dabao chuckled, "I'm here to try my luck and see if I can catch something."
"Cousin, do you know how to appraise antiques?" He Jingya's eyes widened, as if she had discovered a new world.
Zhuang Ruoyun also looked over in surprise. According to what she knew from He Jingya, Zhao Dabao had good medical skills and was also very good at fighting.
???????????????????? However, antiquities and treasure appraisal are generally not something that rich people can afford.
Zhao Dabao, a small rural farmer, still understands this?
¡°I can¡¯t say I understand it, but I know a little bit.¡±
Zhao Dabao is very humble. His current knowledge reserve can only be said to be a little knowledge, far from understanding.
"That's it"
Zhuang Ruoyun nodded slightly, thinking that this was not bad, she was probably just getting started.
But the entry-level ones are also very good. It's better than her knowing nothing about He Jingya. At that moment, she smiled and said: "Brother Dabao, then you can come with us and take a look. It can be a reference for me. I really don't know how to appraise antiques." .¡±
He Jingya agreed upon hearing this, "Yes, cousin, come and help Ruoyun palm her eyes."
"OK, no problem!"
Zhao Dabao agreed without hesitation. Since he was just looking casually, it would not affect him if he followed Zhuang Ruoyun and He Jingya around.
Afterwards, he and the two little girls walked to an antique shop called ¡®Jubao Building¡¯.
Before going in, Zhao Dabao wanted to know about Zhuang Ruoyun's wallet and asked: "Ruoyun, what price are you going to buy for your grandpa's birthday gift?"
¡°Well, it doesn¡¯t matter, as long as the things are there, money is not an issue.¡±
Zhuang Ruoyun said this very domineeringly, but then she looked embarrassed, "It's just that I don't have much money, only more than ten million. If it's not enough, I can only ask my brother to give me tens of millions more." Me."
The girl with a round head was still embarrassed because she didn¡¯t have much money, but Zhao Dabao was already looking confused.
What the hell!
So rich!
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