Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Panjiayuan is the most famous antique trading place in China.

Every year, it attracts countless traders and tourists who come here to hunt for goods and dream of getting rich overnight.

The weather in March is still a bit cold, but people are already coming and going in Panjiayuan.

There were sounds of bargaining and shouting for customers everywhere.

"Don't miss it if you pass by. If you buy a pastel baby vase from the Daoguang period, you'll make a profit!"

Lin Ran passed by a street stall and saw an old man wearing a dirty gray coat, looking at him.

Lin Ran came to his stall, and the stall owner who was originally sitting stood up and gave a detailed introduction to the baby bottles on the stall.

After the antique market developed, Panjiayuan's sellers also kept pace with the times. They no longer just sat in the stalls waiting for customers, but began to solicit customers.

Humans are creatures with strong adaptability. Even if the old players rejected this sales method at first, as new blood continued to flow into the market, they gradually accepted this shouting transaction method.

After the stall owner introduced the baby bottle very attentively, he smiled and said: "Little brother, I can tell you are an expert at a glance. No matter how much I say, why don't you pick it up and take a look for yourself."

If he hadn't been doing business himself, Lin Ran would definitely have felt that he was really a customer and a god, because the stall owner was so skilled at flattering him and always bragging about the extraordinary and unique temperament of his customers.

"No need, your baby's pattern is wrong, it's not Dao Guangnian's style." Lin Ran smiled.

The stall owner frowned, grabbed the vase in his hand, looked at it over and over, and then placed it in front of Lin Ran: "Little brother, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk nonsense. You can go and ask around, my husband Can Min sell fake goods at his stall?”

"Boss, I'm not telling you that this is a fake." Lin Ran waved his hand and said that when buying things in Panjiayuan, he never directly said that the stall owner's goods were defective and that he had to take responsibility.

If it were other stall owners, they might have just grunted and let it go, and would not have continued to struggle with this issue.

But the stall owner in front of him, either because he was stubborn or because he was very confident in his own goods, demanded to continue the confrontation with Lin Ran in person.

"The straight jar has a short neck, a round belly, and no lid. You can see that the inner wall of the jar is covered with white glaze, and there is a pastel baby playing figure on the outer wall as the main body, and the edges are decorated with pastel Ruyi cloud patterns."

"But... there is no white glaze on the bottom. In addition, the seal characters inside are wrong. The direction of the Daoguang Year system of the Qing Dynasty is wrong. At that time, it was written from left to right."

"But this thing of yours is not considered a fake." Lin Ran did not pick up the vase. He still clearly remembered the rules of the antique market. If he accidentally broke it when he picked it up, he would definitely be held responsible. On the head.

Especially when the stall owner knows that the items in his hands are fake.

Even though the stall owner is quite old, his glib tone is not much more than that of some young entrepreneurs who have accepted the new wave of ideas and started their own businesses overseas. But after all, he himself does not have much ink, so what he says is, It gives people an extremely unreliable feeling.

"Nonsense!" The stall owner's face darkened instantly, "This is what the master left behind. It's been hundreds of years. Can I still lie to you?"

Seeing the disappointed expression on the stall owner's face, Lin Ran smiled.

The stall owner was probably not angry because Lin Ran had exposed him, but because he felt that the vase was inherited and turned out to be a fake, which made him completely unconvinced.

Lin Ran said: "I didn't say it was a fake, old gentleman. This thing is indeed genuine, but the words inside are a bit deliberate."

"I don't know if you know about Shengshi Craftsmanship. Shengshi Craftsmanship can completely imitate the same vase."

"But in order to prevent this kind of vase from entering the market and being confused by other people, they often deliberately leave some small flaws."

"Just like the words in this vase, something similar."

Lin Ran looked at the stall owner who seemed to have special admiration for his master, and said smoothly: "I think your master should be a highly respected senior in the antiques circle, and it is impossible for him to cheat on this kind of thing."

"Let me tell you this, this pastel baby vase is an antique, yes, but it is not from the Daoguang period, but from the early Republic of China."

Lin Ran turned the vase upside down and pointed out the worn writing on the bottom to the stall owner.

The stall owner was silent.

He looked at the buyer in front of him suspiciously. He looked like he was in his 20s, but he actually knew so much?

But the stall owner knew that he had met an expert, so he stopped arguing and put away the vase silently. He also did not greet other customers at this time. He obviously planned to wait for Lin Ran to leave before continuing to work.

What confused the stall owner was that Lin Ran didn't leave, but was looking at other things in his stall.

The stall owner said weakly: "Come on, my little brother looks professional. If you see what you like, I'll sell it to you at a price."

He even had a feeling that Lin Ran was deliberately looking for trouble.

But in the antique business, if the other party has a better vision than you, you can only suffer.

The goods sold at the stall were quite miscellaneous, but Lin Ran's instinct told him that there were good things in the stall, so he came over to take a look.

He first picked up a folding fan. Qianlong's name was written on it, but the pattern and craftsmanship were not right, and it had obviously been reshaped.

After putting away the folding fan, Lin Ran's attention stopped on a small jade carving.

His eyes instantly lit up because this jade carving was also in the shape of a snake!

Lin Ran held the jade carving in his hand and looked at it carefully.

I saw that the bottom of the jade was engraved with three strange words "Kangxi Zang", and I couldn't help but frown.

The stall owner's chef is really a fan of the Qing emperor, and his name is marked everywhere.

However, Lin Ran could tell that this piece of jade was not a jade product from the Qing Dynasty. It had a cold feeling when touching it.

And the snake statue is too exaggerated. To use a relatively new term, it looks more like a lizard man than a four-legged snake.

There are strange inscriptions carved on the snake's head.

Sure enough, another product from a buried era appeared on Panjiayuan's stall.

The stall owner had been observing Lin Ran from the side. Lin Ran only glanced at most of the antiques and put them down in a hurry. But he had been observing this jade carving for a long time.

Just as he was about to speak, Lin Ran asked: "How much does this cost?"

The stall owner smiled brightly, his eyes shining brightly.

In fact, when I met Lin Ran just now, I found that although he was dressed simply, he had an absolute sense of confidence.

Such people are rare in the antique market, but all of them are excellent people.