Zhengyangmen: I refuse to be a bootlicker, Su Meng panicked

It was obvious that this was Tang Qingshan's first time attending this kind of ghost market. He was a little nervous, but also had an irrepressible anticipation.

After entering the cypress field and turning a corner, the two discovered that there were two people sitting at the entrance.

He was about forty or fifty years old, sitting silently at the entrance. When he saw the two people coming, he looked at them expressionlessly, and one of them shouted a few words in the ghost market jargon.

This is to confirm whether they are really heading for the ghost market.

Tang Qingshan had already asked the guide about this and immediately answered in code.

The two nodded, moved the chairs away, and made way for the entrance. They hurried inside.

Once you enter the entrance, you'll see a completely different scene.

The streets inside were filled with people setting up stalls, and the stalls were also filled with people looking at the items to buy.

These buyers spoke with accents from all over the country and were obviously from all over the place.

This scene, clearly a bustling market, does not look like a "ghost street"!

Both of them couldn't help but be amazed.

If I hadn't come here in person, who would have thought that such a lively scene would occur in such a place full of spiritual atmosphere.

"Chunming!" Tang Qingshan looked at Han Chunming excitedly.

Han Chunming understood what he meant. He was preparing to make a big move and wanted him to help judge it.

Han Chunming nodded!

The items in the ghost market are notoriously mixed, with nine out of ten being fake and only one being real.

Whether you find a bargain or make a mistake, it all depends on your eyesight.

In addition, there are many hidden rules in this business. Don't be fooled by those stalls, they don't look very good.

But those who can set up stalls in the ghost market are definitely not good people! Seeing Han Chunming nod, Tang Qingshan showed joy.

The two of them started watching from the nearest stall.

Although they are all antiques and collectibles, the items in each stall are very different.

After upgrading his god-level identification skills, Han Chunming no longer needed to use his hands. He could tell the authenticity and quality of an object just by looking at it from a distance.

It’s true, there are a lot of items in the first few stalls, but I guess there are also a lot of people visiting, so they have been bought several times.

Han Chunming looked around and saw few items that were presentable. Of the few that were presentable, others were already examining them.

There were many people standing by, eagerly watching, waiting for the person who had taken the initiative to put it down.

According to the rules of this industry, as long as someone else is handling something and looking at it, the person behind him cannot rashly insert himself.

You have to wait until that person puts down the things before you can talk to the next person.

So seeing this situation, Han Chunming shook his head at Tang Qingshan, and the two looked towards the stalls at the back.

As we got further in, the crowds naturally thinned out, and the things we saw became increasingly bizarre.

Tang Qingshan first took a fancy to a plate, which was in the style of the official kiln of the early Ming Dynasty and still had some soil on it.

He looked at Han Chunming hopefully. Han Chunming glanced at him and blinked.

This is obviously a fake that has been aged, but the aging technique is much more sophisticated than those outside, so it directly deceived Tang Qingshan.

Tang Qingshan sighed and was about to leave. Han Chunming suddenly raised his eyebrows and stopped.

Tang Qingshan saw Han Chunming stop.

I knew he must have taken a fancy to something. My heart started pounding.

He had been dealing with Han Chunming for such a long time and knew that Han Chunming had never made any mistakes in all this time.

And everything he likes is a treasure!

After hearing about the experience of collecting antiques so many times, the two of them already had a tacit understanding.

At that moment, Tang Qingshan suppressed his inner excitement, turned around, and returned to the stall again, picking up the plate he had been looking at before and began to look at it.

The stall owner is a man in his forties, with a face that perfectly embodies the four words "sharp-nosed and monkey-cheeked".

There is a goatee on his chin and round eyes.

He is the typical image of a profiteer.

However, generally speaking, this kind of person is not only good at talking, but also very smart.

It is quite difficult to take advantage of such people.

Tang Qingshan tried his best to show his acting skills, holding the plate, looking at it so fondly... that he couldn't let it go!

"This gentleman!"

Seeing this, the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced stall owner smiled apologetically and said, "You have good taste. This plate of mine is a real top-notch product!"

If it were a street vendor, they would just tell him the name of the plate, such as "My plate is made in XX year XX".

But he didn't specify what the goods were, only giving a vague description. This was a common tactic used in the ghost market. The purpose was to test Tang Qingshan's eyesight.

If Tang Qingshan could take over and say the name of the plate, he would then use the corresponding words.

And if you can't connect the dots, you'll naturally use another line of speech.

Although it was Tang Qingshan's first time to the ghost market, he knew that this was a trick.

He didn't respond to the stall owner's words at the moment, but couldn't suppress his inner joy and looked at Han Chunming.

Han Chunming squatted down carelessly.

She took the plate from Tang Qingshan's hand deliberately and casually, then pouted and looked at it carelessly.

When Tang Qingshan saw his expression, he knew that Han Chunming was going to pretend to be a rich young buyer of antiques who was completely different from others.

Then he himself is naturally the expert who helps the rich young man to identify the items.

This is the tacit understanding the two of them have developed over a long period of time when they went out to collect treasures.

As expected, when the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced stall owner saw this situation, he mistook Han Chunming for a fat sheep buyer.

He laughed at Han Chunming.

"Blue and white...porcelain plate?" Han Chunming raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Qingshan inquiringly.

He spoke Mandarin with a Hong Kong accent.

And this one too!

Tang Qingshan was secretly amazed. Since the opening up of Hong Kong, many people from Hong Kong have come to the mainland to collect treasures.

Most of these Hong Kong people don't know much about antiques and collectibles, so it's a common tactic for them to invite appraisers from the mainland.

Moreover, in this era, Hong Kong's economy is far more developed than that of the mainland. Hong Kong buyers are synonymous with wealthy people.

What Han Chunming said was equivalent to telling the stall owner that he was a fat sheep.

Sure enough, after hearing Han Chunming's accent, the stall owner's smile became even more intense.

Seeing this, Tang Qingshan came over and whispered in Han Chunming's ear: "Ming Dynasty, Xuande period!"

"Really?" Han Chunming replied cautiously.

"Nine...ninety percent!" said Tang Qingshan.

The two of them pretended to be whispering, but they deliberately made it so that the stall owner could vaguely hear them.

Sure enough, after listening to the conversation between the two, the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced guy pretended not to hear it.

The index fingers of those two pairs of hands couldn't help but dance excitedly.

At this time, Han Chunming seemed a little unconvinced. He handed the plate to the stall owner and suddenly asked, "Is this really a blue and white porcelain plate from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty?"

The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced stall owner almost laughed out loud when he saw this! Fat sheep!

Absolutely a fat sheep! He immediately patted his chest and said, "Boss, you have good eyesight!"

"Look at the glaze, the body, and the clay. These are all characteristics of old objects. This is a genuine Ming Xuande blue and white porcelain plate!"

"Oh!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Han Chunming actually put the porcelain plate on the ground and muttered, "It's the real thing, then I won't buy it!"

"What?"

This sudden turn of events caught the stall owner off guard, and even Tang Qingshan was caught off guard, unable to keep up with Han Chunming's pace.

The two of them stared at Han Chunming in shock.

After a moment's silence, Tang Qingshan reacted quickly and asked in confusion, "Master Han, if you don't want the real thing, are you going to buy a fake?"

"Ah! Yes!"

Han Chunming sighed helplessly, his face showing embarrassment as he said, "I accidentally lost a lot some time ago! The old man's birthday is coming up again, so I have to give him a gift! I don't have the money to buy the real thing, so I might as well buy a fake to make up the difference!"

"Uh!" Tang Qingshan was stunned. This turned out to be the plot.

"you……"

When the pointed-faced stall owner heard this, the remaining smile on his face disappeared.

After all this time, he is just a fat sheep that has lost everything!

He couldn't help but curl his lips and said, "Boss, if you want to buy a fake, why bother coming here? You can just find a random store!"

"That's not going to work!" Han Chunming countered, "The old man has quite a good eye. He can tell the authenticity of those goods at a glance!"

"Only in this ghost market can many counterfeit goods be mistaken for the real thing!"

The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced stall owner was speechless. This statement was really reasonable and well-founded.

However, this is the first time I have seen someone deliberately come to the ghost market to buy counterfeit goods.

It's really weird! He sighed inwardly at his bad luck, and his face turned cold.

He raised his eyes, as if to look at it casually.

Han Chunming turned around and called to Tang Qingshan, "Old Tang! Find me a fake that looks more like it!"

"This..." Tang Qingshan deliberately looked embarrassed.

I had already roughly guessed Han Chunming's strategy in my heart. I looked at the items on the stall thoughtfully, wondering which treasure Han Chunming had taken a fancy to.

"Ugh!"

Seeing that Tang Qingshan had been staring at it for a long time without saying anything, Han Chunming pretended to be impatient and pointed to the stall owner, saying casually, "I think this double dragon bottle is pretty good! It looks pretty similar! The old man also likes dragons! This is the one!"

Tang Qingshan looked over and saw a piece of powder-green glaze porcelain about half a meter high, with two long dragon handles winding up on the left and right sides of the neck.

Tang Qingshan was not confused by this, as he knew that this was a classic Tang Dynasty style porcelain called the Double Dragon Pankou Zun.

It is recorded in many ancient books and has been unearthed in modern times, but they are all fragments.

After all, objects are large and complex in structure, making preservation difficult. However, this one is not only complete in shape, but also has a perfect glaze.

Even Tang Qingshan knew this was a replica from later generations.

But why did Han Chunming take a fancy to this imitation? Tang Qingshan was puzzled and looked confused.

And this scene seemed quite real to the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced stall owner.

However, he immediately put it away and said with a curled lip, "Boss, stop joking. This is a genuine Tang Dynasty glazed double dragon flat-mouthed vase. It's not a replica!"

"Stop it!"