Chapter 686

Qiao Qingtai said with a smile: "Lao Zhu, your things are really good, but after all, the old man is 90 years old. It's hard to guarantee that some people want to use this platform to fight treasure. I think if you see something more suitable, you'd better change it!"

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "what treasure to fight? The last time when the old man was 80 years old, someone was fighting for treasure. As a result, one of Tang Bohu's works was a fake. He lost face in front of his peers and almost lost face when he went back. Later, the old man said, "it's OK to give gifts in the future, but it's not OK to fight treasure."

"And that kind of thing?" Qiao Qingtai was a little surprised when he heard the speech. Then he quickly asked, "Lao Zhu, who hit the eye at that time?"

Zhu Dafu looked at him with a smile and said, "do you think I can say this?"

Qiao Qingtai smiles. He also knows that it's taboo to ask, so he doesn't ask more.

"Anyway, I have to find a special gift. Otherwise, it's too common. Even if I don't fight treasure, I'll lose my share!"

Zhu Dafu said: "I said old Joe, don't be so deliberate. We are all very old. Why are we still fighting? Just buy something that can represent your heart and give it to the old man."

Qiao Qingtai said with a smile: "don't worry, I won't go to the top of the rope..."

Next, the three people in a stall, pick up their favorite things.

Chaotiangong market can only be regarded as miscellaneous items. Therefore, Qiao Qingtai is the happiest of the three people on Taobao.

Qiao Qingtai seems to be a little anxious when talking and doing things, but he is very patient and careful when dealing with antiques. In fact, this is normal. If he is as anxious as usual when dealing with antiques, he will not have his present position.

Three people pick and choose, visited more than a dozen stalls, but found that they were all ordinary things, which let Qiao Qingtai somewhat disappointed.

Zhu Dafu put down a bamboo penholder, stood up and said, "why don't we go to my friend's shop first?"

"OK..."

Qiao Qingtai nodded and agreed. It's cheap to buy things cheaply at the stall, but the probability of finding good things is much lower than that in the shop. Now is not the time for him to save money.

So Zhu Dafu led them to his friend's shop.

Zhu Dafu's friend, Meng Yixian, is not young. He is also over 50 years old. He mainly likes to collect purple clay pots. However, the items in his shop also sell miscellaneous items.

Among the many shops in Chaotian Palace, Meng Yixian's shop location is relatively poor, but there are not many shops here, only about 30 in total. Therefore, even if the shop location is not good, it is not easy to rent a shop here.

As soon as they got to the middle of the market, they looked at a group of people in front of them from a distance. They became curious and wanted to go over and see what happened.

There was a stall in the crowd. Three of them looked up. To Zhu Dafu's surprise, the one standing in the middle was Meng Yixian, the friend he was looking for.

At this time, Meng Yi was holding a purple clay pot and haggling with the stall owner. The main price of the stall was 4000 yuan, but he refused to let go.

Because they were far away from each other, they didn't know what the value of the teapot was. However, the onlookers were talking and laughing. It seemed that the purple clay teapot was a good thing.

When Chu Chen saw this scene, he thought it was worse. He didn't know that the man inside was Zhu Dafu's friend, but he knew that in this situation, if the man inside really liked the purple clay pot, he would probably agree to the price of the stall owner.

To say, Meng Yixian is also an old man in the field of antiques. He also knows that he can't be anxious now, but as Chu Chen thinks, sometimes people are affected by the surrounding environment.

Just like now, because of the influence of the environment, he is not very calm and can't figure out whether the pot is worth buying. In addition, seeing a group of people shouting around, he thinks that he has found it cheap and is afraid of being robbed, so he is reluctant to let go of the pot.

However, the more this happens, the higher people's interest is. No one will go away to see what the ending is like. Some players are also affected by the atmosphere. They think that the purple clay pot is a good thing. If they want to wait for Meng Yi not to buy it, they will take advantage of it.

Obviously, the atmosphere of the scene brought more pressure to Meng Yixian. In addition, the stall owner was also an old oilman who knew the market of his own things, so it became more difficult to counter-offer.

At this time, Meng Yi wanted to ask a friend very much. He looked around and found that Zhu Dafu and others were standing on the outside. He asked Zhu Dafu for help.

It's hard to deal with this kind of thing in the antique market, because the most taboo thing in the industry of antique is to destroy other people's business. Even if it's selling fake goods, it's easy to cause disputes.

But then again, since his friend asked for it, Zhu Dafu certainly had to help. So he asked for the purple clay pot from Meng Yixian and looked at it carefully.This is a Jinglan purple clay pot. This kind of pot is one of the 18 kinds of pot samples designed by Chen Mansheng, a famous purple clay pot master in Qing Dynasty. Of course, this purple clay pot was not made by Chen Mansheng himself, otherwise Meng Yi would have been so tangled.

However, this pot is also remarkable. It has an atmospheric and steady shape. The pot body is engraved with the inscription "deep in the well, small in the bottle, and few in the style. It's always good to drink". The knife is sharp, the style of writing is elegant and vigorous, and the iron pen and silver hook are scattered in order. From the perspective of modeling and technology, it should be made in the late Qing Dynasty.

But such a purple clay pot, in the current market, is not worth 4000. Zhu Dafu estimates that it is only worth about 3000 at most.

"How is it?" Meng Yi asked first.

"It's OK, it's just a little more expensive." Although Zhu Dafu doesn't make a living here, he still has to abide by the rules of the antique trade. For this reason, he has done his best.

But Meng Yixian didn't know whether he only heard the first half of the sentence or was confused for a moment, so he bought the things according to the price offered by the stall owner.

Seeing this, Zhu Dafu could only smile bitterly to himself, but he had no good way. What's more, Meng Yixian just spent more than 1000 yuan. As long as he bought the right antique, he could make up for it after a period of time. However, there is a limit to the amount of money spent. If you spend a lot of money, it is not appropriate.

Meng Yi, who bought something, was very happy. He took them to his shop and opened the door with the key. Then he asked them to sit down inside and made a cup of tea.

Everyone sat down and Zhu Dafu first introduced them to each other.

Qiao Qingtai is well-known in the field of antiques, and Meng Yixian has heard about it. As for Chu Chen, Meng Yixian, like Qiao Qingtai, has already seen it on TV. Therefore, after Zhu Dafu's introduction, Meng Yixian immediately shows considerable enthusiasm for them.

Zhu Dafu took a sip of tea, and then some of them asked, "I said, Xiao Meng, how did you let me help you see the goods just now? It's not that you only know me among those people just now?"

According to reason, Meng Yixian opened a shop in the market, and he should have known many friends. But just now he went to him directly, which made Zhu Dafu feel curious.

Meng Yixian said with a wry smile, "there are people I know there just now, but they are just ordinary friends. But the most important thing is that I had some disputes with the stall owner before. If it wasn't for that pot that attracted me, I would not buy his things."

You know, Meng Yixian's friends must also be in this antique market. I don't see him. Maybe they will do business with the stall owner in the future. If they are involved in this kind of business, the stall owner may have some opinions on Meng Yixian's friends.

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "Xiaomeng, you are a little unkind. It's not big for us to talk about antiques. In case I have something to ask him to help in the future, what should I do?"

Although one is in the capital and the other is in Jinling, there are limited high-end antiques. Therefore, what Zhu Dafu said is also possible.

Meng Yixian said with a smile: "Lao Zhu, I'm really sorry about this today. If you have any requests, please let me know. If you can help me, I'll help you."

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "I'll talk about it later. Now I'm a little curious. How can you end up with a stall? Who robbed the other party's business?"

Meng Yi sighed and said, "well, I have to blame this..."

Meng Yixian used to be a teacher. Because he loved history, he usually liked to collect some ancient things. Quan was a hobby. In the early 1980s, his relatives who lived in Xiangjiang came back to visit their relatives. When they saw his collection, they immediately became interested and bought it.

At that time, I paid a huge sum of money to my relatives. Meng Yi first saw that antiques actually made so much money. Relying on his professional knowledge, he entered the industry.

Later, with the understanding of antiques, he realized that the things he sold to his relatives were worth at least 100000 yuan, and they were rice yuan. This made him heartbroken and determined to make a name for himself in this field.

If you want to make achievements in the field of antiques, one of the most important conditions is that you have goods. Where do they come from? At that time, Meng Yixian not only went to the countryside to collect the goods himself, but also wanted to buy from the shovels.

When Meng Yixian was in business, he was quite generous. As long as things were right and the price was right, sometimes he would not bargain and buy them directly. Therefore, he was very popular with those shovels.

Like the stall owner just now, he was a senior shovel. Of course, the stall owner was a newcomer not long after he entered the business. He was also one of the spades who liked to do business with Meng Yixian.