Chapter 266

Despite his determination, Zhang Cheng carefully searched around. Gudizhai ghost market is one of the top ghost markets in Kyoto. There are many items in it, such as calligraphy, painting, porcelain, gold, silver, jade, Han tile, Qin brick, song gravel snuff bottles, and even some antiques that have been banned from trading. As for the authenticity of these antiques, it's up to the buyer I can tell!

Zhang Cheng knew that he didn't know much about antiques. He even praised him for his shallow knowledge.

So some things he worries about will happen in the end, that is, he has no way to estimate the value of many antiques, even if he knows the antiques are real, he does not know how much they can sell.

One by one, he went to the stalls and picked them up one by one. He used his own skills to look at them one by one, but found that none of them were real, which made him a little headache.

Because he can't waste all his time on these fakes, the more Zhang Cheng thinks about it, the more anxious he is. So he decided to change his strategy!

Zhang Cheng stood up and searched around to see if there was anyone who seemed to be very good at it. Let alone let him see a reliable person.

This man is the vice president of the cultural relics Association of Kyoto. When they were negotiating on the cooperation of renovating the cultural relics of the Forbidden City, he dealt with this vice president. He can vaguely remember that his name was..

Qu Yabo!

When Zhang Cheng saw Qu Yabo at this time, could he still control his own pace? I saw that he secretly followed the figure of Qu Yabo, and slowly followed him not far behind.

Zhang Cheng wants to adopt the strategy of keeping a close eye on the real products, and then use his real pupil to identify them. In this way, he can greatly save the time of picking them up one by one.

Zhang Cheng thought to himself, "don't waste too much of my time, you old man!

This is also the first time Zhang Cheng has done tracking work. He seems unfamiliar. He looks at Qu Yabo's figure while looking at the rags he left behind, for fear that he might miss something valuable.

Zhang Cheng followed behind Qu Yabo. He picked out a snuff bottle and looked at it for a long time. Then he put it down, went to see a brush wash, and occasionally looked at two paintings.

Disorderly and even irregular selection made Zhang Cheng really a little helpless, but he thought that he was more efficient than he was one by one, so he continued to follow.

You know, this treasure appraisal meeting is a good opportunity for him. If he fails, it's not so easy for him to earn money from others. Moreover, if he fails, Zhang Cheng can't bear the punishment of failure.

So Zhang Cheng can only calm down and continue to follow Qu Yabo.

Soon, Yang Bo noticed that curator Qu picked up a fish basket porcelain in his hands and looked at it for a long time. He seemed to be interested in it.

Zhang Cheng moved in his heart and then walked over. He narrowed his eyes and opened his own skill. He only saw the light coming out from all around the porcelain. The light was especially prominent in the dark, like a dazzling star. The light gradually gathered to the neck of the fish basket. The more the light gathered, the more it became a halo soon!

Zhang Cheng didn't know what the situation was. After all, it was the first time that he really used his own skills to identify the authenticity of things. When he encountered fake goods before, he always looked at the old and dilapidated things, and then he received the idea that it was fake in his mind. This time, Zhang Cheng was still a little confused.

But Zhang Cheng can be sure that the porcelain in front of him must be better than those ragged rubbish. When he thought of this, he was very happy.

However, after the great joy, he was worried. Now Zhang Chengsheng was afraid that Qu Yabo would make a decision directly, so he bought the porcelain.

He stood beside curator qu. Zhang Cheng didn't even dare to turn his head to look at it. He just stared at the jade piece in front of him. Until Yabo kept silent and turned to leave, Zhang Chengfang sighed and turned to pick up the porcelain that had just been left by Qu Yabo.

The shape of the porcelain is a fish basket with light blue glaze. It seems that the glaze of the porcelain is uneven and more like a defective product. However, Zhang Cheng has some insight in following Qin Haimei around the world every day. He can understand that this is a imitation of Jun kiln porcelain of Song Dynasty. He also knows that this thing is old, and he can't see anything else Nai looked at the whole carefully, and there was no other damage. Zhang Chengfang was relieved.

Zhang Cheng looked up at the stall owner, "boss, how can I sell this?"

The stall owner, who was in his twenties and had a beard on his face, opened his mouth and asked Zhang Cheng, "little brother, do you know who I saw this porcelain before you?" There seems to be some pride in the words of the stall owner.

Zhang Cheng shook his head, motioned that he didn't know, and then asked, "who is that?"

The stall owner laughed, "don't you know this little brother? That's Qu Yabo, the vice president of the Kyoto cultural relics association! "Zhang Cheng seemed to be puzzled, "Oh, right? So what does it have to do with me? What I want to ask is how much is this porcelain? "

The stall owner stares at Zhang Cheng and seems to want to see some signs of guilt from his face, but unfortunately he has nothing to gain, so he can only continue to say:

"President Qu has seen that the price of this porcelain is naturally going to rise. The original price is 40000, but now it's worth 80000!"

Zhang Cheng frowned. Although he had expected it, he didn't expect that things were so expensive in this small ghost market. However, Zhang Cheng thought that it was mostly a vain price!

"Fifty dollars!" Zhang Cheng countered that he thought that no matter what the stall owner thought, he would give him the lowest price first, and then see how he operated.

"I said little brother. Your price is too high, isn't it The stall is the main road. Zhang Cheng shook his head, indicating that he was not too much, and then said: "boss, I'm not the first one to come back here. It's not the new decoration of my home. I'll go shopping for two pieces of ornaments and get some antique things to look good. Otherwise, don't say 50 yuan. I don't like five yuan. If you think it's OK, you'll give me a happy price!"

The stall owner didn't know whether he was moved by Zhang Cheng's words. Anyway, he had a little meal, and then opened his mouth and said, "800!"

Zhang Cheng was glad to know that it was a deal. Obviously, the stall owner didn't know the real origin of the porcelain. But Zhang Cheng had a bottom in his heart. He cleared his throat and said, "one hundred yuan, not too much!"

At this time, the stall owner finally couldn't hold his breath. He sighed in a low voice: "small business, you can't make any money at all. Sir, I'm opening for the first time today. I'll give you a buy it now price. Can't I make 500 yuan?"