"Second brother, I'm downstairs?"
What are you doing downstairs?
"I need to go out for a while."
"Where are you going? With whom?"
Su Ya thought for a moment and said, "You should know him. Ye Shao, Ye Qinchuan."
Su Linxi had heard of Ye Qinchuan's reputation, but not in a good way. Her older brother, Su Linzhe, had already told her about Ye Qinchuan's annulment of the engagement with the Su family.
Therefore, Su Linxi now also feels alienated from Ye Qinchuan.
"You wait downstairs, I'm coming too."
"good."
Su Ya hung up the phone. "My second brother is coming too."
Ye Qinchuan was quite annoyed after hearing this. He had finally gotten a chance to be alone with Su Ya, and now another third wheel had appeared. But thankfully, this third wheel was his future second brother.
Unfortunately, he is still unaware of the deep hostility this third wheel harbors towards him.
"Let's wait a bit then."
After hanging up the phone, Su Linxi rushed downstairs as fast as she could, afraid that if she was even a second too late, her younger sister would leave with Ye Qinchuan.
As I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Ji Zimo.
Just as Ji Zimo was about to say something, he saw Su Linxi drift past him like the wind.
"What are you rushing off to for?"
Unfortunately, all that could reply to him was a wisp of air brought by Su Linxi.
When Su Linxi saw his sister downstairs, she finally felt relieved; thankfully, she hadn't left.
"younger sister."
"Second Brother."
Where are you going?
"Ye Qinchuan said there's an antique market here, I'm going to check it out," Su Ya replied.
Su Linxi immediately accepted the answer.
“Okay, I’d like to go take a look too, and I can buy some things for my grandparents.”
After saying that, she looked at Ye Qinchuan with a provocative expression, her eyes clearly showing hostility.
Ye Qinchuan had no idea why his future brother-in-law harbored such deep hostility towards him.
"Nice to meet you, Young Master Ye. I am Su Ya's second brother, Su Linxi."
Su Linxi suddenly introduced herself.
"Secondly, it's a pleasure to meet you, Young Master Su."
"I'm also interested in taking a look. I'd like to buy some antiques for my family to take back with me. I'm sure Young Master Ye wouldn't mind."
"No, I would be extremely honored."
"Let's go then. We're not familiar with this place either. Could you please lead the way?"
Ye Er had already parked his car in front of the hotel long ago, waiting for Ye Qinchuan and the others to come out.
Get on the bus at the door.
Just as Ye Qinchuan was about to open the back door for Su Ya, he saw Su Linxi quickly step forward and pull the door open for him.
"Little sister, come up here."
Suya then got into the car.
Immediately afterwards, Su Linxi got into the car and sat next to Su Ya.
Ye Qinchuan reluctantly sat in the passenger seat.
Ye Er waited until they were seated, then started the car.
Ye Qinchuan, sitting in the front seat, had a stern face since getting in the car, looking unapproachable. He was a little angry and could tell that Su Linxi had done it on purpose, and he didn't know where the hostility came from.
This southern city is not large, and their destination is a famous antique market here—Panjiawan Antique Market.
There's a saying in the antique world: "Panjiayuan in the north, Panjiawan in the south," which suggests that this area is quite famous.
We arrived in about half an hour.
Because there were so many stalls inside, vehicles weren't allowed. So Suya and the others got out of the car and decided to walk around and look at the stalls.
This place isn't as bustling as Panjiayuan in Beijing. It covers an area of 38,500 square meters, with shops and stalls open year-round, selling cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, the Four Treasures of the Study, porcelain, and wooden furniture. There are more than 2,000 stalls, representing over 30 ethnic groups from all over China.
Tens of thousands of tourists come here every day, hoping to find a genuine antique. However, there aren't many truly old items; most are new goods that have been artificially aged, such as antique-style furniture, ancient books and paintings, agate and jade, ceramics, Chinese and foreign coins, religious items, ethnic costumes, some relics, and erotic paintings. There are also people selling their handicrafts here.
It's not that there aren't any genuine antiques here; there are some found through chance. You might just find something and strike it rich someday, but the odds are extremely low.
This place has a much richer collection than any museum. You can sell anything you can think of, whether you'll actually sell it or not is hard to say, but no one will laugh at you here.
The most famous part of this place is at night, usually starting in the evening and lasting until 5 a.m. the next morning. Legend has it that during a time of national decline, many high-ranking officials and nobles fell into poverty and resorted to stealing antiques from their homes to sell on the streets. Since this was considered beneath their dignity, they could only conduct transactions at 3 or 4 a.m., carrying lanterns so buyers couldn't see their faces. Because they looked like ghosts, they got the name. Therefore, antique dealers know that the "ghost market" yields the best goods.
As dawn broke, the ghost market ended and reopened. Now you could see everyone's expressions clearly. The sellers all had the same motivation: to make money. But the buyers were a different story altogether: some were genuinely focused on finding bargains, some were just checking out the approximate prices of their own treasures, some were just showing off, and some were simply there for the spectacle.
Many people have also made their fortunes here.
For example: someone bought a sword for 15 yuan and sold it for 150,000 yuan; someone bought a plate for 300 yuan, which turned out to be Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain and sold for 370,000 yuan; someone bought a mahjong set for 300 yuan and sold it for 60,000 yuan...
In the eyes of many, the world of antiques is a legend.
Su Ya had known all of this before. She had thought about getting an antique for her grandfather, but, you know, these things aren't something you can just get whenever you want; nine and a half out of ten are probably fake. However, Su Ya had memorized all the information from various parts of China perfectly, thanks to her photographic memory.
The group strolled along, intending to see from the easternmost point to the westernmost point.
Although Ye Qinchuan's family often deals with antiques, they are laymen and don't really understand them. They always ask antique experts to take a look. Su Linxi is even less knowledgeable; the antiques he looks at are mostly from museums abroad.
Suddenly, they saw Su Ya stop in front of a stall. The stall didn't have many items, and the stall was run by an old man over seventy years old. The old man was dressed very simply, in a retro Zhongshan suit, clean and tidy.
The weather in the south was quite hot, and the old man was wearing a straw hat.
Suya pointed to a stone on the stall and asked.
How much is this?
Su Linxi and Ye Qinchuan looked up and saw the stone Su Ya had chosen. The stone was black in color and exceptionally smooth. There was nothing else particularly special about it.
The old man looked and saw that it was a little girl.
So he said, "Fifty thousand, no questions asked."
Before Su Ya could speak, Su Linxi interrupted, "You old geezer, are you robbing me? This is just a broken rock, and you want 50,000 yuan?"
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