Hongqiao Antique Market.
It is currently the largest antique market in Beijing, mainly dealing in cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, four treasures of the study, porcelain and wooden furniture.
It was first built in 1979. It was located in Chongwen Street in the early days of reform and opening up, and later gathered on the east side of the Temple of Heaven, echoing the Temple of Heaven Park in the distance.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Zhexuan and Wang Yalin rode their 28-bar bicycles with Li Peizhen and Huang Wanhua respectively and set off towards their destination.
It is about 8 kilometers from the Guobintai Diaoyutai Hotel to the Hongqiao Antique Market. It took less than an hour to reach the destination and park the bicycle in the parking area.
The four of them walked into Hongqiao Antique Street. Everywhere they looked, they saw stalls of all sizes selling all kinds of antiques, both real and fake. Some sold exquisite porcelain, some sold precious jade...
There were also some groups of foreigners walking around the scene, bargaining with the stall owners in their broken Chinese. As for who made a profit and who lost money in the end, only the parties involved knew.
There has been a rule in the antique market for thousands of years: picking up bargains is mutual. You want to pick up a bargain from the seller and make a fortune, but the seller is not a fool and also wants to make a fortune from you.
What is being tested at this time is which party has more experience and knowledge and a more unique vision. Once the purchase is made, there is no room for objection.
"Sir! Miss! What do you want? The things here are all family heirlooms. This blue and white flat vase with twined lotus patterns and double animal ears is the most expensive one I have here. It's only 2,000..."
The stall owner was a middle-aged man wearing a black cotton jacket and cotton trousers and a pair of framed glasses. He enthusiastically introduced the products in front of his stall.
It would be a shame if that eloquent pair of hands didn't go into crosstalk. He could even make the dead seem alive, and he could praise a bunch of things on the earth to the sky, as if they were from the Qin Shi Huang period.
"This hairpin is very beautiful. How much is it?" Li Peizhen picked out a hairpin with silver patterns and couldn't wait to put it in her hair. The plum blossom on it was very beautiful.
"Miss! This hairpin is a silver hairpin from the Qing Dynasty that was worn by a princess in the Qing Dynasty. It is worth a lot of money. You have a really good taste...", the stall owner immediately started to flatter her, staring at the smiling girl in front of him, ready to make a killing.
"Stop praising me, just tell me how much it costs?" Although Mo Zhexuan had no experience in the antique business, he still had some vision. He felt the silver hairpin and found that it was dark in color and made a crisp sound when tapped lightly. It was obviously a fake silver imitation handicraft.
"One thousand RMB." The stall owner was also a knowledgeable man. He could tell from the way the two men were dressed that they were truly wealthy people. Finally, he gritted his teeth and spoke loudly.
"I'll give it back to you!" Although Mo Zhexuan was rich, his money didn't come from the wind. Without saying a word, he took the silver hairpin from Li Peizhen's head and put it on the stall, then prepared to leave.
"Sir! If the price is not suitable, you can bargain, but don't leave!" The stall owner's face changed drastically and he hurried to stop him. He had finally caught a big fat sheep, how could he let the other party slip away.
"20 RMB!" Mo Zhexuan casually made a price.
"Please add some more." The stall owner knew that the other party was not easy to fool, so he pretended to be embarrassed.
"Don't think I don't know that this is fake silver. You made a lot of money with 20 yuan, but you still look so sad." Mo Zhexuan ruthlessly exposed the other party's acting skills.
"Okay, deal." The stall owner nodded, overjoyed. The cost price of this silver hairpin actually did not exceed 1 yuan, and now it has increased twenty times, so he was naturally very happy.
After taking out 100 yuan from their pockets to pay, the four of them started strolling around. They bought everything that Li Peizhen liked, and also bought a few products for Li Wanhua. As for Wang Yalin, he had no interest in these things at all.
Mo Zhexuan himself didn't come across any items he liked, so he didn't make a purchase rashly. He had money, but he was mainly afraid of making a mistake.
As I was walking, I suddenly saw a piece of blue and white porcelain on a stall in a corner. My attention was instantly attracted to it. I looked at it carefully for a moment and then walked over quickly.
After holding it in my palm and observing it carefully, I finally recognized why it felt so familiar. This was because this piece of blue and white porcelain was exactly the same as the collection at the Sotheby's auction in later generations. It was called Blue and White Flat Bottle with Entwined Lotus Pattern and Double Animal Ears, and it was sold at the auction price of more than 60 million Hong Kong dollars.
Mo Zhexuan didn't know whether this thing was real or not, because he had never touched it in his previous life, but he still pretended to carefully touch the lines on a piece of porcelain, and found that the lines were smooth and graceful, and the temperament was noble and dignified. He believed it a little, and found that the style was printed with the mark of Yongzheng period of Qing Dynasty, and he believed it even more.
"Boss! How much is this porcelain?"
"This is a piece of blue and white porcelain handed down from my family's ancestors. It's from the imperial kiln during the Yongzheng reign of the Qing Dynasty. I don't want much. You can take it away for 1,000 RMB."
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman with deep wrinkles on her weather-beaten face and a pair of rough big hands. It was obvious that she did too much farm work.
"Okay! 1,000 is 1,000. I won't bargain with you."
Mo Zhexuan thought about it and didn't argue with her. He was still very confident in his eyes. There was only one piece of porcelain on the other party's stall, and it was obvious that the person was an honest farmer.
He took out a thick stack of RMB from his purse, pulled out ten bills and handed them over. These were the bills he had exchanged at the bank when he bought the pager.
"Let me count them carefully." The peasant woman looked delighted. She spat on her hand and started counting them one by one.
"There's an Agricultural Bank not far ahead. How about you just deposit the money there?" Mo Zhexuan looked at her counting the money and was afraid that she wouldn't be able to finish counting until tomorrow, so he quickly made a suggestion.
"Yes!" the peasant woman nodded.
Several people came to the Agricultural Bank of China, and after the staff counted the money, it took no more than two minutes to complete the transaction.
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