When I arrived at the flea market, it was quite lively.
Various stalls are filled with all kinds of old items.
Zhou Ziwen walked among the crowd, occasionally looking at the things sold on the stalls.
Although his main purpose was to buy a mirror, he would also buy something nice if he came across it.
You might find something good among these second-hand goods.
Some old items may be antiques, and they will be priceless in the future.
However, Zhou Ziwen didn't know much about antiques, so even if he came across something good, he wouldn't be able to find it.
But he is not without other methods, such as Feng Shui. Using Feng Shui, he can feel some special aura, especially those objects that are very old and have stories. Feng Shui can make him feel something.
He also has carpentry skills, which allow him to identify the quality and value of wood. Even in a pile of seemingly ordinary old furniture, he can find the truly valuable materials.
Zhou Ziwen's eyes swept over each stall carefully. He silently practiced Feng Shui in his mind and used his carpentry skills to sense the texture of the wood.
He discovered that although most of the items were covered with traces of time, some of them did have something extraordinary hidden beneath these traces.
In a corner stall, his eyes were drawn to a seemingly ordinary old wooden table.
The surface of the table has been polished smooth, but Zhou Ziwen can still feel a special scent emanating from it.
He walked over, gently stroked the tabletop with his hand, closed his eyes, and used his carpentry skills to feel the grain and texture of the wood.
"Boss, what kind of wood is this table made of?" Zhou Ziwen asked the stall owner.
The stall owner was an old man with a wrinkled face. He glanced at the table Zhou Ziwen pointed at and replied nonchalantly, "I don't know what kind of wood this table is made of, but it's quite old. If you want it, give me ten yuan and take it away."
Zhou Ziwen's heart moved. He was almost certain that the wood of this table was very precious, most likely huanghuali.
These woods are very rare and priceless in modern times, and people do not fully understand the value of these woods, so this table may be underestimated.
He carefully observed the texture and color of the tabletop and found that these characteristics were very similar to those of huanghuali wood.
Huanghuali wood is famous for its beautiful texture, hard texture and corrosion resistance, and is an excellent material for making high-end furniture.
In later generations, the price of Huanghuali wood furniture can reach tens of thousands or even millions of yuan.
Transactions of huanghuali wood are usually settled in the unit of weight "jin", with each jin costing at least ten thousand yuan, and even then it depends on whether the other party wants to sell it.
Zhou Ziwen decided to buy the table.
He knew that even if the table was not made of huanghuali wood, its craftsmanship and age gave it a certain collection value.
He didn't bargain, but just took out ten dollars and handed it to the old man, then bought the table.
After buying the table, he no longer went to the flea market. He could buy the mirror at any time, but he had to move the table back first.
In other words, he was lucky today and recognized the material of this table. If someone else who knew the value of it had come across it, he would probably be in trouble.
Zhou Ziwen carefully moved the old wooden table back home without any delay.
After returning home, Zhou Ziwen found a clean cloth and gently wiped the table. As the dust gradually faded away, the texture and color of the table became clearer.
He observed it carefully, becoming increasingly convinced that it was indeed Huanghuali wood. Its smooth texture, warm touch, and subtle fragrance were all unique characteristics of Huanghuali wood.
"Son, why did you buy this old table?"
Looking at Zhou Ziwen busying himself at an old table, Zhou's mother was a little puzzled.
"Mom, don't underestimate this table. It's a good thing. It might be worth a lot of money in the future." Zhou Ziwen said to his mother with a smile.
In this era, the value of huanghuali wood was relatively not as high as in later generations.
People do not fully understand the value of huanghuali wood, and its market demand is relatively small.
But Huanghuali wood has always been a precious wood with excellent texture and beautiful grain, and it is still a precious thing in the eyes of some people who understand its value.
Zhou Ma looked at the table doubtfully and said, "How can this old table be worth so much money? It looks like an ordinary wooden table to me."
Zhou Ziwen patiently explained: "Mom, this table is probably made of Huanghuali wood, which is a precious wood and very valuable."
After hearing this, Zhou Ma still didn't quite believe it: "Is this true? Don't let anyone fool you."
Zhou Ziwen said confidently: "Mom, don't worry, I won't be wrong. I know a lot about wood."
Seeing Zhou Ziwen's confident look, Zhou's mother began to believe it.
"Since it's so precious, you have to take good care of this table and don't bump into it."
"Don't worry, Mom, I will be careful." Zhou Ziwen nodded with a smile.
Now that he had recognized the material of the table, he didn't plan to move any further.
He felt that it was fine now, not at all noticeable, and in the eyes of outsiders it was just an old table.
Such a good thing must of course be hidden well, the more inconspicuous the better.
He will only take it out openly when the country opens up in the future.
Seeing that it was still early, Zhou Ziwen put the table away and went to the flea market.
Because of the table, he hadn't bought the mirror just now, so he had to buy it this time.
Coming to the flea market again, Zhou Ziwen continued looking for a suitable mirror.
In front of a stall, he found a suitable mirror.
This mirror is also a dressing table, and the mirror is mounted on a mahogany frame.
If you want to buy a mirror, of course you have to buy it together with the dressing table.
"Comrade, how much is this dressing table?" Zhou Ziwen asked.
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. She glanced at Zhou Ziwen and replied, "Young man, do you want this dressing table? It's not expensive, only five dollars."
Zhou Ziwen looked at the dressing table carefully and found that it was well preserved and the mirror was clear, but the dressing table itself did not look very good.
But he had no use for the dressing table, he only wanted the mirror on it.
"How about three dollars? Your dressing table is so old. I want to take it back and refurbish it." Zhou Ziwen tried to bargain. He knew that in the flea market, stall owners usually leave some room for bargaining.
The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether Zhou Ziwen's offer was appropriate.
Zhou Ziwen did not urge her and waited patiently for her response.
"Three dollars and fifty cents. I'll sell it to you if you give me three dollars and fifty cents." The middle-aged woman thought for a while and began to bargain.
"Okay, three dollars and fifty cents, right? I'll take it." Zhou Ziwen said, taking out the money and handing it over.
When the middle-aged woman saw that Zhou Ziwen was so straightforward, she felt a little regretful and thought that the price she quoted was too low.
Meanwhile, Zhou Ziwen was already carrying his dressing table and rushing home. (End of this chapter)
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