When Du Ruo arrived at the place, he was surprised to find that this place was not remote at all. It was right near the "Ghost Market".
Entering through a fire escape door, I found that it was actually an air-raid shelter, or rather an air-raid shelter built in the 1950s and 1960s.
Its passages are very open and the space is very large.
"The person who brought me here said that this was originally an air-raid shelter built by a large factory in the 1950s and 1960s. It was later gradually improved and is of little use now."
"This place is so hard to find, it's almost like a maze."
Ling Yun was right. The road is full of twists and turns, and anyone who doesn't know the way will definitely get lost if they come in.
Ji Bailin led the two of them down a long flight of stairs. After turning a few corners, the view ahead suddenly became open, and they could see a few people setting up stalls one after another.
Du Ruo was delighted the moment she saw the man. "Wow, isn't this just a ghost market open during the day? She knew the owner of this place. She even managed to snag a painting from him."
As a few people walked forward, Du Ruo realized that what they had just seen was just the periphery.
The further you go in, the more formal the stalls become. Some merchants even run independent antique shops.
There weren't many people coming now, just a few scattered around. A few of them walked into an antique shop, which was filled with things: porcelain, bronzes, pottery, oracle bones, and some other miscellaneous antiques. Du Ruo even looked at a few Chairman Mao badges on the side.
This period spans a very long time, from BC to the modern era, and it is enough to write a history book.
The boss sat behind a large poplar wood desk, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
There are usually no big customers at this time. You have to wait until after five or six o'clock before the real big customers come up. There are many people wandering around at this time.
The people strolling around are also customers. What if they are the ones who catch the big fish? The boss is very dedicated and would rather catch nothing than not cast a net.
"Take a look, everyone. Is there anything that catches your eye? Just tell me what you're looking for. If it's on this street, I've got it."
This tone is quite arrogant. Du Ruo looked at the boss with amusement.
"I want to buy a Ru kiln porcelain as a gift. Do you have any?" She was mainly joking. Unless it was a fake, no one could guarantee that every family had a Ru kiln porcelain.
"Yes, Ru kiln pieces are rare, but we have several in our shop. Would you like to see some?"
Oh, it really exists?
Ling Yun said nonchalantly, "If you have something good, take it out. If not, we can leave. Who has the patience to look at these miscellaneous things?"
The Buddhist beads in the boss's hand paused for a moment, and he looked at Ling Yun with a deadly look. Oh my god, he really didn't pay attention just now. Judging from the accent of this person, is it a big fish?
The boss suddenly stood up from his chair, and his chubby white face smiled like a chrysanthemum.
"Oh, bosses, I'm so blind. Please come this way."
The big boss asked a few people to sit on the sofa next to him. After everyone sat down, the boss personally brought a small tea tray and poured a cup of tea for each of the three people.
"I do have Ru kiln, but from the tone of this woman, it seems she was just teasing me. Could you tell me more? What exactly are you looking for?"
"There's no purpose. I just pay for what I like. It's that simple." Ling Yun leaned back on the sofa, took a sip from the teacup with a smile.
"Please wait a moment, I'll be right back."
The boss left quickly. Du Ruo asked Ji Bailin, "Is this place unusual? The boss is so arrogant, he even mentioned several Ru kiln pieces. What are their backgrounds?"
Ji Bailin spread his hands and said, "I'm not from H City either, sister, what can you ask me? But according to that person, those who can open a shop here have very deep backgrounds."
Ling Yun pointed to a round bronze object in the corner and said, "Do you know what that is? It's a Shang Dynasty animal-faced jar. This kind of thing can only be seen in museums. Look, it's placed in the corner."
Du Ruo stood up in surprise, walked to the side of the vessel, leaned over to look at it for a few seconds, then turned and asked Ling Yun in a low voice: "Are you sure it's not a fake?"
"Look at this kind of thing, I'm good at it." Ling Yun's voice was nonchalant.
"Yes, you can do this."
Ling Yun's expression changed instantly. He pursed his lips tightly and gave Du Ruo a cold look.
Du Ruo touched the tip of her nose. She said the wrong thing and it upset Ling Yun's lungs.
The boss came back quickly, followed by a few young men, carrying a long desk. They tidied up the things on the coffee table and put them directly on the coffee table.
Du Ruo took a look at the table. Wow, this guy is really rich. There are more than twenty kinds of things on the table, and none of them are ordinary items.
Ling Yun and Ji Bailin both became interested and picked up each item to play with. Du Ruo looked at them for a while and became more and more surprised. They were all authentic and not a single one was a fake.
She reached out and picked up a scroll, her pupils shrinking. A few days ago, she followed Li Anze to pick up a piece of Xu Yang's knowledge, and today she actually saw one of his representative works, "Qianlong's Southern Tour".
Seeing Du Ruo staring at the painting, the boss said, "This is the work of Xu Yang, a court painter during the Qianlong period. He is not very famous, but his works are very collectible. I believe that in time, they will surely soar to fame."
Of course, this one, "Qianlong's Southern Tour", is especially famous in later generations.
Several people picked out something each and didn't bargain too much. The boss readily gave them a discount price, and everyone was happy.
After the deal was done, the boss realized that these people had high standards and were not short of money. He hesitated and said, "I have a box of things here that I'm selling on behalf of someone else. Because the transaction amount is too large, I still can't find a suitable buyer.
But the items are all good. If you look at their true value, they're practically dirt cheap. However, I don't have that much liquidity, and they're in urgent need of money, so I have no choice but to part with them. Are any of you bosses interested?"
Several people looked at each other, and Ji Bailin nodded and said, "As long as the product is good, the price is not a problem."
The boss left happily, and soon came back with someone carrying a big box.
As soon as the lid of the box was opened, Du Ruo almost jumped up, not because the things were so priceless, but because she recognized one or two of them. They looked so familiar, she had just seen them.
In order to show off to her daughter the large box of antiques given to her by her father, her biological mother, Ms. Bai Minhua, took Du Ruo to the Chen family and showed it to her.
Why did I see another box today? The stuff is surprisingly similar.
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