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"Brother, you have good eyesight. I've been spotted by you all of a sudden. I don't make any money. Let's just make friends. What do you think of a million dollars?"

Jiangnan City, inside Antique Street.

When Lin Mo first came here, at a stall near the street, a stall owner in his forties was holding a Tang Sancai and promoting it to the tourists in front of him.

Just when he finished saying this.

The young tourist put down the so-called treasure of the town stall calmly, and stood up slowly after a while.

Immediately afterwards, he said to the stall owner: "Brother...I'm a college student, yes. But I'm not a big idiot. I believe you even said that it was from last week. You asked me for a million? Look, I look like Can you come up with a million people?"

After the tourist finished speaking, the stall owner blushed, but for the sake of business, he still suppressed his embarrassment and said.

"Oh, boy, don't worry, haven't you heard the word counter-offer? On this street, you don't care how much we ask, you just need to bargain."

"Can you make a counter-offer?" The tourist asked uncertainly.

"Can!"

"Forget it, I can't afford it even if I bargain." The tourist thought about it, and finally gave up.

"You didn't even bargain, how do you know if you can afford it or not?" the stall owner was anxious.

"Then let me try?"

"Try, try!" The stall owner nodded.

"One hundred?" The young man pretended to be brave and called out a price he could accept.

After talking about the price, the young man was subconsciously a little scared, he was afraid that the stall owner would become angry and hit him.

Who knew that the stall owner picked up a newspaper without saying a word, quickly wrapped the gadget, and then looked at the tourist with a sad expression on his face and said: "Okay, okay, I just see that this thing is destined for you. Otherwise, if you kill me, I won’t sell it!”

The young tourist was dumbfounded.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Although a hundred dollars is nothing to him, he always feels that he has been a victim.

But the stall owner didn't give him a chance to repent, so he picked up the QR code and pointed it at the tourists.

"Drip, WeChat received 100 yuan!"

A minute later, the transaction was over, and the young tourist was pleased to mention a Yiwu small commodity.

After this scene appeared in the live broadcast room.

Netizens also burst into laughter.

"Young guy, ninety-nine blood loss!"

"I know that the antique industry is relatively deep, but I didn't expect it to be so deep. The asking price is one million, and the transaction is one hundred yuan. It's an exaggeration!"

"To be reasonable, this young guy must be very uncomfortable, because he feels that the price is still a loss."

"This is not nonsense. This thing looks like a fake thing made by a machine. I think it's expensive for 9.9 free shipping."

"No wonder some people say that the antique industry is not open for three years, and it is only three years after opening. That's what it means."

Looking at the comments of netizens, Lin Mo also started to popularize science with all the audience.

"The water of antiques is very deep, you can't grasp it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience immediately went to work.

"What do you say? Do you want Pan Zi to come?"

"Pass the microphone to Pan Zi."

"Yes, you can't grasp the anchor, let Pan Zi come, Pan Zi can grasp it."

"Anchor, do you want to bring the goods too?"

"You don't want black Pan Zi, please? Pan Zi is my lifesaver. Last time I drank Pan Zi's wine when I was drinking with my friends, but I ran into Cha Drunk Driving just as I was going out. I was about to cry, but the traffic police said I didn't drink, woo woo woo, Pan Zi is really a good person, he figured out my fate!"

While the audience was making noise, Lin Mo also opened up a new world for all audiences.

"The so-called antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times."

"The 1950s and 1960s were the golden age of antique hunting, but not the glorious period of the antique market,"

"Because there is a lot of waste in the whole country, and people only care about how to survive, so at this time, anyone with a little vision can easily receive a lot of good things, and it is not uncommon to even receive priceless antiques. It’s just that although the things collected are good, there is no market for them, so this era is not a glorious period.”

"The 1970s and 1980s were a period of decline for antiques, so I won't talk about this specifically."

"The 1990s was the most glorious moment for antiques. Because of the economic development, there were more and more rich people, but most of these rich people stood on the cusp and became rich overnight. If you have money, you want to improve your self-cultivation, temperament, and taste. Under this circumstance, antiques have become the best medium for rich people to improve their taste."

"But as the antique market became more and more popular, some criminals appeared on the market. In order to make huge profits, they began to falsify fakes. At first, they were a small group of people, and later they became gangs and syndicates. .”

"In this way, after decades of development, there are fewer and fewer real things on the market."

"It can be said that things like picking up leaks can only appear in novels, and it is impossible to happen in reality."

"The reason is very simple."

"Most of the antiques are in museums. The remaining antiques on the market have long been taken away by rich people, or by merchants, and kept for appreciation, or waiting for a good seller,"

"Therefore, the antique industry is very deep. The deep place is not that there are too many scammers, but that there are too few genuine products. Even if you do encounter genuine products, you might as well boldly ask the boss. The price offered by the other party will definitely let you Know what astronomical numbers are."

"To put it simply, suppose the actual price of a piece of Wenwan is 500,000, but if you ask, people start asking for a price of 1 million. Even if you let you bargain, it will not be sold if it is less than 800,000."

"So, if you miss these two words, just listen to them, don't believe them!"

Lin Mo's words are not nonsense, but based on reality.

Think about it, if there are really good things on the ordinary stalls, wouldn't any of these antique dealers along the street have eyesight?

Is it possible that an adult family has opened a store here for a lifetime, so it is not as good as an ordinary tourist like you? Is this realistic? This is not realistic?

Follow Lin Mo's words.

Netizens nodded in approval.

Lin Mo also walked to Wenwan Street in the process of science popularization.

I don't know if the stall owners saw that he was a young man and bullied him, but they didn't know what to do. The stall owners on both sides of the side greeted him frantically.

"Little brother, what do you want to buy? I have everything from the Shang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty."

"Young man, do you want to buy bronzes? I have them here."

"Handsome guy, do you want the Yongle Grand Ceremony just received?"

"Hey, hey, buddy, I have something that just came out of the field, would you like it?"

Hearing what these people said, Lin Mo directly chose to ignore it.

Just kidding, the bronze wares, the Yongle Grand Ceremony, and what was just unearthed are all lies.

If they really wanted these things, if they dared to yell like this, they would have been dragged into reincarnation a long time ago.

Ignoring these yells, Lin Mo scanned every booth like a torch.

He was looking, looking for something old that could be spliced.

After about ten minutes, suddenly his eyes locked on a painting.

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