Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 156

Thursday, outside Xuanwu Park, at the north entrance.

That's a lot of people.

Li Jiankun felt that the bureau was not well organized and that the place and time were wrong.

In order to achieve maximum productivity, the rest system in the capital has been adjusted. Rest days are rotated according to districts. On Thursday, it happened to be Xuanwu's turn.

In front of us is a second-hand goods street, which is a bit like a ghost market, but it is much more prosperous. I just asked someone to find out, okay, the market only opens on Thursdays.

Everything is sold on the street, including second-hand furniture, daily sundries, bicycle accessories, etc., and many antique stalls are also mixed in.

But when Li Jiankun thought about it, he suddenly realized that this was the best way to hide his identity from others.

"Where are the mountains and rivers?"

The two of them followed the flow of people and moved forward slowly. Wang Shanhe raised his head and walked around on the road signs. When he saw the four characters "Fushou Hutong", his eyes lit up.

"arrive."

At first glance, the condition is unmistakable and in perfect condition.

Hoohoo!

Although he didn't know it, Yuan Datou and Sun Xiaotou still knew about it. It's not false these days. Although it doesn't seem to be valuable in future generations, with rumors of tens of thousands of pieces, they can't resist their own liking.

Didn't you see Li Jiankun carrying a black leather bag? It's bulging.

Just like the mentality of many people in later generations who like to collect old money and foreign currencies and squeeze their wallets.

Go inside the door.

Although the alley is not wide, there are high-walled courtyards on both sides. This is the second ring road, the real center of the capital city.As long as these old-fashioned courtyards can be preserved, each of them will cost hundreds of millions in the future.

Xiao Wang is waiting here to get started. He has just learned the rules and is very interested in trying them out.

The buyer looked at it for a long time and smiled with satisfaction.Then without saying anything, he stretched out his right hand and held it with the seller.

There is a paragraph at the bottom: Ming Dynasty Wanli Year System.

<divclass="contentadv">At this time, an interested buyer held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Others around him, including Xiao Wang, stretched their necks and took a look, without any urging. Not even getting started.

We have a good habit of asking if you don’t understand.

Xiao Wang explained that there are three basic rules in the antiques circle:

First, when making a transaction, as long as something is held by someone else, even if the two parties have not agreed on the price, as long as the thing is still in someone else's hand, no matter how many people around are impatient, they cannot take it.

Inside is a backyard with a unique cave. There are many tables set up along the corners, and there are goods on them!

Or porcelain, or calligraphy and painting, or old coins, or wooden crafts and jade... Even those tables with simple shapes are very likely to be antiques themselves.

Li Jiankun and Xiao Wang have no time to care about other people. They are not considered people in this circle. Their goals are very clear, just for antiques.

I don't know where the prints are going.

On the right side of the courtyard, there is a stone arch, and people come in and out from time to time.

"You take a look first and call me if you like it."

Secondly, even if the antique you get is completely different from what the seller said, you can't say it is fake. At most, it can't be true.

Its composition is horizontal...

Li Jiankun heard it as "Sand River" and thought that Monk Sha was familiar to him, but he didn't understand it at all and was not interested in such things. He looked at the desk and was very interested in a pile of old coins.

Then he led Li Jiankun, separated the crowd, and turned into the alley.

I reached out and rummaged around on the countertop, and there were six or seven of them. I was about to collect them all when my eyes caught a glimpse of a distinctive red color.

Originally he thought it would be at least the mid-80s.

The scene was different from what Li Jiankun imagined. He heard that it was a high-end game, so he unconsciously imagined an auction in his mind. But he thought it was too high-end, and it was actually a stall selling.

Lay people like Li Jiankun prefer calligraphy and painting from the perspective of real money. At this time, Xiao Wang can't even say that he has any attainments.

Xiao Wang couldn't wait to move forward. Next to each "stall", there were several people poking at them. The ones in front of them were obviously sellers, and those with their backs were buyers.

The upper part is a red "rooster" with the words "All the mountains and rivers are red" in the middle; the bottom is the people, led by three people: a worker wearing blue overalls, a woman wearing a pink coat and a white headscarf, Soldiers in full gear.

Dazzling.

Li Jiankun was confused.

Thirdly, when making transactions in public, money was not mentioned. In the early years, long gowns were worn, and both parties made gestures in the sleeves, which was called "counting the universe on the cuffs." Nowadays, it is usually not possible to do so secretly, but the old rules still remain.

Gained knowledge.

Li Jiankun thought to himself that if he came here alone today, he might be kicked out because he didn't understand the rules.

There was a buyer nearby who was buying a cricket gourd. Several people were looking at it. The seller patted his chest and assured that it was an authentic Sanhe Liu.

The entrance is a square courtyard, which is quite large. There are many people poking around the corners, chatting in groups. They are all quite well-educated and speak softly. No one makes a loud noise.

This stamp is all red and has a face value of 8 cents.

Li Jiankun turned his head and looked for it in the pile of stamps next to him.He also had a dark eye on stamp collecting.

Eh?

Is this Yuan Datou?

Xiao Wang stopped in front of a red painted door.

If it were a vertical version, it would be called "The Mountains and Rivers of the Country Are All Red" and it was a reprint. At that time, it was urgently stopped due to errors in the map outline, and the number of copies in existence does not exceed [-].

Twist a blackened silver coin with two fingers, with a big bald head on the front and the words "Three Years of the Republic of China" written on it; on the back, surrounded by branches and leaves on both sides, there are two characters "One Yuan" written in the middle.

My heart skipped a beat, could it be that thing?

Li Jiankun walked behind Xiao Wang, patted him on the shoulder and said.

Yuan Datou, who had just seen Zhong Yi, was immediately abandoned. He quickly picked up a cardboard box sealed with nylon, and the bright red color was inside.

But looking at this stamp, the more he looked at it, the more something seemed wrong...

One piece square polygonal jar.

Then I found a "stall" selling small items.

We are just a novice collector.

Li Jiankun was so excited that he experienced the joy of picking up leaks. Even if he didn't understand some of the ways, some of the information was so explosive that it was recorded in many books and magazines in later generations.

There are so many goods.

The crack in the door was widened.

There seemed to be no one around them who cared about these people. When he found the ones he liked, he took action one by one.

An ancient gate with copper rivets and a pair of lion's heads.

Xiao Wang raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened a crack from the inside, revealing a kind-hearted face.

The quantity left in the world for future generations shall not exceed ten.

If he hadn't witnessed with his own eyes at Di'anmen last time, there were so many antique pioneers chasing big baskets, Li Jiankun would have never known that the capital's antique market had actually begun to take off these days.

Xiao Wang nodded, and the first thing he aimed at was still a piece of porcelain. At present, he had made the most efforts in this area and was the most confident.

"Inside please, inside please."

He wouldn't want the ones that were of low value.

On the desk, there are some ancient coins, old money, jade, silver jewelry, stamps, cricket jars and the like arranged in an orderly manner.

What the hell!

There was no one to greet them after entering. The two of them glanced at the stone arch door and walked in together.

horizontal!

After a while, they separated. The buyer smiled bitterly, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Their eyes were bright.

The value of a single coin in future generations will reach millions!

If it is a horizontal version, it is the previous version and has not been issued at all. The stamp prints were sent to the relevant departments for review - some leaders thought the stamp size was too large and did not approve it.

There are already heads turning.

Well, there is a big market on the street outside, and a small market here.

"Hello, old man, I was introduced by Mr. Jin San of Haidian."

The value of a single coin is as high as tens of millions!

Still priceless.

The jargon name for it is:

A big piece of red.