My childhood by the Yellow River did not last much time, so I followed my father back to the city. My grandma's story gradually became blurred and completely forgotten in my memory as my new life unfolded. My life became as typical as many protagonists in it.

After going through many careers as an adult, I finally became an ordinary antique businessman in Shanghai. I bought and identified antiques for some private entrepreneurs to make a living by making a dull but still very comfortable.

The job I studied and assigned in college was power engineering, that is, designing the state grid and power stations, and has nothing to do with the current career. The reason I entered the so-called off-the-spot transaction of antiques was because of my ex-wife.

My ex-wife is a Tibetan and Chinese mixed-race. My father-in-law is a Tibetan wife. I received two types of education since I was a child. I have very good language talents. When I became an adult, she worked as a Tibetan translation in a state organ. My father-in-law is doing antique business. I have a good set of antiques. I flattered him all day long and gradually became interested in these things.

Once a person comes into contact with antiques, it is difficult for him not to be attracted by the high value, high risk and high returns inside them. So I started some small business about antiques in my spare time.

However, the sky is not in line with people. In the second year of our marriage, my ex-wife separated from the China-Mongolia border with a leadership team for three years. I waited for her for three years, but she didn't come back. I heard that she was having sex with her leader. The next year, I sent me a divorce notice and there was no news again.

Later, the unit was reorganized and I was kicked down to the grassroots level due to emotional problems.

I thought it was all my apprentices there. I would go down to care if I could live a comfortable life. I simply went into the sea. At that time, the business was not easy and I lost a lot of business. In the end, I just started to do it better than to do it. I just started to do it and then entered the antique industry.

The skill of looking at antiques is my ancestors. My father-in-law taught me a little, barely enough. Before liberation, my family was a famous Shanxi merchant who started a business. However, during the "Great Revolution", several of my elders were beaten up very badly. My old man was discouraged and didn't want me to do this again, so he sent me to college. But in the end I still couldn't escape this fate.

So sometimes fate really has to respect him.

The whole thing started at the Taiyuan Nangong Antique Market in July 1997.

At that time, Nangong had already had a large scale and a crowd of people. There were hundreds of stalls with dazzling array of porcelain, bronze and wooden ware that filled the field of vision.

The weather was so hot that it was suffocating. I was crowded around the crowd alone and felt unhappy.

At that time, I had been in Shanxi for more than a month, and I was shopping in Nangong every day. I didn’t know why things were so unhappy. I didn’t even see an antique lover who looked at it and bargained at the pile of fakes. I was upset.

The business I do is called antique plates, plates, plates, and plates are open in Shanghai. I stay in Shanxi for two months every year. Sometimes I go down to the countryside to collect antiques. Sometimes I tinker in this market and rely on my own eyes to make a living.

Shanxi is a place where Chinese culture gathers underground cultural relics. View the ground cultural relics in Shaanxi. Shanxi. The boss who opened a money shop in Shanxi. The wealth of antiques gathered from all over the country. Shanxi became the center of antique trading. After ten years of catastrophe, most antiques were lost among the people. Therefore, many people from all over the country came to Shanxi to Taobao.

The so-called antique plate refers to the difference in selling antiques between the two places and earning the price difference. Theoretically, antiques themselves have no practical value. The value of their value is reflected by the buyer's own preferences, so our profession is profitable. The prices of antiques in Shanxi and Shanghai may be more than ten times different.

That time I came here mainly to pick some bronzes for a Shanghai customer. In recent years, the trend of collecting bronzes has been very popular, which means rushing to traditional porcelain. But after a few trips, I basically didn’t see anything that might be real, and even fakes that I could see. Later, I squeezed into a few stall owners who had done business before, handed over a few cigarettes and chatted for a while before I knew what was going on. It turned out that the area in Changsha was cracking down on tomb robbers for almost a month. The ground rats could not transport them out with good things. The source of goods was lost. How many people could they rely on the people to collect? Naturally, it was a depressing place.

I thought about it and felt a little despair in my heart. I am afraid that the market will not recover in a short time. This time, I may have to go back to Shanghai empty-handed.

Poor, I have a lot of money in this business and I just beat it like this. I am really discouraged. I am still a little famous and it will be difficult for me to plate my plate in the future.

I didn't really look at anything seriously when I was in the market. Before I knew it, the sun had already walked west for another thirty minutes. Even if there were good things, I didn't dare to look at them. Because the evening was the worst time when I had the worst eyesight, there were too many fakes. The fake bronzes were extremely realistic and could be "shot" with a slight negligence.

I felt in my heart that it seemed like a waste of one day today. This is really annoying. The more I think about it, the more depressed I couldn't stand it. I lit a cigarette and cursed to myself and walked towards the guesthouse.

If I decided to take a few more glances or sit where to rest, the following things might have nothing to do with me, but fate is like this, it should be what I meet.

The guesthouse I stayed at was just around Nangong, which looked like it was about 100 meters away. It was a kind of people who were unlicensed to be gathered, but the price was cheap and could withstand life.

Although the room is only more than five square meters, I live alone and have an independent bathroom and bathing and toilets without having to queue up. This is already the level of the presidential suite in this guesthouse. At this time, I was sweating and missed the independent bathroom that both of them could not squeeze into.

After walking a few steps, suddenly a man poked me with his fingers from behind. I thought it was a thief who covered his pocket and turned around. He saw that it was a dry little old man about fifty or sixty years old, wearing a rustic blue work clothes, covering his bag in his hand, looking at me with a miserable look.

I didn't look like a city man, was he asking me for directions? I looked at me and asked strangely, "What are you doing?"

The old man looked around sneakily and said to me softly: "Climb your teeth and lift your child and wait for a blow?"

When I heard that I was thinking about the table stool, I was waiting to hit you before I was beaten, and said, "I don't want the table stool, either."

The old man was stunned for a moment and didn't seem to understand my words and said, "Climb my teeth and lift my baby and wait and beat me?"

I was in a bad mood and a little angry at this time, and said to him: "I won't wait to hit you. If I wait to hit you, I will find someone to kick you and you won't have to wait!"

The old man scratched his head and gave me the expression that he was scared and looked at me for a few glances and walked away slowly.

"I'm sick" I cursed in my heart and continued to walk to the guesthouse to the Nangong gate. I turned around and saw that the old man had not followed him and didn't know where he had gone.

I felt puzzled in my heart what he said was not a dialect of Shanxi, nor did he look like a neighboring province. What did he do? Could it be a beggar?

If it is a beggar, this old man is also a smart person who has found a baby. He is in a good mood and will naturally give him a gift when he meets a beggar. This old man is not lucky and is in a bad mood when he meets me.

I returned to the room I often booked in the guesthouse and took a shower and took a sweat. Then I went to the restaurant below to have dinner. The owner of the restaurant was my fellow villager, named Mr. Li, and was named Mr. Li. Because he was the young master of this store, we all called him Mr.

I have always come to Taiyuan to eat here. This person is very interested in antiques. Every time I come over, he will talk to me about antiques and occasionally take out some so-called treasures for me to see. So as soon as I sit down, I walk to me with two bottles of beer on both legs and walk to me, I know that this guy is coming again.

When I looked up, I saw that it was really that he was chewing peanuts, two bottles of beer, one hand, one hand, one plate of honey* juice, barbecue duck, and asked, "How did you get what you guys have today?"

I took the beer and sighed and said, "What are you going to get? I didn't make such a fuss anymore. My plate will have to close sooner or later. Then we will set up a street stall here to sell Xibei goods.

The young master smiled and said, "That was what you found by yourself. You miss you. The Shanghai customer is not a keen eye. You can pay a high-quality imitation that costs 18 yuan or find a few pieces of residual products to go to Xicheng to find a few masters who have a new look and a big look. Why not be able to get along with yourself? I don't believe that your Shanghai customer has such a good eye."

I shook my head and smiled without answering the young master's method. Everyone wants to get it. But the antique plate industry is not like a street stall. One kills one hundred. One hundred. If you are in this industry, you will have to worry. Otherwise, who will get the goods from you? If you cheat once and you will be deceived, you will always have a chance to be seen through in the future. At that time, you will not be able to gain a foothold in this industry.

The young master saw that I didn't say anything and knew that I didn't agree with his opinion: "Hey, don't laugh at me for being so honest. Look, the world is closed early and the door is closed late. You might as well make a fortune before closing. It's better to starve to death. Now it's difficult to walk on the plate now. You don't know how many people you met earlier and changed your career early."

I can almost hear the argument of the young master almost every day. At this time, he waved his hand and said, "Don't tell me, you are not a person in this industry. What do you think I have my own principles when doing things."

The young master laughed and said, "Principle? People who make antiques still have principles. I'm so sorry that you can't help but be poor."

The young master ridicule me. It is normal for me to say that antiques in troubled times, gold and prosperity times are all antiques these days, even if they are the worst, they are still a household of ten thousand yuan. But I am just wearing a suit and not having more than half a tael of money on my body. This situation is indeed related to my principles. No one in Shanxi who sets up street stalls is stupid. As long as it is good, it is not cheap. I don’t sell fakes. I occasionally slap people and cheat people. I won’t keep me.

When I talk about the misery in my heart, I remembered the business of the bronze ware and couldn't help but sigh.

As he was talking, a man suddenly came in from the door and saw the guest, he naturally wanted to greet him and immediately stood up and asked, "What should you eat, boss?"

I turned around and saw that the person who came in was no other person. I just met the old man, who was still holding a broken bag, and I heard the young master ask him to call a bowl of noodles in Mandarin with a heavy accent. I didn't seem to notice that I found a seat to sit down.

When the young master saw that it was a small business, he stopped greeting him. He went into the kitchen and ordered the chef to cook things and then walked out to continue chatting with me. I lowered my voice and pointed to the person next to me with the head of the chopsticks and asked, "Can you hear where this person is from?"

"Shanxi, Shanxi accent" the young master also lowered his voice: "You have been in Shanxi for a lot of time and have no ears at all?"

I turned my head slightly and looked at the old man who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking about. I thought to myself that the words he said to me just now were Shanxi dialect, not. Although I often do not have to understand Shanxi dialect, so wait and wait and beat? Could it be Xinming's Shanxi local language?

The young master photographed me and asked, "What are you doing? I'm crazy about antiques, but even the old man likes it?"

When I heard this, I turned my head and said, "What nonsense? I think something is strange..." As I said that, I suddenly thought that the young master was also in Shanxi accent and immediately asked, "Oh, you are a native of Shanxi, right? I ask you what does waiting for a fight in Shanxi dialect mean?"

"Wait and wait for the fight?" The young master frowned and his face changed, "Where did you hear this?"

"What is this?" I asked, and I felt strange when he looked at his expression.

The young master lowered his voice: "This is Nan Chuizi's rude words. I used to hear a few old men in the hotel saying a few words. I couldn't understand and asked me that my uncle was told to me."

I said my heart was shocked and turned to look at the old man and thought to myself, could this old man who was not good-looking actually be a Nan Crawler?

Nancézi is the name of tomb robbers by people from outside Shanxi. I have also heard from my family that Nancézi is very mysterious. There are many ancient tombs in Shanxi, and large tombs in Shanxi are prone to rice dumplings. The world is raising corpses and returning to the "two wests" is the first, Shaanxi, and Shanxi's second, Shanxi's way of living in Shanxi is much better than the way to travel to the earthly fairy and mountain ghosts in other places.

Generally, the legend is more popular. There are two people who are together, one old and one young, wearing a coat and a felt hat. Some even set up a stall to tell fortunes. Feng Shui masters. They usually do not go to the ground to dig holes and rob tombs in person. The method they use to make a living is called "eye recognition", which means to set up other tomb robbers. They have special means to make the mountains and rivers. Know where the market is the best. When you walk fifteen yuan acres of oceans, you will see it and use a little fan and you will never leave empty.

Only in some special situations, such as the bad world or when they encounter a very high-standard ancient tomb, they will go down to the ground in person, saying that the pot is stolen, and the pot is stolen, and it cannot be supported, and it is empty.

Nancézi is very particular about rules and never gets to be married. Everyone usually takes their uncle and nephew to rob the tomb. When the uncle takes his nephew to rob the tomb, he must wash his hands and point 9 inches long before entering the tomb. Before the incense is destroyed, people must come out. They do not speak human words when they are alive. They have their own set of code words. This set of words is not something that people in the industry cannot understand. It is said that if you learn this language, you must enter Nancézi. Even if someone teaches you, you will not have the feeling of being a poet from the Tibetan God.

I asked the young master: "Then wait and wait and hit? What does it mean? Do you know?"

The young master shook his head: "How could I know that I am not Nan Chuizi... Why is this old man..."

I nodded and told him about what happened to him just now at the gate of Nangong. When the young master heard this, his eyes lit up: "I said, Lao Xu, you are lucky, you may have hope for your bronze ware."

When I heard this, I wondered, "Why do you say that?"

"Nan Chuizi must have good things on his body when he entered the city. Nan Chuizi's things cannot be seen. They only look for business that knows the rules to do business. He just said that to you and turned around in front of the Nangong Gate. Maybe something was going to take action." The young master narrowed his eyes and looked at the broken bag that the old man covered and said, "Look, that little broken bag is full of energy. Yes, your business is here."

I half believe it and half doubt that there is no such a good thing about this. I haven’t seen any scammer in our industry. Last time I met an honest bajiao farmer in Henan. I was so honest that I could be a little stupid. He said that he raked a bowl out of the mud for twenty yuan and wanted to sell it. I took that bowl and took a look. He looked at it and saw it. The fucking one was high imitation porcelain. Later, I searched him for the smell of the valley. The farmer brother actually had a ticket stub for the Shanghai World Dance Hall in his pocket.

All the scammers in the antique industry are honest and honest because antiques have a very rich and always hope that they can pick up treasures that others neglect. The honest and honest look is easy for people to relax and alert.

Seeing the young master like that, if it weren't for the wine and meat relationship with him for several years, I would have thought that he would have colluded with the old man to play a double act with me.

While I was still suspected that the young master had someone brought a bottle of Daqu wine to me and said, "Nan Chuizi took this three meals a day, don't say that young master, I'm not righteous, you will be rich in the future and go to see each other soon! Don't let others get blocked."

I whispered to the young master: "Forget it, there are too many scammers these days. We should be poor or poor if we mess with such people."

The young master turned his head and smiled: "You are the courage to kill people, but you are the only one who is killed by others." As he said that, he took away my beer and stuffed it to me. "Your eyesight is within ten, what are you afraid of?"

When I thought about it, it would be fine if it was a liar. If it weren't for it, then it would be possible for God to give me a chance. If it was heard from others that the old man had really good things on him and others bought money, I would just carry it over in one breath.
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