Live broadcast antique city, others will miss your wholesale?

Chapter 2 Who can pick up the leak from me?
"It actually shipped!"

"I'm really the chosen one? I just picked a booth and I'm going to get rich?"

Su Bai couldn't believe it, and quietly scanned the goods in front of him carefully through his glasses, and after roughly locking on a few suspected "missing" targets, he quietly held them in his hands and asked for prices:

"How do you sell this little dish?"

Su Bai held a porcelain bowl with a pink painted rooster on it.

The stall owner cheered up: "Good eyesight, this is Yuan Shikai's famille rose porcelain, as long as this is the amount."

He opened his palms and made a "five" gesture.

"Five dollars?"

The stall owner got up instantly: "It's fifty thousand! Fifty thousand!"

"Then you can keep it to yourself."

"Hey, if it doesn't work, you should pay back the price?"

The stall owner's words fell on deaf ears, and Su Bai picked up a handful of bright red, delicate and smooth purple sand pots in his hands, lightly adjusted his glasses, and silently recited a routine test.

A line of words was directly thrown into Su Bai's retina through the glasses:

Item: Pot.

Shape: stone scoop.

Description: Mechanism, old, chemical, imitation purple clay teapot.

……

Flowing down like a waterfall, including but not limited to age, color, material, etc.,
Su Bai inspected several "antiques" in a row, and he had already seen the experience, so he directly skipped the unimportant ones, and finally glanced at the summary and value.

Summary: The maker would never dare to drink tea with it.

Value: 0.1 yuan.

Su Bai: "..."

Dare to "0.1 yuan" is the minimum standard, which means it is completely worthless.

This kind of rags can become a peerless treasure in the mouth of the stall owner: "As expected of a great anchor! Good eyesight! This is a purple clay teapot made of Zhuni Dahongpao. It is handmade by a national master. The master last week has disappeared. It is truly out of print nice one!"

The god-riding last week is gone, did this "master" drink tea with his own chemical pot and die?
Su Bai watched silently as the lotus bloomed in the mouth of the stall owner, and the live broadcast room was filled with bullets:

[This stall owner is a kind person, and he said 'good vision' without changing words. 】

[Does the anchor help others to buy? 】

【Purchasing agent?That is to lead people into the ditch, right? 】

[One thing to say, this purple sand pot is not bad, it is beautiful in shape, and looks very moist, the old material in the legend? 】

……

Su Bai resolutely refused to answer, took a deep breath, and reached out to a wooden sculpture in the corner to pick it up.

There is actually a base, which is heavy and quite overwhelming.

The wooden carving is about the size of a forearm, gray and inconspicuous, and it is not a statue of Guan Gong or Guanyin. little god.

Su Bai said "detection" silently, and suddenly the information in the glasses flowed down again——

Item: Statue Base.

Material: Gold.

Year: 20s.

Description: In the time of turmoil, the seat was made of molten gold, painted with ink and dyed black, weighing 217 grams.

Craftsmanship: Poor.

Value: 9.8 million.

The base is actually gold, dyed black with ink, no wonder it is so heavy.

How did this end up on the floor?Could it be that the old man left in a hurry and didn't have time to explain?
Su Bai resisted the urge to secretly scratch the base with his nails to see if a golden light would shoot out, and was about to ask the price when he froze suddenly.

Huh?its not right!
9.8?
Not 10 million?
In just a few seconds, the price of gold has fallen?
"Good eyesight, this is the statue of the God of the Earth who has been incensed in the village for hundreds of years. Please go back and worship it carefully. It will definitely protect people from illness and disaster."

The stall owner rolled another cigarette and smoked happily.

"is it?"

Su Bai responded casually, his brains turned sharply, and he took the wood carving off the base thoughtfully, and "tested" again——

Item: Wood carving.

Material: pine sapwood.

Year: 20s.

Description: It is made of old and rotten wood, carved by the carpenter at the entrance of the village, and "pretending to be dirty" by a half-baked god. The statue of the unknown land god.

Value: 10 million.

"hiss……"

Su Bai took a deep breath under the cover of the mask, and checked again and again before he believed that he was not blind.

what happened?

This broken wood carving is actually more expensive than a pure gold base?
Su Bai closed his eyes, pondered for a few seconds, and vaguely guessed, looked at the stall owner and asked, "How do you sell it?"

The stall owner came alive and danced: "I don't know how much incense has been eaten on the statues of hundreds of years. You can invite them back to the town house for a price of 10."

"Ha ha."

Su Bai sneered, and tapped the wood carving with his finger: "Hundreds of years?"

"Is this pine wood? It's still sapwood. It hasn't even been painted. If it took hundreds of years, it would have been cracked and moth-eaten."

"Yo, expert." The stall owner was not embarrassed, he grinned and said, "I don't know how many years, but it was collected from the land temple. The village is deserted, and no one cares about the temple."

The water friends in the live broadcast room were also stunned and discussed enthusiastically:
[Is there anyone who can tell me what is the meaning of sapwood? 】

[It should correspond to the heart of the tree, that is, the not-so-solid wood on the edge. 】

[The anchor has something, just knock it like this, any wood, open your mouth at any position. 】

[What's the value of this broken wood? The purple sand pot I bought just now is not bad. 】

[Is the one in front stupid? The anchor only has 100 yuan. Whether it’s that purple sand pot or this old wood carving, which one do you think you can afford?Fight for loneliness. 】

"..."

The barrage is still hotly debated,
Su Bai made an offer for the first time, and when he opened his mouth, there was no sound in the live broadcast room:

"Twenty dollars."

The stall owner took a deep breath and almost swallowed the cigarette butt.

He hurriedly let out a "bah" on the ground, and shouted in disbelief, "Is there anyone who makes such a counter-offer? 98000, no less."

Su Bai said leisurely, "98."

The stall owner's eyes almost popped out.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were stunned:

【Long time to see you, you can still bargain like this】

[Unless the stall owner has cerebral palsy, he can't sell it. 】

[The anchor is from Nigeria, he is undoubtedly a black man, the identification is complete. 】

Before the stall owner got mad and ignored the barrage, Su Bai calmly held the wood carving with one hand, put the base back on the stall with the other hand, and said to the live broadcast room:
"Who is free to help me check today's gold price?"

The number "450" ​​soon appeared in the live broadcast room.

Su Bai pretended to look at the screen, and held the base of the woodcarving in his hand, weighed the weight, and said if he had something to say: "450 yuan, tsk tsk, 200 grams is a small 10, really expensive."

Netizens were still at a loss, the stall owner laughed and gave a thumbs up: "You are really an expert."

Su Bai smiled without saying a word.

"98 yuan?"

"98 yuan!"

Stall owner: "Without a base?"

Su Bai replied affirmatively: "No."

"Success, let's make a good start and make friends."

As the stall owner said, he took the base of the wooden carving back.

Su Bai hurriedly handed over the only 100 yuan, and took the land public wood carving in his hand.

Call it a crisp one.

Until the transaction was completed after taking over the two coins in change from the stall owner, the brains of the fans in the live broadcast room were still buzzing.

The stall owner took out another statue from nowhere, this time it was a statue of Guan Gong made of green sandalwood, and put it on the base again with a "bang", grinning:

"Relying on this pure gold base, I have sold dozens of statues."

"I really think my old man is blind, one by one, trying to pick up leaks every day."

Amidst the sound of "fucking" in the live broadcast room, the stall owner was full of vigor and confidence: "Who can pick up the leak from me."

Su Bai held the wooden carving and stood up, smiling without saying a word...

(End of this chapter)