Zhao Dezhu and Du Yong took the lead, struggled to squeeze out a path, and finally squeezed forward.

There are many stalls and many buyers, but there are not many books. Often, more than a dozen people are reading a book, and some are queuing up behind.

"Awesome!"

Zhao Dezhu wiped his sweat, his eyes full of excitement. So many people were following him, there must be something good.

He thought carefully that he would buy some good secrets when he came to the black market. Although the Zhao family's swordsmanship was powerful, his words were always a bit monotonous and easily targeted by others.

It is always good to learn a few more moves, so it is said that more skills will not suppress your body.

Zhao Dezhu pulled Du Yong: "Old Du, what move do you want to buy?"

Du Yong spread his hands: "Didn't I just say that, I want to do archaeology and do academic research..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Dezhu laughed: "You kid are doing research? Are you sure you are not joking?"

Pei Song smiled when he heard this. He recognized Du Yong as a smart person and his strong martial arts skills were just a thing of the past, but when it comes to academic research, Du Yong was the one at the bottom in the west of the city.

Du Yong snorted coldly and said lightly: "Don't look down on others, okay? I am no longer the Amon of the past."

"What Amon?"

Zhao Dezhu and Pei Song were both stunned. Does Du Yong have the nickname "Among"?

Du Yong made a gesture and explained: "I mean... I will see you with admiration after three days of separation. When I was recuperating at home, I was very happy to do my studies."

"Sir, should you look at him with admiration?"

Mr. Wei's eyes lit up, he muttered softly a few times, and then praised: "Brother Du is a scholar based on this sentence alone!"

Mrs. Wei looked at Du Yong with a smile, feeling quite admired.

Du Yong said vaguely: "I dare not take it, I dare not take it!"

Sweeping his eyes to the small area in the middle, there were several white-bearded old men sitting, holding a feather fan and shaking it gently, holding a teacup and drinking slowly, looking at the crowded crowd calmly, with a very talented demeanor.

Du Yong changed the topic: "Brother Wei, who are those old people?"

Mr. Wei glanced at it and replied: "The person in charge of the appraisal was hired by the government."

“Identification?”

Du Yong was quite curious and asked: "Can they identify the authenticity of the secret book? Or even identify ancient characters?"

Mr. Wei shook his head: "It's not that magical. They are only responsible for identifying the years of paper or materials, as well as the new and old of ink marks, because buyers here like to pursue the original."

Zhao Dejue muttered, "No wonder the books on these stalls are all broken and shit-yellow, as if they have been dyed in the pit."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Pei Song shook his head and scolded: "Can you speak well? Be careful that these bosses beat you up."

Zhao Dezhu said, "I am a customer, and it's too late to welcome them."

After laughing, Mr. Wei explained: "There are almost no markets for new ones like secrets and papers, because it is too easy to fake, and old people are relatively reliable."

Zhao Dezhu looked at the buyers who were reading the books carefully, and he was a little confused: "Looking so seriously, aren't the sellers afraid that they will never forget them?"

Mr. Wei smiled: "The book is missing five pages, and the paper is missing two cents. The seller will only make up after the buyer pays it."

So that's it.

Mrs. Wei pointed to the left: "Let's go to that stall, there are not many people."

Everyone looked along and found that the stall had a large territory and a lot of books, but there were fewer people around it, which was far less lively than other stalls.

Walk over.

The boss is in his fifties, looks ordinary, slumped in a soft chair, half-squinted, leisurely and tight.

There are dozens of books and two ancient scrolls on the stall.

Zhao Dezhu stared at him and asked curiously: "Boss, other bosses only have seven or eight books left. There are so many left in your stall, and there are not many people watching the goods. Is it not good to have goods?"

The boss opened his eyes and smiled: "The goods are mostly good goods, and the business is OK. Since the opening of the market, more than a dozen books have been sold. As for the lack of people watching the goods, it is entirely a psychological effect. Customers think that I have so many goods here, so I must have been wholesale and there are no high-quality products. In fact, I have saved these goods for a long time."

"Most are good people?" Zhao Dezhuo grabbed the words.

"I can roughly understand most of the goods, and I understand that they are good goods. A small number of goods are completely unaware of, but I just ask experts for advice and then buy them at a high price. If it can be confirmed that they are fake goods, I am willing to accept the punishment from the government." The boss explained in detail.

Zhao Dezhu laughed and said, "You are quite sincere!"

The boss is modest: "Old sellers, they have been chasing here all year round, so it's better to pay attention to some things."

Du Yong asked with a smile: "I have sold more than a dozen books, and I have made a lot of money, right?"

The boss waved his hand: "Selling is expensive, but the cost is also high... If you have more than a dozen books, the profit will be tens of thousands."

Du Yong praised: "It's not bad."

The boss smiled: "It sounds pretty good, but it takes a lot of time and connections to save so much goods, and you have to risk losing money. In fact, it is not easy."

Du Yong thought about it, too.

Zhao Dezhu said carelessly: "You can copy it after purchasing the goods. Sell it a few more times. I know there is no market for the transcripts here, but you can buy them in other places, such as the Nanjiao."

The boss laughed in silence: "If you take it to the southern suburbs, although there is a certain market, it cannot be sold at a price. The most important thing is that there is no such practice in the rules. The secret scripts and ancient books are all done in one go. There is no such thing as copying and selling them again, otherwise the reputation will be bad."

Zhao Dezhu nodded slightly, picked up a sword score, and flipped through it. Sure enough, several pages were missing. The paper of this sword score was very thick, the handwriting was a bit blurry, and some pages had dense comments.

"Old Du, I can't see that, look!"

Zhao Dezhu looked carefully at two pages and found that he was obscure and knew all the words, but he didn't know what he was talking about. The terms were inappropriate and the patterns were also very strange.

Although there are comments, it is even less clear than the original text.

Du Yong took it and looked carefully at two pages. It was really difficult to understand.

But it doesn't matter, Du Yong silently said in his heart: "Call the helper and identify this sword score!"

The assistant simply answered two words: [Fake goods!]

Du Yong was stunned and asked in his heart: "Is it really a fake? This book looks quite old and has so many annotations, it looks like that."

The auxiliary sentence was added: [Ancient fakes!]

All right.

Du Yong laughed in his heart, coughed twice, and said to Zhao Dezhu: "I can't see this sword score!"

"Not sure" is a jargon in the antique industry, indicating that this thing is fake.

Zhao Dezhu had bought antiques before, so he could understand them and expressed his doubts: "Old Du, you just read two pages to come to the conclusion that you can't see clearly?"

Du Yong spread his hands and chuckled, "I'm just intuition, do you believe it or not?"

Zhao Dezhu said oh and handed the book to Mr. Wei and Pei Song to read.

Pei Song, like Zhao Deju, couldn't understand it either.

Mr. Wei seemed to have two brushes. After reading the two pages, he shook his head slightly at Zhao Dezhu, saying that it was not good.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for even the appraisal year!"

Zhao Dezhu put the book gently on the stall, feeling a little discouraged. He was quite optimistic about this sword book, but Mr. Wei and Du Yong were not optimistic about it, so he didn't force it.

Mr. Zhao is not short of money, but he doesn't want to buy fakes.

Of course, the boss could understand the jargon of "not sure", but he didn't mind and said calmly: "How many young men, why don't you look at the others?"

Zhao Dezhu chuckled and said, "Boss, please find out all the sword scores?"

The boss nodded, flipped it quickly, and soon lost six books to Zhao Dezhu: "Just these six books, if you want to read them, you can do it and read it slowly."

Zhao Dezhu thanked him and sat down and looked through slowly.

Du Yong and Pei Song each took an ancient scroll and sat down to observe.

These two ancient scrolls are indeed missing two corners, and they are still quite large corners.

"Ghost painting talisman, I can't understand it at all!" Pei Song only glanced at it and found that it was all ancient characters, so he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"Young Master, I don't understand these two ancient scrolls, but the years are enough. If you have friends who like to study ancient scrolls, you can buy them back."

The boss said his advice.

Pei Song ignored the problem and touched the material of the scroll: "I see that there are no other bosses, so are you selling scrolls?"

The boss nodded: "Because the risk of ancient scrolls is very high, other bosses are not happy to accept them. Because I have been here for many years, I am not in a hurry to sell things. When I encounter an ancient scroll with the right price, I will accept it and sell it slowly."

Du Yong did not participate in their discussion, but began to silently recite in his heart: "Call the assist and identify this paper."

After waiting for a while, the auxiliary voice sounded: [Not secret!]

Du Yong immediately lost interest and said to Pei Song: "Boss Pei, change it and see!"

Pei Song changed over and chuckled, "Can you understand?"

Du Yong shrugged: "I can't understand it. I only judge whether the ancient text above is authentic or not, and I will buy it back and study it."

Pei Song laughed: "Is there any authentic or unauthentic wording?"

Du Yong made a fuss: "Of course there are, some are beautiful, and they are regular, and some are completely ghost-painted talismans."
To be continued...