"How about we go to the antique night market, find a high-quality and cheap jade, and wear it on me, so that we can have ventriloquism conversations at any time." Seeing that Lin Yunuo was feeling a little depressed, Jiang Li walked to the window.

, suggested softly.

"Well, it's good to go out and relax." Lin Yunuo nodded and agreed.

Jiang Li held Lin Yunuo in his arms, went downstairs with a bang, came to his Audi car, bent down and got into the car, turned the key, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and drove out of the community.

Heading towards Jiang Lishuo’s antique night market.

This night market is actually a black market. It is located between Linhuai University where Jiang Li studied and an art market. At first, some second-rate dealers set up stalls on the roadside. As time went by, it gained a certain scale and gradually some

Good things appear on street stalls, thus forming a good cycle. Good things will attract powerful buyers. After more than ten years of development, this underground black market has become quite large. However, without supervision, there will naturally be a mixed bag of good and bad.

, there are also things that are deceptive and deceitful, so there are not a few people who are caught looking for goods in this market.

Jiang Li found an open space on the roadside and stopped the car. Before getting off the car, he suddenly asked Lin Yunuo: "By the way, you are a great immortal who has been practicing for thousands of years. Do you have clairvoyance?"

Ability? If you can see through it, we will publish it. Many online novels are about male pig trotters who have the power of clairvoyance and then go gambling on stones, and everyone makes a lot of money!"

Lin Yunuo immediately sneered: "Either way, it's a fictional story. The ability to see through is not something that can be obtained casually. Only those Jinluo immortals who have overcome tribulations and have boundless power can have it. Besides, forget it.

I have the power of clairvoyance, so where can I go to gamble on stones? Is there any real place in the world where I gamble on stones? I think 80% of it is made up by the author."

Jiang Li thought about it and found that this was indeed the case. He had only seen this stone gambling place and that stone gambling festival in novels, but he had never seen any place where stones were gambled in real-life reports.

I could only shrug my shoulders and said: "Well, what you said makes sense. Since there is no shortcut, we have to rely on your experience to help. In any case, you have lived for more than a thousand years, and you are very familiar with some of the things passed down by your ancestors.

There should always be some ability to distinguish things."

Lin Yunuo snorted: "That's your ancestor, not my ancestor. Speaking of which, your ancestor may not be as old as me."

Before getting off the car, the two of them agreed that if Lin Yunuo found something valuable, they would bite Jiang Li's clothes with their mouths, and then they would go back to the car to discuss, and then Lin Yunuo would tell Jiang Li

Which things should be bought and which things should not be bought.

The night market is brightly lit and bustling with people. It is very lively. There are sellers of copper coins, porcelain, glass, calligraphy and paintings. In addition, some vendors selling snacks are shouting and shuttling among them. From time to time, you can see people writing in foreign languages.

The foreigners looked prosperous.

Jiang Li carried Lin Yunuo around the copper coin stall at the beginning, and then looked at a few sellers of calligraphy, paintings, and jade, but found nothing good. Halfway through the stroll, he saw a stall selling jade.

Jiang Li suddenly became energetic and squatted in front of the stall for half an hour. He chose an jadeite Guanyin and asked the stall owner how much it cost. The other person asked for 18,000 yuan.

Before Jiang Li could counter-offer, Lin Yunuo in his arms bit hard at his clothes. Knowing that Lin Yunuo was reminding him that the thing was not worth the price, he had no choice but to put it down, get up and leave.

After an hour and a half, I walked from the streets to the end of the alley. There were quite a few stalls selling jade and jade, and there were some good-looking items in them. But every time the stall owner made a price, Lin Yunuo would grab Jiang Li's clothes and say,

Remind him to leave.

Wandering to a deserted place, Jiang Li sat down under a row of hollies on the roadside and pretended to rest, and quietly asked Lin Yunuo: "My Lord Fox Fairy, the jadeite is not too small after looking at it. The asking price ranges from tens of thousands to

There are dozens of dollars worth of them, so wouldn’t any of them catch your eye?"

Lin Yunuo whispered: "Most of these things are fakes or defective products. The few top-grade products are all water-green or bean-yellow. Although they are infused with mana and worn on the body, they can also talk in ventriloquism, but the sound

It is relatively noisy and the dialogue is not so clear; the most suitable variety for our skill is Mo Fei, and the price is not expensive. If we can't buy it today, don't be in a hurry and just look for it slowly."

After listening to Lin Yunuo's analysis, Jiang Li sighed and said: "It seems that good products are not cheap, and good products are not cheap. Street stall goods are street stall goods after all. It's a waste of time. Let's go to the Jade Supermarket tomorrow.

, maybe you can pick something you like.”

"Haha... This porcelain bottle is selling for 150,000 yuan? It's really ridiculous. It's almost enough to sell for 1,500 yuan!"

"That's right, that's right, you really dare to ask for a price. This is just a black market. Most of the things sold here are unattractive things. Do you really think that your goods are rare treasures?"

There was a burst of laughter not far away. Jiang Lixun looked around and saw four or five people dressed in various colors pointing around a young man. The young man looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and wore a pair of myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose.

, looking a little frail, obviously timid under everyone's pointing, holding a blue and white porcelain screen about thirty centimeters tightly in his arms.

"Let's go and take a look!" Jiang Li suddenly became interested and hugged Lin Yunuo without any explanation and moved forward.

"My grandfather said that this is the heirloom of our Wang family. It was passed down from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty and has a history of nearly 600 years. Therefore, it will never be sold for less than 150,000, unless it is waiting for use.

Money, I won’t sell it at this price." The boy with glasses still hugged the porcelain bottle tightly and explained to the people who laughed at him.

At this time, a man of about fifty years old, wearing wood-grain glasses, well-dressed, and dressed as a scholar came over, knelt down in front of the young man, and said pleasantly: "Young man, I am the number one appraiser of the Jianghuai Provincial Museum.

Teacher, my name is Li Qiankun. Many collectors in Jianghuai Province have given me a lot of praise. Can you let me see your porcelain vase? If it is really worth the price you said, I will definitely buy it without saying a word.

Next. If the value is higher, I will never lie to you. One is one, and two is two. What do you think?"

Everyone present cheered, "Hmm, um, um, let Master Li take a look. He is an expert on ancient porcelain in Jianghuai Province. He is true to his word. Let him authenticate it for you. As long as he speaks with eloquent words, young man, your

You won’t have to worry about selling the bottles.”

The boy with glasses hesitated for a moment, and finally handed the bottle in his hand to Lin Qiankun, "Okay, teacher, you look like a decent person, don't tease me!"

"Haha, don't worry, young man, I am not praising Haikou. Although I, Li Qiankun, am not a celebrity, I am still a well-known person in our Jianghuai antiques industry. I will never be confused for a mere hundred thousand bottles.

Out of conscience, I smashed my own sign." As he spoke, Li Qiankun took out a miniature identification flashlight from his bag and studied the porcelain bottle.

I saw that this was a blue and white porcelain bottle with a white ground, which is also commonly known as blue and white porcelain. The pattern on the bottle is a picture of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. It is lifelike under the carvings of ceramic craftsmen. The workmanship is extremely exquisite. Although it looks like something from a certain age, the color is still bright.

Li Qiankun looked at it for a long time and sighed: "Oh, what a pity!"

"Uh... what do you say, teacher?" The boy with glasses asked anxiously, his heart pounding. After the master said this, although it did not mean that he had sentenced the bottle to death, he would not think about it again tonight.

Sold at a high price.

Li Qiankun raised his glasses, shined a high-concentration flashlight on the porcelain bottle, and pointed out the bottle's flaws to the boy one by one, "This bottle is indeed from the Ming Dynasty. Judging from the texture, it is at least five hundred years old. But the workmanship is a bit off.

Defects, there are seams on the bottom of the bottle and some parts inside..."

At this moment, the young man was heartbroken after hearing this. He was still counting on selling the bottles to collect enough money to buy a house and marry a wife in a few days. His mother-in-law was pressing too hard, otherwise he wouldn't come to sell it.

An heirloom.

Who would have known that after such an appraisal by experts, it turned out to be just a defective product? If you say you want to pass this ancestor on, just pass it on as a treasure. Why would you pass down a defective product? Others are cheating, and you are cheating future generations!

Li Qiankun put the instrument into his pocket, shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter if there are some flaws. After all, it is a cultural relic with a history of six hundred years. An intact blue and white porcelain bottle is worth at least millions. Just the small flaws in this bottle

In fact, selling it for one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is not a problem..."

The young man was overjoyed again after hearing this, his breathing became a little tight, and he asked: "Really? Can it really be sold for hundreds of thousands?"
Chapter completed!