Pick up bargains in Chinatown and make 10,000 times the profit at the beginning

Chapter 29 Uncle's Performance

"Young man, you just came out of China, right? Are you here for tourism or to study abroad?" The stall owner recognized at a glance that Lin Yuan was going abroad.

Without waiting for Lin Yuan to answer, the stall owner continued, "When you are away from home, especially in a foreign country, it is rare to meet young people who like antiques. Let me tell you, these are all fine pieces that I have spent a lot of effort to collect one by one.

For example, this ring was made back then..."

The stall owner talked a lot.

However, Lin Yuan was not interested in the stall owner's boasting and was even a little resistant.

It's like when you're getting ready to go to sleep and there's a mosquito buzzing in your ear.

"Then take your time to look around. Tell me what you like and I'll give you the cost price." The stall owner shut up decisively.

Lin Yuan focused his attention on the items on the stall, checking them one by one to see which one was the treasure indicated by the treasure-hunting instrument.

After a while, Lin Yuan found the treasure.

That is an inkstone.

If I'm not mistaken, this is a Duan inkstone.

As we all know, Duan Inkstone is one of the four famous inkstones. In the early Tang Dynasty, Duan Inkstone had become a precious gift and was listed as a tribute in the Song Dynasty.

This kind of inkstone is famous for its solid, smooth, fine and delicate stone.

Anyone who has used Duan Inkstone knows that it can grind ink without stagnation, releases ink quickly, and the ink is fine and smooth, allowing for fluent writing without damaging the brush tip. The color of the writing remains unchanged over time. A good Duan Inkstone will produce deep blue or dark green ink when you press the center of the inkstone with your hand, and the moisture will not dry up for a long time, whether it is scorching summer or severe winter.

From the outside, it is oval in shape. Various exquisite patterns are engraved on the edges, and the white color of banana leaves can be seen in the inkstone.

People who know the business should know that Banana Leaf White is one of the precious stones of Duan Inkstone.

Ancient literati spoke highly of Duanshi Jiaobai and praised him highly.

"Can you pick it up and take a look?"

The stall owner nodded: "Handle with care."

Lin Yuan turned the inkstone over and found that there were many words engraved on the side, which seemed to be an article.

This inkstone shows yellow light on the treasure hunting instrument, which means its value is over $10. Judging from the depth of its color, it is estimated to be around $20.

"How to sell it?"

"This is the inkstone used by Emperor Qianlong. Back then..." The stall owner continued to brag.

Lin Yuan interrupted him and repeated: "How to sell it?"

The stall owner was choked, rolled his eyes at Lin Yuan, and said unhappily: "If you really want it, 20 US dollars."

Wow! The price was set quite accurately. Although Lin Yuan knew that the stall owner was just making a random call, it was still impressive that he could call it so accurately.

"Are you sure you don't have extra 10,000 characters?"

Lin Yuan put down the inkstone neatly.

The stall owner smiled and said, "Handsome guy, tell me how much you want! We can negotiate. It's a deal! I bid, you bargain, isn't that the normal process?"

"Then remove your Wan Zi."

"Handsome guy, you're cutting too hard. I need to eat too. Let's make friends. You give me 20,000 yuan."

Lin Yuan was speechless. The price you paid for making friends with him was a bit high!

"Then I'll add a zero too. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, forget it. Even if the deal doesn't work out, there's still righteousness."

"Okay, let's open the stall." The stall owner was a smart guy. Looking at Lin Yuan's expression, he felt that if he continued to talk too much, he would really leave, so he agreed.

He bought the inkstone from a scavenger for only $5.

……

My uncle's side is very exciting.

"Let me see that plate." The old uncle pointed. The stall owner glanced at the old uncle, picked up the metal plate from the stall and handed it to him: "Here, this is the fruit plate that Qianlong used to serve fruits."

My uncle turned the plate over and a screw came into view.

He said sarcastically, "Were there screws during the Qianlong period?"

The stall owner looked at it and was not panicked. For people in their line of work, their skin is used as a wall. What's the big deal about this little scene? It doesn't matter at all.

"Isn't it normal that there were screws in the tribute from foreign countries at that time?"

It's normal!

The uncle put the plate down and pointed again: "Let me see the jade seal."

"Be careful. If it breaks, it's your fault." The stall owner was still patient for the time being. He had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Uncle: "Why is your jade seal a turtle? Other people's jade seals are shaped like dragons or something. Whose jade seal is shaped like a turtle?"

"The Prime Minister's jade seal is not in the shape of a turtle, so what is it? Everyone says Turtle Prime Minister, Turtle Prime Minister." The stall owner just spoke without thinking. As long as he is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

In fact, the two are rookies fighting each other.

The tortoise-shaped jade seal does exist.

A general term for ancient Chinese seals, which have buttons on them and can be threaded with a rope, making them easy to carry.

Since the Qin Dynasty, jade seals have been used exclusively by emperors, symbolizing the throne. Jade seals are passed down from generation to generation, and the owner has supreme power and status.

In the Qing Dynasty, apart from the imperial seal and the emperor's seal, the empress's seal had the highest rank among the imperial harems, with the button in the shape of two dragons lying cross-legged. The next highest rank were the seals of the grand empress dowager and the empress dowager, with the button in the shape of a coiled dragon.

Concubines used tortoise seals, but the button was not in the shape of a tortoise, but a dragon head and tail. Only the back resembled a tortoise's back. Moreover, the concubine's seal could only be called a seal, not a treasure.

It is said that South Korea also has a turtle-shaped jade seal, which they have designated as a national treasure.

Anyone familiar with Chinese history should know that seals of this shape are generally seals bestowed by ancient Chinese emperors on vassal kings.

That's right! That's the imperial seal that Zhu Yuanzhang bestowed on the Li Dynasty.

According to status rules and etiquette, the Joseon King, as a prince, could only use the seals of the prince level. According to the Ming Dynasty etiquette, the seal of the prince was Bixi, one of the nine sons of the dragon, that is, a seal with a dragon head and a tortoise body, while the seal of the prince was a tortoise seal.

Interestingly, since South Korea announced the abolition of Chinese characters and Chinese language, when this seal of the Korean king's grandson was unearthed, many people did not know the content of the text on the seal. In the end, it took several experts who were proficient in Chinese and characters, as well as Chinese experts' identification and confirmation, to finally confirm that this seal was the seal of the king's grandson.

My uncle put the things down again and uttered two words: Bullshit!

Next, he repeated the same thing again and again, looking at more than a dozen items on the stalls in a row, without any intention of buying anything, and kept finding fault with them.

The stall owner finally reacted.

Are you here to cause trouble?

"Hey! Are you going to buy it or not? If not, get out." The stall owner couldn't stand it.

Seeing that the other party was getting impatient, the uncle picked up the thing he really liked, which was an ancient book: "How much do you want for this crappy book?"

The stall owner couldn't stand this guy, so he wanted to get rid of him and said casually, "30 dollars."

Finally, he sarcastically said, "You can't take it out, right?"

The uncle took out $30 and slapped it hard on the stall owner's hand: "Who are you looking down on?"

I gave the money, took the ancient book and left. As soon as I turned around, an expression of success appeared on my uncle's face.

Do you really think he wants to waste his breath? It's all a trick, his head is full of wisdom.

Stall owner: "..."

He always felt something was wrong. By the time he realized what was happening, the person had already walked away. He couldn't help but slap himself on the head.

"Fuck! I was careless."

(End of this chapter)