Chang Xian asked reporter Zheng Da to find a parking place far away, otherwise it would be troublesome to park in the old city.

The two entered from the north entrance. While eating the cold egg-filled pancakes, Zheng Mang looked around and said: "Chang Xian, why do I think this Drum Tower is more lively than Shenyang Road? Isn't it said that Shenyang Road is the most famous in the antique shop? ?”

Looking at the crowd of people, Chang Xian also felt numb: "Reporter Zheng, do you know Pan Jiayuan?"

"Of course I know about Panjiayuan. I also went shopping and wanted to pick something up, but I didn't."

Chang Xian laughed, there is no one missing from Panjiayuan now, only condoms.

Besides, if the leak can be picked up by Miss Zheng, is it still a leak?

That has to be a supermarket!

"What about Liulichang?"

"I've never heard of Liulichang."

Chang Xian said: "That's it. Panjiayuan is a flea market, a folk market, and it is for tourists. But if you want to buy real things, you still have to go to Liulichang."

Zheng Mang suddenly realized: "You mean the Drum Tower is for tourists, and people in the circle mainly go to Shenyang Road! Yes, yes, I remembered, that time the big head also said that he bought the jade from Liulichang ."

…

While talking, the two of them arrived at the market.

All antique markets across the country are actually very similar.

There are old and new Dongyang wood carvings on the street stalls, as well as large and small Tibetan antiques such as thangkas, Tibetan Buddhist instruments, calligraphy and paintings, jades, ceramics, etc. everywhere.

The ones with some special features are those old or newly printed calendar cards, movie posters, old record players, old bakelite records, electric fans from the 1930s, old telephones, etc., which made Chang Xian and Zheng Mang stop for a long time. .

"Hey, Chang Xian, I remember what you said last time about being a follower to me. What was that?"

After walking around for a while, Zheng Mang suddenly remembered this.

"Follower, the follower of the antique shop tells us that children are different!"

Chang Xian smiled and said: "Anyone who has visited antique markets or other second-hand stalls has probably had an experience. When you are shopping, there are one or two mysterious uninvited guests following you, just like a A "follower" who can't be shaken off.

As soon as you turn around, this person will rush forward to talk to you, with a serious expression and a low tone: "Sir, do you want an antique? They were just dug out of the tomb!"

"Many people are chased to their death, become angry and lose their interest in hunting for treasures, and turn around and leave. This is considered smart."

"There are people with soft ears who feel itchy when they hear that someone has a "treasure" in their hands. They think that their things must have come from something wrong, so they are sneaky and afraid of being exposed to the light. It is definitely not true. If you dare to ask for more money, hey, I've caught you today, so go ahead."

"Go? If you go, you're inviting bad luck!"

Zheng Mang happily watched the stalls from stall to stall while listening to Chang Xian working in vain.

The two of them were walking and talking. After passing a corner, they suddenly felt someone tapping their shoulders from behind. They quickly looked back and saw that it was a middle-aged man with a loyal appearance.

"what are you doing?"

Before Chang Xian could say anything, Zheng Mang put down the object he was looking at and walked over and asked.

The middle-aged man quickly took two steps back and said, "You two, don't get me wrong. I have business to discuss with you."

The middle-aged man pretended to be mysterious and looked around, then said in a low voice: "It's not convenient to talk here. Let's talk somewhere else. There are fewer people over there. Please excuse me and move a step."

Chang Xian became impatient after hearing this. What kind of thing is this? Just when he was about to wave it away, Zheng Mang asked excitedly: "What's the business?"

While talking, he pulled Chang Xian towards the place pointed by the man.

When they arrived at the secluded place that the man pointed to, which was actually a place where no one had set up stalls between the two shops, the middle-aged man approached the two of them with a serious expression and said, "You two, do you want some antiques?

They were just dug out of the tomb, so they are guaranteed to be genuine and the earthy smell has not been removed.”

When Zheng Mang heard this, he was stunned for a moment, as if he was electrocuted. He covered his mouth with his left hand and pointed at Chang Xian with his right hand, as if he was performing a silent drama.

Chang Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I'm talking about this kind of thing. If you come here and speak out, I won't be able to pay you!

After holding it in for a while, Zheng Mang finally couldn't hold it in anymore. His face turned red and he burst out laughing. His waist couldn't bear the strength anymore and he could only hold his knees and laugh.

Chang Xian saw Zheng Mang's uncomfortable laughter and patted her twice on the back. He glared at the middle-aged man angrily and said, "Get out of here if you don't want to get into trouble! You're getting the blame for following me!"

The middle-aged man's face changed drastically when he heard this, he cupped his hands to Chang Xian, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zheng Mang gasped for breath at this moment: "I believe it, these lines are just the same, they come from a training institution!"

…

After walking around and watching for a while, I felt a little tired.

Chang Xian bought some fried cakes with ears and eyes at the corner. He saw a couple standing up and leaving on the bench under the statue on the street in front of him, so he quickly sat down first.

Then he called Zheng Mang over and said: "I have a senior brother from Nankai who has opened a shop on Shenyang Road for more than a hundred years. I heard him tell a story about a follower. I will tell you about it too. Maybe you can

Write an article "The Follower of the Antique Shop"."

"A few years ago, my senior brother bought a Daihatsu. The old car kept having problems, so a friend introduced him to a car repairman, Lao Zhang. To be fair, Lao Zhang was a very down-to-earth guy who repaired my senior car's car.

They all take advantage of holidays and don't charge a penny, which is just a personal favour."

"If you owe someone a debt, you have to pay it back! Lao Zhang was not polite, so he became a disciple of my senior brother and learned how to play antiques. I thought he was just talking about it, but I didn't expect that Lao Zhang really "likes" antiques."

"One day, Lao Zhang came to my senior brother and said: "Brother, it seems that I should say goodbye to this car repair job!"

"Has he changed his career?" Zheng Mang asked.

"My senior brother asked the same question."

Chang Xian smiled and said: "Haha, that old Zhang said with great satisfaction that he is also a collector now and learned from my senior brother."

"My senior brother got a little anxious and said: "Hey, hey! Don't say that. I don't even dare to say that I am a collector. When did you get married? Tell me what you have collected? Cartridge

Machine or wheel?"

"Haha, your senior brother is quite poor!"

Zheng Mang was so happy that his ponytail flicked.

"I told you I don't want to be in the car repair business anymore, why are you trying to hurt me with something like this?"

Then Lao Zhang said nervously: "I'm holding back my treasure!"

"What treasure is it?"

My senior brother asked casually.
Chapter completed!