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Chapter 1 Shenyang Dao, Ji Guxuan

First there was Shenyang Road, and then there was Panjiayuan.

The antique market on Shenyang Road in Jinmen is well-established in the industry, with old streets and bricks that have been preserved for more than 30 years.

According to Mr. Ma Weidu, when he became fond of antiques, it was in the 1980s and 1990s. At that time, antiques were not allowed to enter Beijing and were stopped by Tianjin.

Where did you stop?

Just on Shenyang Road.

Shenyang Road also became the first established antiquities market in the country.

There is an archway at the east entrance of Shenyang Road, with a plaque saying "Shenyang Road Antiquities Market" hanging on it, which was written by Mr. Pu Zuo, one of the Eight Great Masters of Tianjin.

A few dozen meters away is Jinmen's Binjiang Road Pedestrian Street, which is interpreting the prosperity of the modern era.

Against the background of Binjiang Road's wealthy temperament, Shenyang Road seems a bit down and out. However, although this place may be simple and shabby, it has accumulated the cultural genes of Jinmen. It is as lively as Panjiayuan. All you hear is either Beijing movies or Wei Zuizi. .

In this dilapidated old street, which is only one mile long, many good things have indeed been produced, such as the Qianlong dragon pattern Ruyi ear gourd vase, Chenghua Jiuqiu vase, etc., all were found here.

This is not only a paradise for players from all walks of life, but also a place where many young people like to hang out.

As long as you are willing, you can always find some knick-knacks here. Some people who want to give their elders something desirable can come here to buy some old movie posters and old records.

Some people need a copper coin to press the coin in their birth year. They can also buy it on the Shenyang Road and wear a rope to hang it on their necks and hands.



Wednesday, everything goes well.

After the fall, the sun has slowly lost some of its heat.

Today is not Thursday, and all the dragons and snakes in North China are still on the road, so it seems a bit deserted. Many stalls are still empty and idle in the middle of the road.

Chang Xian held a scroll in his left hand and carried a bag on his shoulder. The sun began to set in the west, and his shadow slowly became thinner and longer like ramen noodles.

He turned off Shandong Road, passed through the archway, paused for a moment, looked around, and walked straight to an antique shop.

This store is an authentic Beijing-style building, with gables on both sides of the roof. The forks on the beams are shaped like clouds, and they are connected in a circuitous way. The cornices are protruding, and the wood supports under the eaves are carved into various rare birds and animals, which is quite exquisite.

Although the carvings have peeled off and the paintings have become somewhat mottled under the erosion of time, the more so, the more mellow it exudes.

There is a couplet at the door: Zhong Wang's calligraphy and Nangong painting, Han Meng's article on Beihai bottle.

The word "Zun" is Tongjiezun, and the calligraphy is intended to resemble Yiting Prefecture. It is wide, broad, simple and majestic, and the couplets written in it are full of atmosphere.

There is also a plaque on the door above the couplet with the words "Ji Guxuan" written on it.

To "draw ancient things" means to delve into or collect ancient books and relics, just like drawing water from a well.



I returned to Jinmen from Xi'an the next day. From summer to autumn, it was already a month later.

That day at Qianling, Chang Xian fainted for only a few minutes. The tour guide thought it was heatstroke, so he drank some Huoxiang Zhengqi water and woke up.

This incident has caused Chang Xian's body to change. Now there is a ghost image of a copper coin in his mind that only he can see, with a gold needle inserted in the square hole.

The golden needle was the culprit that cut the finger, but now there is no reaction at all. However, after two days of experiments, Chang Xian learned some uses of copper coins.

According to Chang Xian's wishes, the copper coin shadow can cover a radius of one hundred meters with Chang Xian as the center. Within this area, any object of certain value can give Chang Xian a weak but very accurate sense. .

The gold needle inserted into the copper coin is consistent with the legend. I remember hearing the Taoist reciting poetry when I was in a coma. So should the Taoist be Yuan Tiangang or Li Chunfeng?

It must be Yuan Tiangang. After all, he is the master and his skills are more advanced. Xiao Chang made the decision happily regardless of it.

But "the cicada wakes up before the golden wind moves" should refer to the Taoist cultivator's sense of heaven's secrets. They have the ability to sense heaven's secrets, so they wrote such ancient and wonderful books as "Tui.Bi Tu".

I don’t know why it turned into treasure money when I got to classmate Xiao Chang.

Just think that it was caused by lying in the Qianling Mausoleum and absorbing the thousands of years of precious energy from the countless treasures buried with the two emperors.

As for the function being a little thin, that's understandable. After all, an object that can be dropped casually and marked is not a rare thing.

What is useless is that it is good to be able to sense good things, but it is also embarrassing not to know the value. At what price should I buy it and at what price should I sell it? There is knowledge here and there. If an object worth ten thousand dollars is bought for one hundred thousand dollars

, the item worth 100,000 yuan was sold for 10,000 yuan, and within three or five times, he was about to put in the bid and sell out.

In any case, if you are not sure, you will only be given a low price, and if you are sure, you will not be given a high price. As long as you don't fluctuate and play it safe, the sky is the limit when you play with the odds.

As the saying goes, armed with sharp weapons, murderous intentions arise naturally.

As a child studying history, who doesn’t have a dream of great Chinese culture?

With the spirit being possessed, Xingchen Company has become unpopular. Although the leader tried to persuade him to stay, Comrade Xiao Chang had no choice but to leave. There was no other way. Since he was "brainwashed" by Yuan Tiangang by chance, he couldn't be blind.

This is the opportunity.

In this way, Chang Xian took a leave of absence from his job and plunged into the antique business.

During this time, he was familiar with the use of his spiritual sense and walked around the streets to collect some objects.

Thanks to the excellent salary at Xingchen Company, Chang Xian worked for only three years after graduation and already had a deposit of over 300,000 yuan. In 2004, this was quite considerable and he had some capital.

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However, I have spent more than 100,000 on collecting things these days, and the funds on hand have been reduced by one-third, which is a bit close to the warning line.

In order to prevent the capital chain from being broken and dying before the start of the battle, it is necessary to cash out.

It's just that his background is really shallow. Although he knows that these objects are old and real, he doesn't know how to date them and how to value them.

I bought a few collectible books and compared them one by one according to the pictures. After sharpening the knife randomly, I was still confused.

So through the introduction of my mentor when I was a student, I came here to consult with a senior who was more than ten years ahead of me.

right here.

Ji Guxuan.



Chang Xian stood outside the door. After confirming the address, he waited for a while until his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light. Then he reached out and tapped the door a few times before walking in.

The store inside is not big. There are two jujube wood pavilions on each side of the shop. There are various antiques on them, including bronzes, jade, porcelain and some miscellaneous items. There is also a "Linquan Picture" hanging on the wall behind the counter.

Look at the signature, a painting by Ni Yunlin.

Chang Xian smiled slightly. He didn't know much about painting, but he was no stranger to this man.

Ni Zan and Ni Yunlin are so famous.

His reputation is that he is sick.

This is not a scolding, he is really sick.

I have severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

One time, relatives came to the house and wanted to make tea for the guests. When the servant came back from carrying water, he only used the bucket in front of him.

That bucket in the back?

Pour it out.

His reason was that the barrel at the back was ruined.

The guest stayed overnight and coughed once in the night. It was over and he could no longer sleep.

Chengsu thought, where did the grandson vomit at night?

As soon as the guests left in the morning, the servants were asked to search desperately for traces of phlegm.

When the servant met such a master, he was forced to do nothing, so he thought of a trick: to trick him, he would spit a piece of leaf on it and throw it two miles away.

He also thought the tree in the yard was unclean.

What a pity, that is a sycamore tree!

That is the cleanest tree, and it is for Phoenix to live in.

No, wash it! Don’t stop!

I was so stunned that I killed that tree! What a sin!
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