Although Yulin is not big, it is just a prefecture-level city, but it is still quite old to say history. Although there are not many ancient tombs in the west in northern Shaanxi, it is not as few as other places. Therefore, there are still many shops doing antique business here. There is also an antique street in the city, and most local antique dealers are concentrated here. Wang Zan and Feng Zhining are watching Hope here.

After dinner in the morning, they walked into this antique street. There were still relatively few people at this site, but most of the upper shops were open, and some corners and open spaces were also open. When Wang Zan passed by several stalls, he looked down and glanced. To put it bluntly, these stalls were prepared for Xiaobai. The stall owner relied on his mouth to fool him. It may not be able to open in three or six months, but it may take a while if he opened it once. After all, he was doing unsuccessful business. However, there were exceptions, even the stall owner was also careful. Some real people were not recognized by themselves and then others paid the price. However, the probability was relatively small.

After Wang Zan walked in, he walked to a stall and lifted his trousers and squatted down. Then he grabbed a few copper coins and asked at the middle-aged man with a sallow skin on the opposite side with two beards: "Brother, how did you sell this copper coins?"

"The fifty dollars you hold in your hand, and the bunch of people next to you are about 1,200 yuan, and the better ones are 1,800 yuan, and even the better ones are 1,000 yuan. No matter how good the goods are, there will be tens of thousands, it depends on what you want." The stall owner saw that Wang Zan and Feng Zhining were quite young, so he was ready to fool him.

Wang Zan smiled "hehe" and weighed it with his hand for a few times. Then he threw it back. Then he picked up the one next to him and looked at it. More than 80% of the copper coins were made of old. To put it bluntly, they were made of iron, not even copper. Generally, those who do idle work use this kind of money or those who put on coffins. However, the rows next to him were really old coins, but they were sold for hundreds of dollars if they were slaughtered.

Wang Zan seemed to be very interested in picking it up, and then looked at some other things in the stall. Without reaching out to touch it, he scanned them one by one and found that except for a porcelain bottle that came out of the morning, the rest of the things here were all cheating goods, and of course it was a cheating trick.

"Boss, I can't like this thing, I'm disturbing you." Wang Zan stood up and clapped his hands and said.

The stall owner curled his lips, smiled coldly, and said without any reaction: "What you said makes you say, if you want to be omnipotent, am I rich?"

"That's right, okay, by the way, how can this thing be sold?" Wang Zan bent down and picked up the porcelain bottle from the ground. He shook it and said.

"Didn't you say you don't like it? Why are you asking me? Do you deliberately fool me?" The stall owner said unhappily.

Wang Zan handed over the porcelain bottle, then leaned into middle-aged man's ear and whispered: "I don't like this either. I'm trying to see if you know the goods. Brother, just say, all the things on your stall may not be sold for 3,200,000, because you naturally know why, but the value of this bottle is pretty good. If I read it correctly, this is the glaze after tomorrow. When you meet someone you like, you can sell it at a price. At least 50,000 or 70,000 is definitely indispensable. Haha, I think you may not know either, right?"

The boss was stunned and showed a suspicious look. He believed Wang Zan's first half of the words. These things were collected by himself. The whole package price was 3,500 yuan, which naturally included this piece of Ming glaze. Of course, he also knew that none of these items were real, but he didn't understand what Wang Zan said meant.

If this thing is really worth 50,000 or 70,000, why would he not accept it? He also told himself, what is this?

Seeing that the stall owner was a little confused, Wang Zan continued to say to him: "I don't like this little money, so I don't want to pick up this vacancy, but I'm afraid you don't know. Brother, I guess if I didn't remind you, someone might give you 1,200, you'll take action?"

After being stunned, middle-aged man nodded intently, and then asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Yes, the stall owner must be very confused. What, did you meet Lei Feng? You picked up the bargain here, and then told the seller, don’t sell it at a cheap price, otherwise it would be a loss.

Wang Zan stood up and said, "Don't think too much, I just said this, but there are two things I want to ask you about. The one I gave you is considered as an information fee, okay?"

"Ah, then I understand," said middle-aged man nodded.

"In your place, which shops are good at buying and selling, please give me some advice, and there are people who sell cheats..."

Wang Zan is a question of the way. He knows the details of local antiques, so he can avoid letting the two of them take detours, saving time and effort, especially at the latter point. He guessed that if he couldn't find these shops, he would really have to find hope from these cultural relics dealers.

According to the stall owner, three stores that are slightly larger in local antiques are all on this street, called Yuanbaozhai, Lixingxing and Linbeilou, and the three stores are also considered old-fashioned stores.

As for those cultural relics dealers who specialize in cheating goods, the stall owner knew that this person was named Xing Laoliu. He was in his forties in northern Shaanxi. He robbed the tombs with people when he was a teenager and stopped working until he was thirty. He heard that he had seen many conspiracies in this industry. After he wanted to give up, he washed his hands and stopped doing it. However, he specialized in the dealer. To put it bluntly, he was the role of an intermediary and a guarantee.

However, Xing Laoliu is quite powerful. Some people have teams under him, who are half-black and half-white. He is basically in the underground transactions in northern Shaanxi, and he is quite controllable. He can have almost two or three hundred pieces of goods from him every year. This person is a bit like the man named He Sandao that Wang Jingzhe had known before.

Wang Zan asked the stall owner for a long time and received all the information he should have collected, so he and Feng Zhining walked towards several stores. Today they planned to walk all these stores, especially those three with strength.
Chapter completed!