Unfortunately, I did not inherit the legacy passed down by my grandfather and the old housekeeper, but chose to do some simple antique business.
I went to college at a third-rate university.
After graduation, I didn’t find a job as expected but dropped out of school.
That year, I worked as a salesperson, a waiter, a fruit vendor, and a stall owner.
It can be said that I gained a lot of experience.
I've been through all sorts of people and suffered a lot, but what's disappointing is that I've accomplished nothing.
When I was twenty-five years old, I sold out all the inheritance left to me by the old butler and the old house at home, and relied on the antique identification skills I learned from Hyakki Night Talk to open the current antique store. .
Those who work in this business are very particular about either not opening the business for three years, or opening the business for three years.
When it first opened last year, I took over a business, a Han Dynasty glazed mutton-fat double-butterfly jade.
Needless to say, I really made a lot of money.
But since that one business, I haven’t taken on another business.
"Business is light on Monday."
I lay on the wicker chair and read the book "Hakugui Night Talk".
To be honest, although being your own boss is very leisurely, it is not a lie to say that it will take three years to open a business, but I don’t think anyone really wants to prepare to open a business for three years, not to mention that one business is not enough to last three years.
I am now It was already so poor.
I asked Wang Hu to look at the store, and got up to go out and see what was going on today.
Usually, even if there was no business, there would always be one or two rich and wealthy men with big bellies who would come to look at things and ask about things, but today there were none.
Is it possible that someone robbed us?
This robbery is our lingo for reselling antiques, which means that someone blocked the business.
The weather is nice today and there are many people on the street.
I was walking down the street holding a cattail leaf fan.
I studied in university in Taizhou, Tiantai City.
Just like the name, it is a place as big as the rooftop at home.
It’s not a remote place, and it’s also not a wealthy place.
But what’s gratifying is that there is Tiantai Mountain nearby, which the locals call the “Holy Worship Mountain.”
Over the past year, it has also attracted many people from other places to come for tourism.
Otherwise, an antique business like mine really wouldn’t be able to continue in such a small place.
"Hey, don't tell me, the things those people are selling really look real."
Two people came towards me.
I listened to their conversation and thought that someone was really trying to steal money, so I quickly pricked up my ears.
It sounded.
"Nonsense, they look like they were pulling out soil.
Didn't you smell the earthy smell on their bodies?
Even the farmers working in the fields don't smell as bad as they do."
"Don't say it, I really remembered it as soon as you finished saying it.
Let's go quickly.
Don't wait for the city management to come and arrest us."
After saying that, the two people walked past me quickly.
When I heard what the two people said, I was a little surprised.
To put it bluntly, it means to rob the earth.
In the jargon, it is called coffin touching.
I never thought that there are people in this business who dare to sell things found underground in broad daylight.
There happened to be a circle of people not far ahead.
It seemed that they were almost dispersed.
There were only a few scattered people playing around.
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I thought this might be the group of people touching the coffin, so I walked over.
I saw a white cloth spread on the ground, with a few scattered things on it, including utensils, decorations and a dagger full of patina.
I squatted down and touched a container.
A strong earthy smell hit my face.
I guess the exposure time was not too long.
Because of my family background and the fact that I had been in the antique business for a year, I could tell whether this thing was real or fake as soon as I touched it and smelled it.
"How big is the weight without seeing it?"
I glanced at the man wearing a vest with bronze skin and asked.
This is a jargon in the tomb robbing circle, which means whether it is dangerous to get this thing out of the ground.
When the man saw that I could speak jargon, his expression suddenly changed, and then he immediately smiled and said back to me: "The weight is not exposed to light and is thick."
What he meant was that there was no danger and it was guaranteed to be genuine.
I nodded.
These things were indeed genuine.
They seemed to be from the Warring States Period.
I really didn’t know what kind of tomb they were touching.
If it was a monarch’s tomb, there must be more than these.
Because of my grandfather's relationship, when I was in high school, the old housekeeper told me a lot of these things.
Until his death, the ones I heard the most were about my grandfather's tomb robbing, but his own.
I only heard a few words and fragments about it.
The old housekeeper taught me the skills of divination and divination, and they were all taken from the Night Talk of One Hundred Ghosts.
I also asked him why he didn't teach me his own stuff.
The old housekeeper just told me that there was enough content in the Night Talk of Hundred Ghosts for me to learn for a lifetime.
As I grew older, I no longer had as much curiosity as I did when I was a child, so I stopped asking questions.
Over time, I have forgotten most of the things in Hyakki's Night Talk.
And my grandfather only left a diary, which recorded some scattered tomb robbing incidents.
Coupled with the knowledge that the old housekeeper occasionally instilled in me, I can be said to know a lot about this industry.
Seven points.
"How to sell it?"
I wiped my face and weighed a palace facade decoration in my hand.
You can make money by changing hands with antiques, especially items like this that were found underground.
I knew I couldn't afford it just by looking at the sword's light, but the decoration wasn't that expensive.
The man bared his white teeth and held out five fingers to me: "Fifty thousand."
I frowned.
Fifty thousand yuan was indeed not too expensive, but I didn’t have that much spare money.
I pursed my lips, pointed to the old earth-blue clay pot, and asked, “Where’s this?”
" "You want this?"
The man's face looked a bit wrong, and he pointed at the jar I was holding.
I nodded, not understanding why he had such a strange expression.
However, the jar was real, but it was not very ornamental.
At most, it was just an object for display at home.
"If you want it, take it for ten thousand."
The man waved his hand and said, I know a little bit about the selling prices in this business.
Just buying something once is ten to twenty thousand.
I'm a little confused about how cheap it is, but the antique reselling industry is all about authenticity.
I still have a certain degree of confidence in my own vision, and I dare not say anything about the estimate, but this pottery pot is indeed genuine.
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Even if there is really something dirty inside, just resell it.
I am short of money now, and I also owe some foreign debts.
It would be a good idea to throw out two things to make my money easier.
I nodded and called Wang Hu from the store to send me money.
Wang Hu was an orphan.
He was twenty-one years old and had no education.
He was dumbfounded and green, but he had no bad intentions.
I arranged for him to work as a storekeeper in my store, and he helped me for a year.
Quite busy.
"It's best not to have this thing."
Just as I hung up the phone and wanted to take a closer look at the vase in my hand, suddenly a hand was put on my shoulder, followed by a cold voice.
I turned around and glanced at the speaker with some doubts.
This man was dressed very strangely.
He was covered in a black robe in the summer, and his whole face was hidden under the hood.
The words came from his mouth. .
I smiled, looked at the man in black robe and uttered: "I am in the antique business, I only care about fakes, not anything else."
I thought he might also be able to tell that these things were dug out of the ground.
Yes, he explained.
After hearing what I said, the man in black robe stopped talking and turned around to leave.
I looked at his back and scratched my head, thinking that his hand was not strong enough and the shoulder he had just patted still hurt a little.
When Wang Hu, sweating profusely, delivered the money, and the man and I handed over the money and delivered the goods, the matter was over.
Carrying a earth-blue jar, I returned to the store while shaking my cattail leaf fan.
I found a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully.
There is no doubt that it is the same as my visual inspection.
It is an object from the Warring States period, but I really don’t know what this thing is used for.
There is no pattern on this pottery pot, and the mouth of the pot is very thick, unlike ordinary ornamental pottery pots that have a narrow mouth and a round belly.
"Brother Bei, can this jar be sold?
It looks similar to our vase."
Wang Hu saw that I was still looking at the clay jar, so he came over and asked.
At this time, my mind was all on this clay pot, and I had no time to pay attention to him.
Seeing that I was possessed by a demon, Wang Hu shook his head and went to the front desk to find a plate and wipe it.
I went home early in the afternoon and told Wang Hu to call me if he had any business.
I bought such a thing at a low price today, so there is no need to waste it here anymore.
This jar is a bit strange.
On this hot day, most of the antiques in my store feel hot to the touch without a cover on, but this clay jar is still cold after looking at it all afternoon.
After returning home, I quickly closed the door and prepared to study the pot carefully.
At the very least, you need to understand its purpose, otherwise even if you resell it, you won't be able to use it.
Throughout the afternoon, except for eating, I basically observed this jar, but I didn't find anything special about it.
I found nothing else except that the jar was overall cool.
I looked up at the wall clock, it was already past ten o'clock.
I was going to wash my face and rest for a while before continuing to look around.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, all the lights in the room suddenly went out.
I was stunned, thinking that there might be something wrong with the switch, so I touched the black switch.
Walked over there.
It's not too dark in the house, because the house faces the sun, so there are still some street lights and car lights that can shine in at night.
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I don't know if it's because the weather is getting colder, or if I forgot to close the window, but I always feel a little chilly behind my back.
For no reason, even the hairs on the back of my hands stand up.
I shivered and turned on the switch with a snap.
At this time, the sound of rushing water in the bathroom reached my ears, and I frowned.
The house was newly bought, so logically there shouldn't be so many problems.
But I didn’t think much about it and attributed everything to the evil real estate developers and property owners.
I leaned on the sink and washed my face.
I looked up suddenly and suddenly found that I had long hair, and even my face was a little dark.
I was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look and found that nothing had changed.
"If I look at it again, I will see myself as a clay pot."
I laughed, but when I thought that the thing I paid 10,000 yuan could be sold for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, I felt better again. few.
I don't know why, but I have a habit.
After washing my face, I would always bring my face close to the mirror and take a closer look.
Even if it is not dirty, I would still do this.
I would stare at the skin and eyes in the mirror and take a closer look.
This time I was no exception.
I leaned close to the mirror and stared into my own eyes.
The black pupils moved back and forth in the eye sockets.
Suddenly there was a chill again, and I subconsciously touched my back.
It was very cold.
I thought to myself that I would close the window later, but just when I looked carefully at my eyes, I suddenly let out a strange scream, turned around suddenly, and went I found no one behind me.
I swallowed, yes, just now, I saw another person in my pupils.
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