Rebirth to 80s: I Raised the World’s Richest Man

Panjiayuan can be said to be a gathering place for lovers of entertainment in Beijing.

Regular ghost markets, underground small auctions are too numerous to mention.

Those with economic strength will open an antique shop in it, and more are all kinds of stalls. At this time, a layer of cloth is spread on it, and some porcelain, copper coins, jade, and wood carvings are placed on it. This is a stall. .

In the winter in the capital, the teeth are chattering, but the Panjiayuan is still very lively. The street stall owners are wearing green military cotton jackets, scarves, cotton hats, cotton gloves, and their legs are still bouncing non-stop. But still eager to sell.

The pure Beijing movie made Jiang Mu feel as if it was a lifetime away.

In her previous life, this place almost became her second home. In order to please her grandfather who likes antiques, she followed the old professor to learn antique identification and restoration.

The old professor has a hobby and likes the sense of accomplishment of picking up leaks.

His educational philosophy is that you must have more experience and get started in order to accumulate enough experience.

The business of antiques relies more on experience than pure theoretical knowledge.

This kind of shouting is too familiar, but the surrounding layout and furnishings, as well as the surrounding antique shops, make her a little unfamiliar. It turned out that the earlier Panjiayuan turned out to be like this.

Some are familiar, some are unfamiliar, some are excited, and some are looking forward to.

Jiang Mu squeezed directly into the crowd.

Wen Yan's movements were faster, and he couldn't stay with Pan Jiayuan. He was either studying or staring at the construction of a private museum for the first half of the semester. The rest of the time was spent on the restoration of antiques, like such a big antique. The trading market, he hadn't visited for too long.

Seeing such a scene, such an atmosphere, how could he bear it!

Compared to Wen Yan's impatience, Jiang Mu wandered more casually, walking past stall after stall, listening carefully to the various sounds around him.

Some bargain, some introduce the object in hand, and some talk about the origin of the object, which is also mixed with a lot of English, and there are many international friends here.

However, these international friends are basically looking at porcelain, who made Huaxia's English name China, and China also means porcelain.

What these foreigners like most is porcelain.

However, not all stall owners can understand English, and not all foreigners can speak Chinese, and then another industry has grown in Panjiayuan—translation.

One trip back and forth can earn you 180 yuan. In 1989, this was a beautiful job, and it was also a job that translators liked very much.

"5,000 knives, not less than a cent, look at this fineness, the chicken is crowing on its neck, and it is full of energy! This is the authentic Doucai chicken cup, which is dedicated to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the royal wine cup, an absolute antique! "

The stall owner gave a thumbs up and introduced enthusiastically.

The foreign man shook his head and stretched out a slap. The translation brother immediately understood: "500 knives, we only pay 500 knives!"

How could the stall owner agree? The difference between thirty-five and three-thousand-five should not be too much.

"It's hard to come across a fat sheep, how can you not slaughter it fiercely?"

Jiang Mu heard the other party's muttering clearly, and couldn't help twitching her mouth. Sure enough, Pan Jiayuan was still the same Pan Jiayuan. Seeing this stall owner made her feel like she came here in her previous life.

Whether it is the stall owner or the boss, it is absolutely a big fudge.

As the saying goes, three years without opening, opening for three years!

However, foreigners are not vegetarians. How can they be so easily fooled if they can do business in Huaxia?

"$5,000 is a good deal, really! After this village, there is no such shop. You can buy an authentic chicken pot for $5,000, which is a rare good thing!"

The stall owner continued to lobby.

Who knows, at this time the foreigner said, "I got you! Do you think I'm a fool?"

The stall owner: "...Chinese can be spoken quite smoothly, and it is still an authentic Beijing film."

Jiang Mu tried her best to hold back her laughter, but her bright almond eyes had already turned into crescents, and she didn't laugh out loud.

There were already customers laughing unkindly around. The owner of the nearby stall was drinking hot water directly from a large tea jar, while pinching his waist and laughing, it was really a magic sound piercing his ears.

"I said you bought that chicken pot for three months, right? Why are you so persistent? Is it not good to change to a blue-and-white porcelain, plain tri-color, pastel, or enamel? Why do you have to die for this fighting-color chicken pot? "

"No, your chicken pot cup is too... what the heck, you said that such a high-quality customer, as long as you are reliable, you can make this order!"

The stall owner couldn't bear his face, and waved to these familiar stall owners with a cold face, "Stop! What should I do? Don't make trouble!"

Jiang Mu stared at the brightly colored chicken pot. In fact, the two stall owners who had just approached were right. This chicken pot looked perfect from the outside.

Whether it is seen from the tire glaze or the pattern on the cup body, it is almost perfect to impeccable.

Just because it's so perfect, it looks so fake.

It's so perfect that it's unreal. Even a novice who has just entered the industry can see at a glance that it's fake. If you take it out to fool foreigners, you won't be able to get out.

However, Jiang Mu stared at the lines of this chicken pot, the vivid rooster on it, and the beautiful colors, and always felt that this chicken pot was unusual.

"Boss, can I take a look at this chicken pot?"

The stall owner who had just been laughed at immediately was in high spirits and put the chicken pot cup on the stall before Jiang Mu picked it up.

As soon as she started, she could feel a warm breath coming. In the cold winter, it was very comfortable. It was a kind of tenderness that was difficult to express in words.

Jiang Mu was still a little skeptical just now, but as soon as he got started, he was immediately sure that this chicken pot should be real.

"Boss, how do you sell this? Don't tell me it's $5,000."

The boss is not embarrassed, "5,000 yuan."

This chicken pot was originally charged for 100 yuan. I thought I could fool a few fat sheep, but it has been three months and it still hasn't been sold.

The stall owner doesn't want to keep it anymore. Facts have proved that it is impossible to use this chicken pot to fool the little sheep. It is better to take action as soon as possible.

"I bought it for 4,000 yuan, and I quite like the pattern on it." Jiang Mu's acting skills were already perfect, and at this time, he could hold back his expression and bargain with the other party.

"4800!"

"4200."

The stall owner gritted his teeth, and a cold wind burrowed in like this, "Cough-cough - compromise, 4500, you can take it."

"make a deal."

Pay, pay, move in one go.

The stall owner was very interesting, and put the chicken pot cup directly into the small dark wooden box, and handed it to her after it was installed, so as not to accidentally break it.

As soon as the wooden box started, Jiang Mu felt a more comfortable breath than before. She suppressed the thought of wanting to find out, put the backpack on her chest and carried it on her back, and continued to walk.

The more goodies she can find, the more houses she can choose from.

For the first time, Jiang Mu swept the stalls as if he had been beaten.

However, her luck is not so good next, it may be that her luck today has been used up at the beginning.

After seeing more than a dozen stalls in a row, I also bought a few small items, and the price is definitely not too much.

However, she is not greedy, she is still strolling around, and it is also a kind of enjoyment for her to be able to browse various antique stalls so leisurely.

In the huge Panjiayuan, the emotion of learning to please others in the previous life completely dissipated.

It's not for anyone, it's her hobby, her hobby.

"Jiang Mu, why are you here?" A surprised voice came.