Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

When Lin Ran looked at it at first, he just felt it was a little different. He thought it was night and he was mistaken.

However, it is now basically certain that they are Yongle blue and white ceramic tiles.

As an ancient ceramic tile, the price is not high, only about two hundred yuan.

But the research is of great value.

Lin Ran put down the tiles in his hands, and just when he was about to ask the price, the stall owner looked at him and asked, "I wonder how much you want?"

Lin Ran immediately replied: "The market price is 200 yuan."

The stall owner laughed, "Haha, little brother really knows the goods."

Before he could counter-offer, the stall owner said: "Since we are destined, if you sincerely want this tile, you can take it away directly for a hundred dollars, okay?"

Lin Ran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the price.

It seems that this stall owner is just as I expected, he is a unique stall owner.

He stopped counter-offering and said, "Okay, 100 yuan is 100 yuan."

It can be seen that the boss sincerely wanted to sell it to him and directly gave him a reserve price.

One-handed payment and one-handed delivery.

After receiving the money from Lin Ran, the stall owner took out a black cloth bag and put the tiles in it.

"Your hand." The stall owner handed the goods to Lin and then said suddenly.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, you are a veteran, right?" the stall owner said suddenly.

Lin Ran was noncommittal and said with a smile: "I just like antiques."

"That's not what I'm talking about." The stall owner stared at Lin Ran coldly.

Could it be that he saw that he was also a local master?

Otherwise, why would you ask this?

He will not reveal his identity to his boss now, who knows who he is, so he can avoid a lot of trouble.

He glanced at the boss, shook his head, and pretended to be stupid: "I don't understand what you mean."

I wanted to see how my boss would react before I could make other excuses.

No matter what the boss’s purpose is?After all, the identity of Tufuzi is not a glorious thing. If you tell it, you will probably be targeted by others.

Especially in the ghost market.

The stall owner lowered his head and thought for a while, but at this moment, another customer came up to ask the price.

He glanced at Lin Ran and probably wouldn't reveal his identity, but just glared at him.

Then he went to greet other guests.

Lin Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

The stall owners in the ghost market were much more professional than the stall owners during the day. He glanced at the calluses on his hands, but he couldn't understand how the stall owner could tell that he was a local master.

Isn't that what it means?

But forget it, now is not the time to think about such things.

Lin Ran held the black bag containing ceramic tiles in his hand and walked towards the depths of the ghost market.

Although there were not many stalls, he picked up a treasure as soon as he entered the door, which gave Lin Ran great confidence.

If you want to sell the ceramic tiles in your hands, the current price will be more than 200 yuan at most.

But if it is handed over to a museum, especially the Nanling Museum, the research value will be high.

For the time being, I'd better keep it in my own hands for safekeeping.

Lin Ran was basically certain that this was the real thing.

I'm just still thinking about the boss's question just now.

These tiles should have been taken from ancient tombs. In fact, during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, many people dug tiles, but they did not dare to sell them. If they were caught, they would be beheaded.

During this period, Dabaoen Temple experienced three disasters. There must have been people fishing in troubled waters, secretly taking tiles and colored glaze home for collection.

As long as they don't put it up for sale, the officials basically won't be able to find anyone, and they can only find ways to repair it themselves.

Therefore, this may not necessarily be the tiles from the Yongle period, but may also be a substitute that was filled in later.

But no matter what, these are the blue and white ceramic tiles of Dabaoen Temple. Take them back and study them before making a conclusion.

Buying it for 100 yuan is definitely not a loss.

After communicating with another customer, the stall owner did not reach any agreement.

The stall owner drove the customer away with a cold face, and then looked at the crowd.

There were not too many people at night. He wanted to look for Lin Ran, but he had disappeared.

"Interesting guy." The stall owner had a smile on his face and looked very happy.

Lin Ran was led to another stall at this time to watch.

This stall owner is much more professional than the previous stall owner. There are many things on the stall, and it looks like they were recovered from the countryside.

And he is very good at acting, pretending to be embarrassed and bargaining with customers.

Lin Ran felt like laughing in his heart. It was indeed a mixed bag.

Some stall owners are really showing off their talents when setting up stalls and should join the entertainment industry. He finally understood why so many Internet celebrities were born from the grassroots. It turns out that the masters are among the people.

Because he picked up the first piece of treasure, Lin Ran planned to continue shopping to see if he could find other valuable antiques.

What's a pity is that after shopping for most of the time, I didn't see any interesting antiques.

That’s not to say that there aren’t genuine products on the ghost market. In fact, there are quite a few genuine products.

But there are not many of them that are valuable. They are basically collections from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. They seem a bit cheap among your own collections and have little value for donation.

This does not affect his mood to continue visiting the ghost market. The guarantee task has been completed, and the rest are bonus points.

He was walking around the market when he suddenly saw some people gathered around a stall.

In the ghost market at night, this kind of scene is rare. It may be that there is a good product and everyone is appreciating it.

Lin Ran quietly came to the stall. Although there were many people, it was not as crowded as Panjiayuan during the day.

He stood behind the crowd and saw a broken vase.

The stall owner was arguing with a customer.

"This kind of thing again?"

Lin Ran felt speechless. He had seen it once during the day, but he didn't expect to see it again at night.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly looked back.

Suddenly, I felt that the world was really small, because the stall owner who was quarreling with me was the middle-aged woman I saw during the day.

But he didn't bring his child with him.

Lin Rangang was about to disappear into the crowd, but was recognized by the woman.

"Hey, you're not the one during the day."

Lin Ran turned around and glanced back at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman directly pulled Lin Ran to the stall owner.

"You are really a destroyer of cultural relics." Lin Ran smiled bitterly.

The stall owner looked at Lin Ran inexplicably: "What? Are you her companion?"

"I don't know." Lin Ran replied directly and shook off the woman's hand.

Unexpectedly, the woman started crying: "Little brother, you have to help me."

"Help you?" Lin Ran frowned. Although he hated this woman, he softened his heart again when he saw several burly men standing next to the stall owner, looking like they were unwilling to give up. "What are you doing again?" What did you do?"

His tone was a little impatient.

A pile of broken pieces on the floor of the stall owner said: "She broke this precious vase. I asked her to pay 200 yuan, but she refused."

The reason was explained directly.