Looking at Mr. Ma, Mr. Ma smiled noncommittally and raised his hand to signal Zhou Zhi to speak.

As promised before, he was here as a foil, and Zhou Zhi had to make his own decision first.

"Old man, how much does this sauce-glazed jar cost me?"

This is also an old saying in this industry. Buying and selling cannot be called buying and selling, but must be called "giving" to appear elegant.

"Are you satisfied with the regular customers?"

"Keep an eye on it. If it's suitable, I want to win it."

"Then give me this number." The old man extended a slap in the face.

"five……"

"Five hundred?" Before Zhou Zhi could finish speaking, Master Ma spoke first: "Five hundred is a little high."

Seeing the old man looking at him, Mr. Ma smiled and said, "We earn a living together, so it doesn't break the rules."

"Well, but you can't take away the five hundred, and that's not what I meant."

"What do you mean?"

"fifty thousand."

Zhou Zhi's heart was pounding, but he heard Mr. Ma say: "Old man, please stop teasing me. If this sauce-glazed jar is worth 50,000 yuan, why do you, the old criminal, come to this place to take action?"

"To tell you the truth, the entire Da Liushu ghost market does not have the kind of market you are talking about. Even if it is the Jade Emperor's treasure, it will lose its identity if it falls into the corner of Da Liushu."

"You have seen us for a long time and want to test us, right?" After speaking, he stretched out his hand and gestured with five fingers: "Actually, what you mean is five thousand?"

The old man was still pondering, but Mr. Ma said: "Old man, no matter where this thing comes from, I think it's better to get out early. If you really want to drive 5,000 yuan, we can still have a chat. Otherwise, it will waste everyone's time.

It’s not interesting.”

"Then can you give me a number?" The old man thought for a while: "The five hundred that the old customers praised before was just a joke. We will ignore it."

After speaking, he continued to lower his voice: "I know the place where this product comes from. It's a big kiln, so I won't bury it."

The rules of the ghost market are that the light does not shine on the person coming in, and the source of the goods does not matter. The old man can say this, but you can't follow up with this to find out the person's background. You can only treat it as hearing a story and continue to bargain.

"At most three thousand." After being interrupted by Mr. Ma, Zhou Zhi finally calmed down and said, "There is no hope of seeing a bright future in this blind act. We are half-buying and half-betting. How about waiting for the weather to clear up later?"

Click us to come over again, and we will recognize the five thousand by then."

"The rules of the ghost market are that you won't regret it once you make the deal. If you want to use such an excuse to get away, isn't it very authentic?"

"It's really not that interesting. It's just that what you keep saying is not worthy of the pallet." Zhou Zhi didn't care whether the old driver from the north knew the jargon of the south. He just said it to look like he was wise: "Buy for a loss, sell for a loss."

If it's three points high, we have to talk from both ends to the middle to make it happen."

The old man didn't quite understand these southern lingo, but he could probably understand the meaning: "We are all in the business, so we won't get involved too much. For four thousand eight, you two can take it as long as you can."

"Four thousand, that's all I have here."

"Where's your partner? You need to add more."

"I drive for him, and I only have two hundred dollars on me." Mr. Ma doesn't say that he and Zhou Zhi are partners anymore.

Of course the old man didn't believe it either: "Then I'll give in a little more, four thousand and five thousand. This is the bottom, we can't dig any further."

"Yes, we are all happy." Zhou Zhi shamelessly said that he had been arguing with others for so long: "Then this is the number."

Mr. Ma was carrying a leather bag. At this time, he opened the bag and counted it together. When he saw the old man giving him a strange look, Mr. Ma smiled and said, "I am the driver and also the cashier."

"Then I'll leave it to the young master's patronage." The old man accepted the money and said, "Shall I wrap the young master with newspaper and straw rope?"

"I'll do it, I don't want to trouble the old man." Zhou Zhi had put his hand on the plum vase from the moment he made the deal, and he couldn't let go at this time.

"Would you like to see something else? Look, you two still have money in your bags."

There are still a few real things in this stall, but the value is no longer high. Zhou Zhi doesn’t plan to stay at this stall any longer. After wrapping the bottle, he hugs it and stands up: “Most of the market is still open, uncle, let’s go back.

See you."

The old man waved to him and stopped talking.

After walking out of a few stalls, Zhou Zhi asked: "Master Ma?"

The voice was a little trembling.

"Well, maybe it's a big leak." Master Ma said, "If it's really Ziding, the leak is too big."

"Then let's go shopping?" Zhou Zhi suddenly felt a sense of urgency to urinate.

"Just stroll at this speed," Mr. Ma whispered, "Let's go out from the east gate and go along the outer wall to pick up the car."

"Why don't you drive to the east gate now and I'll walk there slowly?"

"It makes sense. I don't leave the market alone at the door. I just find a stall under the street lamp at the door where there are people waiting there. Do you understand?"

"knew."

"I brought Lao Kang Qinghua with me?"

"good."

After a while, the two of them got into the BJ Jeep like thieves. The old horse stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and Lao Ma smiled and said: "You can do this with your elbow, you dare to do it!"

Zhou Zhi was delighted: "Why don't you dare to do something? But if it's a fake, it will be embarrassing for us and our family."

"You have the ability to dare to strike." Lao Ma laughed and said, "You don't even know my senior brother's jokes."

"Tell me about it?"

"I have a senior brother, whose name I won't mention. He is also a repairman of cultural relics in the Forbidden City." Lao Ma said with a smile: "One time, my senior brother told me that he knew all the characteristics and details of the porcelain of the third and third dynasties of the Qing Dynasty.

Once he is clear about it, no one can deceive him."

"I made a bet with him. I said you would go to the Panjiayuan stall and identify a piece of three-generation porcelain and come back, and I would treat you to him."

"Then he really went and came back crying."

"why?"

"Because I came back empty-handed, I didn't dare to make a move."

Zhou Zhi couldn't help but wonder: "Your senior brother, you must be at least a researcher, right? Can you still recognize the porcelain of the third generation of the Qing Dynasty?"

"The reason is very simple." Master Ma took control of the steering wheel: "Everything in the museum is real. As a researcher, when talking about details and characteristics, of course it is clear and logical. But when I arrived at Panjiayuan, everything I saw was mixed, specious, and everything was different.

Everything looks real, but everything doesn’t look real. When there are too many interfering factors, I’m dumbfounded!”

"Hahaha..." Zhou Zhi laughed: "But it's easy for them to practice it. Nowadays, more and more people just catch one or two characteristics and think they are all good at it. They buy fake products and even challenge you that they are real and you have to let them go.

I admit that his goods are genuine. I participated in Uncle Fei's 'Citizen Auction' appraisal at Gongmei and encountered this..."

"Experts have to communicate with experts." Mr. Ma said seriously: "Civil scientists say that rocket ignition is to first charge the powder, then insert the twister, and then touch the match to ignite. They can also formulate the gunpowder and make the twister, but they can also explain it clearly.

If a real rocket expert has to fight with these people, he will lose from the moment he fights."

"Hahahahaha..." Zhou Zhi held his belly and laughed and slumped in the passenger seat: "Master Ma, you are humorous enough and you couldn't tell it when we first met... Huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"There seems to be a car behind us that has been following us for a long time."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, it's a white Daihatsu. Aren't all the Daihatsus on the BJ floor yellow? I noticed this white one when I first entered the market, and now it's following us again."

"I'll stop on the side of the road."
Chapter completed!