pappabearbooks Chapter 570 Strange Inkstone
Chapter 570 Strange Inkstone
In the future, when telephone communications become more developed, you can consider running a takeout business.
Lin Ran secretly wrote down this consumer demand. He did not plan to open two stores in the capital, which would distract their customer base.
Walking in the Liuyunbao Market, stallholders were everywhere introducing their products, and from time to time, customers could be heard haggling over prices, speaking with accents from various places, and the scene was extremely lively.have
Lin Ran's ability to identify treasures was obviously better than others. He could tell whether many goods were genuine or fake just by looking at them.
Sure enough, as he thought, most of them were fakes.
To be precise, it should be something that was only made in the past two years. You can buy a lot of this kind of items in their handicraft store, but their prices are about the same. It seems that these stall owners have some conscience.
It turns out that hawking works.
Right in front of Lin Ran, a middle-aged man who looked very rich bought an imitation Song Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase from the stall owner for a high price of 50 yuan, and left happily.
Apparently, he thought he was lucky and had a smile on his face.
Of course, Lin Ran would not try to stir up trouble. He had no grudges with the stall owner. It was the customers' own problem if others saw it.
"There are more and more people who want to make a living in this business." Lin Ran watched him leave with a smile, and the stall owner focused on Lin Ran.
"Little brother, do you also want to buy blue and white porcelain?"
"No need, there's something wrong with your patterns." Lin Ran said lightly, stood up and left.
I only heard the boss scolding me from behind: "Child, don't understand and don't talk nonsense, you are uneducated."
They are both in the capital, but the stall owners in Liuyunbao City have completely different personalities from the stall owners in Panjiayuan and Liulichang.
This is also the key to Liuyunbao City’s ability to stand out from similar products.
When you come here to buy things, the prices will be relatively fair, unlike in Panjiayuan, where if you don't have a little discernment, you will be tricked to death.
He shuttled among the crowd, seemingly walking aimlessly, but in fact his attention was entirely focused on the stalls on both sides.
Suddenly, he noticed a stall.
The stall in front of me looks very ordinary, with scattered items placed on the low stone table.
The boss's characteristics are also very distinctive. He has a mustache and a black mole directly above his mouth. His figure is also very thin, but he does not look sickly, and his sharp eyes reveal a shrewdness.
He did not shout loudly like other stall owners, but sat quietly.
When he saw Lin Ran approaching, he stood up.
"Little brother, just take a look. The things I have at the stall are all raw." He said simply.
This sentence shows that he is an expert.
The so-called raw pit is a jargon in the antique world, which refers to newly unearthed objects.
Lin Ran responded, his eyes scanning the objects on the stall.
Finally, it landed on an inkstone.
The inkstone in front of me is three centimeters high, square, and about eight centimeters long and wide. It looks larger than an ordinary inkstone.
The whole body was pitch black and reflected a greasy sheen, making it look dirty.
"Can I take a look?" Lin Ran asked politely.
After getting permission from the stall owner, Lin Ran picked up the inkstone and weighed it in his hand. It was quite heavy.
He suddenly realized something. From an angle that the boss couldn't see, he lightly scratched the inkstone with his finger.
Sure enough, just as he thought, the outer layer of the inkstone was soft and easily left a shallow scratch.
Looks like it should be some kind of rubber compound.
He had a guess in his mind and asked: "Boss, how can I sell this inkstone?"
In fact, just now, the boss was looking at Lin Ran carefully.
Generally, when appreciating an inkstone, you will look at it from the inside.
And he is like a layman, focusing only on the outside.
After Lin Ran got money, he also changed into better clothes, which immediately attracted the attention of the stall owner.
He secretly guessed that Lin Ran was just an ordinary young man who knew nothing about appraisals.
This kind of person is a rare fat sheep in the market.
He immediately smiled and said: "Little brother, do you want this inkstone? To be honest, I just dug this inkstone from the ancestral grave in the countryside."
"Are you still digging your own ancestral graves?" Lin Ran asked with a surprised look on his face.
But he was obviously pretending to be surprised. He knew very well that the guy in front of him must have been collected from the countryside.
Because the goods on his stall were uneven, inconsistent with the dynasties, and of various types, they obviously did not look like the funerary objects in a tomb.
"Our ancestors didn't want us to live a hard life either," the stall owner said with a smile.
"Then you may be disappointed." Lin Ran then changed to a regretful expression, "In my opinion, this is just an inkstone made of asphalt, and it is still so old. If you want it to appreciate in value, I will have to wait until the year of the monkey."
Lin Ran was originally a pick-up person, so of course he would not make a mistake.
What the stall owner said just now was clearly an attempt to raise the price on purpose.
The stall owner was shocked. The young master in front of him was a little different.
He was planning how to cover up his lie, but Lin Ran had already said: "Boss, let me tell you the truth. In fact, I just want to practice calligraphy, but I am a novice and require a large amount of ink, so I saw such a large amount of ink." Inkstone, I just want to ask about the price.”
"If the price is right, I will buy it. If it is too expensive, forget it. I might as well buy two ordinary inkstones." Lin Ran said, putting the inkstone back on the stall.
They are both businessmen, can Lin Ran still spoil him?
But his words made the boss instantly unhappy.
"Nonsense! How can my inkstone be made of asphalt?!" the boss argued.
"What is it if it's not asphalt?" Lin Ran asked.
The boss was speechless for a moment, hesitating for a long time, and then said: "How can asphalt be so hard!"
"Asphalt has this kind of hardness. If you don't believe it, just look at the roads in Beijing, which are all made of asphalt." Lin Ran laughed. He didn't expect that the stall owner in front of him was so unlearned and unskilled. He was far worse than Pan Jiayuan.
He doesn’t even have basic knowledge of literature and entertainment.
Seeing that the boss couldn't answer, Lin Dao continued: "Most inkstones are made of asphalt, and in my opinion, this thing is not an antique. I just want a big inkstone to practice calligraphy. As for the material, There are no requirements, as long as it works, how about you give me a price?"
The boss suddenly realized that he had guessed wrong. The young master in front of him was not an ignorant person.
Lin Ran also understood the truth behind the negotiation and pursued the victory: "I guess your inkstone has been placed here for some time. You can see that the ashes on the inkstone have turned into mud."
"Look, how many young people are still practicing calligraphy now? And those bosses who like to collect pens, ink, paper and inkstones, can they take a fancy to this broken inkstone? If they don't sell it, forget it."
Lin Ran gestured to leave.
The corner of the boss's mouth was twitching, and Lin Ran's guess was almost entirely wrong.