"Nope." A very painful voice rang out.

Han Peacock suddenly put his mind at ease, this is Pengcheng, Qin Mingyue is in the Demon Capital, and Qin Mingyue's home seems to be also in the Demon Capital, so Qin Mengyue and Qin Mingyue's names are only similar, and they should have nothing to do with each other.

Han Peacock walked out of the house with confidence, and he smiled evilly as he walked, it would be good if Qin Mengyue was Qin Mingyue's sister.

Thinking that he had known Qin Mingyue for a few years, he hadn't touched her little hand, at most, Qin Mingyue stepped across his arm.

If Qin Mengyue was Qin Mingyue's sister, I don't know what kind of expression would she have if Qin Mingyue knew that she had molested her sister?

Han Peacock walked out of the community refreshed, and after making a fuss for so long, it was only six o'clock in the morning.

Since Miaoqian Street is not far from the current location of Dong's cellar, this office has been crowded recently, and now it simply exhibits an antique trading market.

It's just that the trading market is very short and irregular, and it usually dissolves completely by 8 o'clock in the morning.

In the morning of the event, Han Peacock felt a little hungry, so he directly ate a pound of fried dough sticks at a street stall and drank a bowl of soy milk before walking into Miaoqian Street.

It seems that all the antique streets are so cookie-cutter, the so-called bronzes that are as thin as the skin of green onions, the ancient porcelain that is as bright as new, and the copper coins of all kinds of rotten streets.

In addition to these, this place is a bit special, even if it is a used book stall, there are obviously many more used book stalls here than on the Modu Antique Street.

Han Peacock slowly walked inward, selling porcelain, ancient jade, and bronze. Han Peacock didn't stay at all, only some stalls selling wood carvings, calligraphy and paintings. He only paused for a moment.

Although there are a lot of bookstalls here, but the things sold are also very strange, except for some printed copies handed down from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, there are many magazines, such as Youth Digest and other magazines, of course, these are expired, because people sell antiques. Naturally, you can't sell what has just been published.

Finally, Han Peacock appeared with an old book, which is a thread-bound Water Margin, looking at the book cover, it should be said that there are years of things.

"Young man, look at my books, they're all old books." An old man saw Han Peacock respected. Immediate warm greeting.

Han Peacock didn't answer, he looked directly at the stall, and after flipping through a few magazines, Han Peacock picked up the Water Margin.

"Oops! Be careful, that old book is very fragile, who is it if you accidentally break it? "The boss looked at Han Peacock so carelessly. Speak immediately.

Han Peacock glanced at the boss, if this is really a treasure, why doesn't he let himself go?

"This is the version of the Zhongyi Water Margin, the Jiajing period, which is very precious. Be careful. The old man said with a sense of urgency.

Han Peacock was just about to open it to take a look, when he heard the boss's advice. As soon as he told him this, Han Peacock's heart directly cooled.

The ancient version of the Jiajing period, he would put it on the stall so casually? And also no protections have been imposed?

With vigilance, Han Peacock didn't open it, he directly put the book back on the bookshelf, and looked at the epidermis carefully, so he had a problem.

This so-called Jiajing version of the Zhongyi Water Margin is definitely fake, because there are obvious traces of water invasion on it, if Han Peacock is most familiar with something, it is naturally water, so after he raised his vigilance, he immediately had a problem.

How do you make the cover the same as an ancient book?

In fact, it is very simple, use the vinegar of five pure water bottle caps, add a disposable water cup, fill it with tap water, spray it evenly on the cover, place it in a cool place to dry, repeat it four to five times, wait for it to become light yellow, take the alkaline surface and spread it on the cover, in order to neutralize the acidity, go to the smell of acetic acid, such an ancient book appeared.

Seeing Han Peacock put the book down, a trace of disappointment flashed in the boss's eyes.

"Don't be so careful, it's not that fragile, just be careful, it's okay to open it and see, young man, take a closer look, it's a really good thing." The stall owner immediately began to save.

Han Peacock said: "Forget it, I can't keep such ancient books, you should keep them and sell them to those professional book lovers!" ”

The old man is going to scold his mother in his heart, will those professional old guys buy him this?

No matter what the old man thought, Han Peacock wouldn't give him a chance to entangle, so he stood up and left.

Han Peacock shook his head while walking, the things here are far worse than those in the Demon Capital Antique Street, and the people's hearts are darker, if he is not vigilant, as long as he turns the book, he may be in trouble.

People have reminded that it is an ancient book, if you turn it and the pages are damaged, then who is it?

Thinking that Han Peacock is an outsider at first glance, and he doesn't look like a rich and powerful young man, he is the target of their fraud, too young and has no money, too old and experienced, and he is not a reasonable candidate for porcelain.

Looking at the lackluster things on the side of the road, Han Peacock was about to be disappointed, but after he went deep into Miaoqian Street, there were gradually more people here, and the things on the stalls also changed.

"Gold and silverware? Interesting. ”

Han Peacock looked at the gold and silver artifacts that slowly appeared on some stalls, and there was already a smile in his eyes, it seemed that the current gold and silver artifacts had begun to affect Peng Cheng.

However, Han Peacock was soon disappointed, the silverware he saw was all too rough in workmanship, and there was no essence of Song Dynasty gold and silverware at all, and even some of them were stainless steel products at all, which was also too unprofessional.

However, soon Han Peacock adjusted his mood, and I don't need to dwell on this.

It's just that when some people see these things, will they vomit blood in anger?

Han Peacock walked quickly, there was nothing to see anyway, so it was better for him to go fishing as soon as possible.

Just as Han Peacock wanted to leave, he accidentally saw that there was something very special on a stall.

Han Peacock hesitated slightly, then stopped, he went over to look, this is also a booksstand, but he still has some ink ingots here.

"Boss, how do you sell this ink?" Han Peacock reads that there are a lot of ink ingots on the bookstall, so he doesn't talk nonsense and goes straight to the point.

"Look at which piece we are negotiating." The boss also thought it was an old man, but this was an old man who was wearing a Mao suit and looked more educated.

Han Peacock glanced at it casually and said, "I think it's all about the same, you just say a price, and it's suitable for me to buy a few pieces." ”

"I'm all Gu Mo, the price is not cheap, how many dollars do you want to buy, young man?" The stall owner said.

Han Peacock smiled: "Gu Mo? Ancient ink in 1994? ”

The stall owner said: "That is an imitation of Tang Mo, if you are optimistic, two hundred yuan a ingot." ”

"Okay, I just want you to imitate Tang Mo, you pick it out, it's Tang Mo, I want it all." Han Peacock directly took out 10,000 yuan from his body, 200 yuan a ingot, and 10,000 yuan can buy 50 yuan.

When the stall owner saw that Han Peacock was going to move seriously, he was immediately stunned, and then his face was full of chrysanthemums: "The young man originally liked Tang Mo?" In fact, I am all Tang Mo, but there are modern imitations, some of them are from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and some are from the Tang and Song dynasties."

Han Peacock directly interrupted the boss's words and said: "I can't afford the ancient ones, I just want the modern ones, even if you sell them to me at a low price, it can only be a waste, I use it myself." ”

"Young man, tell you the truth, I bought these inks for others, not for sale, you see otherwise, I have a total of thirty pieces of ink here, of which modern imitations account for the majority, in this way, I will charge you 10,000 yuan, you take all these inks, you have earned, you must know my ancient ink"

"Okay, okay, this is 10,000 yuan, you can take a good look at it, and by the way, wrap all this ink for me." Han Peacock threw the money to the stall owner, and he himself picked up an ink ingot.

He was not mistaken, this is a fine oil smoke ink block, in 1994 successfully developed a new Hui ink product, this ink is in the Ming and Qing Dynasty ink formula and techniques on the basis of refining, using the latest design of the ink-making process, the selection of fine pure tung oil smoke, "spring and winter shrinkage" sizing material, with musk, borneol and other precious accessories refined, is the traditional oil smoke calligraphy and painting ink of the replacement products.

The calligraphy and painting created with this ink has unique performance, the burnt ink is not astringent, the thick ink is dark and purple, the light ink does not float, the ink level is clear and natural, compared with the traditional oil smoke calligraphy and painting, there are also the significant characteristics of "thin section, silent research, easy ink".

It can be said that it is a very good ink, of course, this is not comparable to some ancient ink, otherwise, Han Peacock would not be able to buy these thirty ingots of ink at a price of a little more than three hundred.

The boss counted the money, and Han Peacock picked up more than 30 ink ingots that were packed into a woven bag and folded them directly to the small park.

On the way, Han Peacock saw Shi Lei not far away, he just nodded to Han Peacock, and walked into a street store.

When Han Peacock appeared in the small park, the remains of the woven bag in his hand disappeared, but there were two more small Maza in his hand.

Walking into the small square, Han Peacock saw that there were many people gathered here.

"Xiao Liu is here? You can't do this, you see I've done two businesses, and you're here, so you can't make any money. Old Yang smiled with a wrinkled face.

"You are Master Liu?" A young man approached.

Han Peacock found a place not far from Old Man Yang, sat down, and said, "Something to do with me?" Even if I hang three times a day, if I need it, I have to do my best. ”

"You kid watch too much TV? Someone is looking for you to look at your face, you can steal your own fun, and you are only hanging three, wake up! Old Yang Tou sneered on the side.

Han Peacock smiled: "How can my great youth be wasted here?" So it's only three hangings a day, and it's not sure that you don't want money, but you can give a reward if you calculate it. ”

"You cow, but those who play personality are starving to death, you can do it yourself!" Old man Yang has business coming to the door again.

And Han Peacock said to the young man: "Are you the relative of the tumor on the liver yesterday?" ”

"Master," the young man looked shocked, "do you know that my father has a tumor on his liver?" This is the money my dad asked me to make up for you. ”

As he spoke, the young man handed Han Peacock two hundred yuan.

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