As they talked, several people came to a place where people gathered. One of the Taoist priests set up a large stall, with many people surrounding it. It looked very lively.

"Let's go here and have a look."

Jiang Ge's eyes flashed and he led everyone over. There were many antiques in this stall, which were obviously different from those selling mutton heads.

"Go away, you're blocking the road."

Suddenly a figure forced him away and stared at him, "What are you looking at? If you don't want to buy it, don't stand in front of him."

The speaker was a slender, horse-faced man. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to greet an old man behind him respectfully, "President Peng, please come this way!"

It's actually Peng Jinyuan?

Jiang Ge was a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet this guy.

"Boss, let us deal with this guy, but he doesn't understand the rules."

Seeing their boss being frustrated, Qin Zhan and the others couldn't stand it any longer. They grinned and sneered, swinging their arms to beat him.

Jiang Ge quickly stopped, "It's not necessary, it's just to give up the position. Let's just change positions."

This time he was here for business, and he didn't intend to cause trouble.

"Oh, it's Appraiser Jiang. How can we meet each other in life?"

Only then did Peng Jinyuan realize that it was Jiang Ge, and he immediately put on a posture. The last time he suffered a loss was so fresh in his memory. Not only did he lose face in the Antiques Association, but he also lost a lot of profits.

This grudge caused him to have sores on his mouth recently.

"Vice President Peng, what a fate!" Jiang Ge also said perfunctorily.

"You mean you are trying to pick up the leaks. I wonder what Jiang Da's appraiser is looking at?" Peng Jinyuan smiled and looked harmless.

"Didn't you just come? It's not too late." Jiang Ge waved his hand.

"Well, how about we get together?"

"No need, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch your eye with my small family."

Jiang Ge refused directly, what a joke, wasn't this inviting a wolf into the house? How could he not know what the other party was planning.

"Well, I wish you good luck." Peng Jinyuan pretended not to care, was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Ge, and took a look.

"This Taoist Three Treasures Ruyi is good, I want it."

He pointed to a piece of jade glass.

Here Jiang Ge also found an empty seat and began to look at the things on the stall. When he opened his red eyes, he instantly discovered several items shrouded in the aura of time.

One was a Taoist scripture, the other was a compass, and a few inkstones, but what caught his attention the most was the "Eighteen Levels of Hell", a long, yellowed picture that was folded.

Only the introductory pictures of the Tongue Pulling Hell and the Scissors Hell are revealed, the pictures are lifelike, and there are also some overviews of Taoist scriptures.

This is good stuff.

Jiang Ge remained calm. He first picked up a volume of Taoist scriptures and browsed it. This was also one of the ancient objects, a copy of "Huang Ting Jing". However, the book was old and even a little tattered. Even the author's name was blurred, leaving only

A word Wu.

"Boss, how can I sell this Taoist scripture?"

"It just so happens that my grandfather likes this kind of Taoist classics and wants to buy them back for him."

He pretended to be a dutiful son and fiddled with books casually.

"You can just look at it and give it to me. This volume has been here for a long time and has been bitten by mice."

The middle-aged Taoist priest didn't seem to care about the book at all and didn't even glance at it.

"Then five hundred yuan!" Jiang Ge reluctantly quoted a price.

"Five hundred yuan is not enough, at least a thousand yuan. I heard that this book is very old and it is an antique after all."

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head. The Taoist scriptures were not very valuable, and he did not dare to quote a high price.

"One thousand yuan, just a book, so expensive."

Jiang Ge pretended to be unwilling and gritted his teeth, "Forget it, I bought it for grandpa, so I'll consider it a loss."

Having said that, Jiang Ge was very happy in his heart. If he had read correctly, the notes in this Taoist scripture were very similar to Wu Chengen's notes, because he had seen the original copy of "Journey to the West" in the museum.

Wu Chengen is a famous writer. Although his works are not as valuable as those of writers like Tang Bohu and Du Fu, the price is still only a thousand yuan. It must be a huge profit.

After quickly paying the money, Jiang Ge pretended to be interested in a piece of jade and spent more than a thousand. Finally, he laid his eyes on the "Eighteen Levels of Hell" and asked, "Boss, can I open it and take a look?"

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"Of course you can, but this place is a bit crowded, so you have to be careful."

The boss frowned as he looked at the crowd of customers around him.

"Okay, don't worry it won't be damaged."

Jiang Ge motioned to Liu Fei and others to help open it. A few people held it, and the scroll was unfolded instantly. Jiang Ge was very satisfied with the lifelike painting on it.

Although this painting is a bit scary, the painter is good. It seems to have been painted by a Taoist master. It is full of religious atmosphere and vividly shows the horror of the eighteen levels of hell.

"Hey, this painting is nice and interesting!"

At this time, Peng Jinyuan couldn't help but come over and noticed the difference in the pictures. Some guests around him were also admiring it.

Whether a painting has value or not, everyone still has some level of appreciation.

"Boss, how can I sell this painting? I really like it."

Before Jiang Ge could inquire about the price, Peng Jinyuan intercepted Hu directly and asked about the price.

"this…"

The Taoist priest was not stupid. When he saw that Peng Jinyuan was acting like a rich man, he doubled the price he had originally planned and said hesitantly, "Thirty thousand yuan."

"Thirty thousand yuan, I want it!" Peng Jinyuan decided in one decision, not giving Jiang Ge a chance to think about it.

"Wait, I haven't spoken yet."

Jiang Ge was a little angry. He was the first to fall in love with this painting. What Peng Jinyuan did was too much.

So he said directly, "I bid 60,000."

He doubled the price directly.

"Sixty thousand?"

Peng Jinyuan was stunned. This kind of thing usually has limited value. The price of 60,000 is a bit high. However, this painting is still a high-quality painting. He is not going to give it up. "80,000!"

"One hundred and sixty thousand!"

Without thinking, Jiang Ge doubled the amount again, calming everyone down.

"Jiang Ge, you did it on purpose, right? It's just a Taoist painting, and it's not Tang Bohu's famous work. Is it worth so much money? Forget it, since you want it I'll give it to you."

Helpless, Peng Jinyuan felt that this painting was not worth much money, and it was not worthwhile to continue fighting. According to his estimation, if a customer could pay 200,000 yuan for this kind of painting, it would be a big deal.

"Okay, congratulations to this gentleman, 160,000 yuan is yours."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was very happy. He didn't expect that a useless painting could be sold for so much money.

So he kindly explained, "This painting has actually been passed down for a long time. The painting that the seniors brought with them when they went down the mountain to sing sermons is already hundreds of years old."

"Oh, I just like this kind of connotation."

Jiang Ge nodded. In his opinion, the Taoist priest was wrong. The history of this painting must be more than a hundred years.

However, the source should be correct. The so-called chanting refers to the chanting of dead practitioners in the countryside. This further proves that this is a regular Taoist item, but he does not know who painted it, and he did not see the name on it.

After paying the money, Jiang Ge lost interest in staying any longer and asked people to carefully put away the painting.

"Hmph, a picture of breaking through the eighteen levels of hell can cost 160,000 yuan. It's really a lot of money and no place to spend it."

I was a little unhappy when I saw Jiang Ge taking pictures of Peng Jinyuan, but I didn't regret it either.

Just then an old man with a white beard came over,

"Young man, can you show me this painting of yours?"

"It's inappropriate, I've already asked someone to put it away." Jiang Ge pointed to the painting that had been rolled up by Liu Fei.

"It's like this. I am the director of a private museum, specializing in collecting some religious documents and cultural products. I see that your painting is very old and has a very ancient atmosphere. I am very interested in it. You can rest assured that it will not be damaged." The old man said.

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"Okay then." Jiang Ge nodded and asked someone to unfold the scroll.

The old man hurriedly watched carefully, making tsk-tsk sounds and sighing for a long time.

"The artistry of this painting is really good, and it is full of moral charm. It shows people the cruelty of the eighteen levels of hell and persuades people to do good. It is very valuable for collection. I wonder how much the young man spent on it?"

"One hundred and sixty thousand!" Jiang Ge's heart moved, knowing that the old man was tempted.

"Well, how about I buy it for five hundred thousand and transfer it to me? I really like it and want to put it in my museum." The old man was a little embarrassed and looked at Jiang Ge with hope.

"Sorry, I won't sell this painting."

Jiang Ge refused directly. He planned to put this painting in his own shop for sale. Although these religious antiques are not as valuable as famous antiques, they can still be sold at high prices if they meet someone who likes them.
Chapter completed!