Chen Jingzhi listened to the old man being whispered, but he didn't answer a single word at all. These words were all unnutritious. The stall owners of this kind of goods basically had the same set of rhetoric. If you wander around here for a day, you can learn it all by yourself.

However, the things on this stall are still a bit of goods, such as those copper coins and some old things, which should have come from around the late Qing Dynasty. The time is a bit close, so it is not worth a lot of money, and it is only a few thousand yuan. Even if you succeed, you can't make much money.

Just when Chen Jingzhi felt that there was nothing to pick up, he saw a teapot with a broken handle in a pile of groceries, the size of a palm, and the texture looked very old, but the handles were all broken.

"Uncle, how did this sell?" Chen Jingzhi reached out and picked up the broken pot, looked at it and asked casually.

When the old man saw him reaching out to grab the thing, his expression was plain, but based on his experience in doing this, he knew that the other party was moved, so his eyes were a little shiny and spitting out stars and said, "Wow, this thing? Although it is a residual product, its origin is not simple. It was dug out of the pit. If I was not wrong, it should be a fine product of Northern Song Purple Clay. The only drawback is that the pot handle is broken."

Chen Jingzhi carefully looked at the place where the broken hand was cut, frowned and asked, "Tell me the price, let me listen, but I will mention it to you in advance that this thing is definitely not from the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, the purple clay of the Northern Song Dynasty was not available. If it was too late, it would be good to reach the Ming Dynasty."

The old man immediately smashed his mouth and knew that he had met an expert with vision. He sneered and then snatched his eyes and thought, "You give it 850%. I won't fool you if you know you know what you can. This price must be real."

"Two hundred, the most," Chen Jingzhi weighed it a few times, looked at the old man and smiled, "I can only pick up this guy, I can take it up and see it. If you change someone, you may not even touch it. You can finally get a customer, but don't miss it."

The old man bared his teeth and said in embarrassment: "Your price is a bit low. You can't do anything for 200 yuan. You can add it..."

"One hundred and eight, I will turn around and leave"

The old man sighed immediately and said in a hurry: "You are so terrible. How could you press down like this? Yes, anyway, it's just a remnant product. If you take it away, don't tell me."

Chen Jingzhi put away the purple clay teapot and took out 200 yuan from his pocket and handed it over. After taking the money, the old man asked in confusion: "Brother, I'll ask too much. This pot is so broken. What's the use if you take it? Or is it that this thing has its origin, I didn't see it."

Chen Jingzhi said: "It's useless in your hands, it's still useful in my place. As for the details, don't inquire about it. I'm afraid that you will get angry if you know it."

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and vaguely realized that the other party had something to say. No one in this world would do a business that would lose money. He knew it was a broken product, so how could he have no content?

"Uncle, I'll ask too much, which antique shop is the biggest on Dongtai Road?"

"Dimenwise, Qibaolou, a time-honored brand in Shanghai, and there are many branches in other places. They not only make antiques, but also make jewelry and so on."

Chen Jingzhi looked back and found a three-story antique building diagonally opposite. There was a big sign hanging on the top, which looked quite magnificent and jewel-like. I think the scale is indeed quite large.

"Thank you, see you when you have time." Chen Jingzhi nodded, took two steps and paused, then turned his head to look at the old man who set up a stall and said, "You are not young anymore, so don't do the job of digging pits and digging graves. The yin energy in the pit is too heavy to damage your life, and future generations are also easily implicated by you. If you don't work, just wash your hands!"

Chen Jingzhi left after saying that, but the old man looked at his back with a shocked look on his face, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Where did you reveal it?" the old man muttered suspiciously, his heart thumped.

Chen Jingzhi just pointed out his words and directly pointed out the old man's identity. To put it nicely, the job he did was called the trooper of the gold robber, but it was actually a tomb robber. About half of the things he placed on the ground were dug out of a small tomb a year ago.

The old man didn't expect that Chen Jingzhi would cut off his identity in just a few glances. If he was stabbed out, it would be enough for him to squat for several years. If he dig out all the things he had done in his first half of his life, he could be pulled out and shot for half an hour.

The old man hesitated and looked at Chen Jingzhi who had walked away in surprise. After turning his eyes for several times, he quickly put away everything on the ground and then quickly left Dongtai Road.

Qi Baolou, Chen Jingzhi walked in and stood at the door of the door and greeted him, saying politely: "Welcome, sir, do you need anything?"

Chen Jingzhi took out the broken purple clay teapot and said, "Send it, please find someone to see what the price is worth..."

Chen Jingzhi mainly relies on two points to find a bargain. The first is to make a conclusion based on experience. After spending more than ten years in the palace with a group of top national identification experts, his eyesight is definitely very stable.

But Chen Jingzhi had a more sure way. He died at birth. The old man Chen Daolin forced him back from the underworld and sealed his three souls and seven spirits, which led to Chen Jingzhi's eyes and innate yin and yang eyes.

The purple clay teapot was filled with a faint dying aura, and it was obvious that it was something that came out of the tomb, so he could see it at a glance.

The same is true for the old man who set up a stall. His whole body was filled with yin energy, and the seal hall was even darker and a bit scary. Such people were either executioners in ancient times or specializing in tomb robbers. The breath on the other party could not be washed away no matter how hard they were, it was just like being branded.

When the waiter at Qi Baolou saw that Chen Jingzhi was about to ship the goods, he led him to the second floor to the appraisal place. Large antique stores like this not only sell and receive goods, but also equipped with special appraisal experts.

Chen Jingzhi placed the purple clay pot on the table in a private room. Not long after, a middle-aged man in his forties came over. He looked down at the first glance and saw the broken handle on the pot. Then he looked at the quality and said, "We won't accept this kind of residue, so sorry, sir."

Chen Jingzhi smiled and said softly: "Don't worry about it first, let's take a look carefully. If you can't understand, just change to an expert who knows pots..."

The other party was stunned when he heard what he said. He took the purple clay teapot suspiciously and looked carefully for a while. He still shook his head and said, "Sorry, I really didn't see what value this residual product has, although it seems to be a bit of the age thing."
Chapter completed!