Chapter 5 In the Ghost Market that Has Changed

When night fell, Song Yun took a hot bath in a hotel room next to the antique market one day and came out wearing shorts.

"Cool!"

"It's so cool!"

Song Yun let out a sigh of relief. He came to Ninghua City for three months. Every day he did physical work, and he was sweating. One night, I used the green faucet to simply take a shower and wash my clothes. I made 150,000 yuan by picking up leaks. It was a luxury. I booked a room in a chain hotel one day, and took a hot shower for more than an hour. , the fatigue of the whole body disappeared immediately.

Song Yun walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out. From the height of the seventh floor, there was not much night view, but it was still brightly lit and prosperous.

"It feels good to have money in your pocket!"

Song Yun couldn't help but sigh that he was working odd jobs before, and he was exhausted every day. In order to fill his stomach, he was restless, and he didn't have time to enjoy the surrounding night scene at all.

Song Yun thought for a while, put on his clothes, went out for a walk, walked around a few times, found a small restaurant, ordered five dishes and one soup, and ate a hard meal before going back to his room and going back to sleep. It's already there tomorrow. The plan, despite the ability, despite having 150,000, is not the end. The next goal is to buy a house in this city. This is the kind that takes root and must continue to work hard and work hard.

At three o'clock in the morning, Song Yun woke up, briefly washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to the room with his old canvas bag and went directly to the antique market.

The boutique antique store will naturally not open at this time, that is after nine o'clock.

Song Yun's goal was the antique market, especially the antique stalls. Yesterday, it was clear that there would be a ghost market opening at four in the morning.

The ghost market is a unique form of trading market in the collection world. In ancient times, many tomb robbers or antiques of unknown origin could not be sold in antique shops in an open and honest way, and they could only be sold while the sky was dark. When it is time to find a remote place to sell it, it will form a small-scale market-like thing over time, because it is still early, and the appearance of both sides of the education can not be seen clearly, giving the impression that it is a group of ghosts buying and selling things. So people call such a place a ghost market. It has developed to this day. The ghost market has long been different from before. It is a normal place to buy and sell antiques. The only thing that remains is the time. .

Song Yun turned around a few times, and soon arrived at the ghost market of the antique market. He looked forward, good guy, there were stalls next to each other in an area of ​​more than 5,000 square meters. It was full, everyone had a small flashlight in their hands, beams of light were shooting everywhere, and there were even many foreigners.

"It seems that the ghost city has become a tourist attraction!"

Song Yun shook his head, sighed, and squeezed into the crowd. He didn't come here to play, his goal was very clear, just to see if he could catch the leak.

Song Yun stared at the small stalls on both sides as he walked. After more than an hour, he looked at hundreds of stalls and found nothing.

Song Yun wiped off his sweat and looked up at the sky. The sky was already getting brighter.

Song Yun shook his head. The ghost market is a mixed bag, basically all fakes. Finding one is really like looking for a needle in a haystack. At first, he thought it would be as simple as drinking water to find a leak, but now it doesn't seem to be the case at all. Still sad to go to the sky, there is nothing good in the stall at all, even if I can see through the earth, I can't.

"Song Yun!"

Just as Song Yun was about to go to the next small street, a familiar voice came from behind him, and when he looked back, it was Tang Miaomiao.

"Miss Tang, why are you here too?"

Song Yun walked over with a smile.

"Come and walk around."

Tang Miaomiao said with a smile.

"I'm idle, I'm idle, I'll come around and think about whether I'll gain anything. The reality is too skinny. I've been around for more than an hour and I haven't found anything at all."

Song Yun helplessly spread his hands.

Tang Miaomiao knew that Song Yun must be trying to pick up leaks.

"Song Yun, the ghost market now is no longer the ghost market it used to be. It has long since changed its flavor."

"I won't talk about the ghost market in ancient times, it was full of good things. The ghost market 20 years ago or even 10 years ago was not bad. As long as you have good eyesight, you can still find good things every three to five years. Now it's not good, basically They are all handicrafts or fake things, and if you can encounter a high-quality imitation, it is already burning high incense.”

Tang Miaomiao couldn't help but start criticizing.

"Twenty years ago, antique collecting was just emerging. It was a golden age. As long as you have money, you can almost get good things. Now it's different. If you have money, you can't get good things. Everyone is not a fool. Waiting for the appreciation in value, the key is that now everyone has money or there are too many rich people, and the prices of antiques are so high that they can’t be bought at all.”

"A place like the ghost market is full of fake things, and they are also very expensive. Song Yun, don't wander around in this kind of place. Occasionally there is one or two pieces, and the stall owner will also charge a high price. These small stalls have very poisonous eyes, and they are very observant. It is almost impossible to pick them up!"

Song Yun thought for a while and found that what Tang Miaomiao said was very reasonable.