Chapter 227: The Treasure of the Stall

Chapter 227: The Treasure of the Stall

Chapter 227: The Treasure of the Stall
The stall owner's name is Yang Bing.

His academic performance was not ideal, so he dropped out of school after graduating from junior high school in 1995. He followed his father's example and set up a stall to sell antiques in places with many tourists.

I just make a little money to support my family from tourists and those who think they can get rich by picking up bargains.

I have only heard of stories about getting rich overnight, but I have never encountered one.

The stall owner next door sold a plastic "Imperial Seal" for 280 yuan. Yang Bing was a little envious of him, thinking that he could make at least 260 yuan from this order.

When purchasing wholesale, he also saw the same type of "Imperial Seal".

I thought this thing was really stupid and would definitely not sell. It would also be tiring to move it around every day, so I didn't buy any.

Who would have thought.

There actually was a sucker who liked this, which made Yang Bing regret it badly.

then.

The stall owner next door had an argument with the buyer over a counterfeit 50-yuan bill, and he asked the buyer to pay 50 yuan instead, and the matter was over.

But the seller refused to admit that he had given counterfeit money, and kept arguing with me, and even hit me.

Just a small problem.

If given the chance, Yang Bing would also like to be slapped twice, as it would make money much faster than setting up a stall.

Who would have thought that good news would come out of nowhere.

While he was busy watching the fun, someone stepped on his stall and broke a "Ming Blue and White Moon-shaped Vase" with a wholesale price of 60 yuan.

After a brief moment of confusion, Yang Bing immediately became excited and shouted "Pay me money!" without even thinking.

Only after he finished shouting did he recognize Fan Wumian.

The stall is set up here all day long, and tourists often come here to visit the door of "Fan Wumian Studio".

All the stall owners nearby know him and often mention him when chatting, envying how rich others are.

After he shouted for compensation of 20.

Yang Bing himself felt that this matter was not easy to handle.

It's okay to mess with ordinary people, but when facing a "big shot" like Fan Wumian, you can only make a little money at most. If you make things worse, you might get into trouble for blackmail.

therefore.

Yang Bing quickly made a decision, cut himself with a knife and said:
"Oh, it turns out to be a big star from Hong Kong City!"

"Since we are fellow Hong Kongers, I won't play tricks on you. The broken bottle is worthless, just give me 500 yuan. But let's be honest, you stepped on a real treasure!"

"The cloth under your feet is Emperor Qianlong's shroud. My father spent 6 yuan to get it back. Now there are many footprints on it, and its appearance has been damaged. I have to pay at least 5000 yuan. Everyone is watching, and I have to admit this."

Everyone was just watching the fun.

They discovered that there was something new and exciting to watch, which instantly attracted their attention.

Many people recognized Fan Wumian and immediately felt that the madman who called himself "I" was not as interesting as the new excitement here, so they couldn't wait to find a good position and surrounded them.

Zhuang Muxi hadn't figured out the situation yet and had a confused expression on her face.

Hearing the word "shroud", Fan Wumian felt unlucky and immediately moved his feet away, reluctantly admitting defeat and saying:

"I broke the modern handicraft, I admit it, but I have to pay 5000 yuan for this piece of rag. Isn't it a bit expensive?"

Hear this.

An old man wearing a red armband read it carefully and decisively chimed in:

"It's just a rag. I go back and forth so many times every day. Young man, you put it here last year. Now we need to be civilized, set a new trend, and prepare for the Olympics. If even the stars are cheated, who will dare to come to our Yanjing for tourism in the future? Don't you agree?"

"Correct!"

“It’s too expensive!”

“Fan Wumian! Oh my God! It’s really him! Aaaaaaah!”

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The locals in Yanjing all know to stay away from these street stalls, in case they get bumped into anything, it would be hard to explain.

Yang Bing originally thought he had a chance to play the victim, but he didn't expect that the onlookers would instantly side with Fan Wumian.

There was also an old man who spoke in a sarcastic tone, saying that the real good stuff was all in the shops in Liulichang and Panjiayuan, and that the stalls were all trying to scam tourists. This time he had finally seized the opportunity to rip people off.

I was so angry after hearing that.

Yang Bing grabbed the "rag" and stood up. He shook it off and unfolded it, only to see that it was actually a monk's robe. He introduced it righteously and sternly:
"It's true that the other items are cheap, but this cassock is the most valuable item in my stall!"

"When Sun Dianying excavated the tombs of Cixi and Qianlong, he threw this shroud aside. Then Puyi sent people to clean it up. Someone picked it up and passed it down in their family until the year before last. Then they sold it to my father!"

"Smell it, it still has the stench of Emperor Qianlong's corpse on it! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

Having said that, Yang Bing actually didn't dare to believe it completely. He felt that his old man had been deceived by the story made up by the seller.

However, his father did spend 3350 yuan to buy the robe, and it has been in his hands for more than a year, and he has not been able to sell it no matter what.

Colleagues in the industry were also not optimistic, thinking that the item looked too new and did not look like a shroud that had once been used for burial. It would be difficult to sell it at a low price, even at a loss.

Seeing her idol in trouble, a certain female fan could not wait to help Fan Wumian and asked:
"The stick I hold to string the candied haws in my hand is also the toothpick that Cixi used to pick her teeth. Why don't you say that this cassock was also used by Tang Monk, who wore it to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"

As soon as this was said, everyone laughed.

Yang Bing was almost fainted from anger. Seeing that Fan Wumian's side had more people, he actually waved and called the police to come over to help judge the case.

When they saw Fan Wumian, the two patrolmen who had just been busy mediating were very enthusiastic and shook hands with him. Then they questioned Yang Bing and asked him what evidence he had. He said that the robe was worth 6 yuan and mentioned that extortion was a crime and the law was more important than the rules.

Upon hearing this, Yang Bing became a little scared and started talking about the broken bottle again.

The crowd was in a mess. It can only be said that in this era, the locals are still relatively enthusiastic, and the reputation of these stall owners is indeed not very good.

After the introduction by stall owner Yang Bing, Fan Wumian remembered an article he had read on a public account.

There were not many examples of big bargains that he was aware of, and one of them was a Qianlong shroud with scripture inscriptions.

It seems that an old man hid Emperor Qianlong's shroud in something, but later generations didn't know about it. Someone picked up the epic bargain at a low price at an auction and eventually sold it for 1.3 million RMB.

Just a slight impression.

Fan Wumian didn't dare to be sure that it was true, and he didn't think it could be such a coincidence.

With the idea of ​​spending a little money to have some fun, he interrupted the patrolman's mediation and said:
"It was indeed me who broke the item. I will buy the robe for 5000 yuan, and I will pay 5 yuan for the bottle. Is that all right?"

After Fan Wumian finished speaking, the old man wearing the red armband became unhappy. Risking offending others, he reminded:

"Young man, this stall owner is trying to rip you off. I don't see how this thing can be worth 5000 yuan. At Panjiayuan, it's only 50 yuan a piece at most. They have as much as you want."

This made Yang Bing very angry.

However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't go against the money. Fearing that someone would cause trouble, Yang Bing nodded without saying anything:

"Okay, since you're a nice person, Mr. Fan, I'll do as you say."

He thought Fan Wumian didn't need this little money.

Thinking of spending money to ward off disaster and have peace and quiet.

The patrolman originally wanted to persuade Fan Wumian not to act on impulse.

Then I thought again, Fan Wumian bought several large houses near Houhai, and he probably didn't care about these few thousand dollars at all.

Since both parties have agreed, there is no need to discuss it further.

At Fan Wumian's suggestion, a mediation certificate was issued, in which the money and the robes were handed over in one hand, and the money and goods were settled, and no further pursuit would be allowed.

By the time the reporters received the news and rushed over, Fan Wumian had already left in a car.

This made them so regretful that they nearly broke their thighs. They could only learn the general process of the whole incident from the stall owner Yang Bing and other people. They couldn't wait to go back and write an article to be published in today's evening paper.

the other side.

Fan Wumian took the bus home.

Zhuang Muxi looked at the black plastic bag at his feet and asked:

"The shroud, it sounds very unlucky. Why are you carrying it with you? Are you really going to keep it at home?"

Fan Wumian replied:

"I also feel it's unlucky, so I don't even want to touch it."

Pu Jiajing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said with a firm tone:
"That stall owner just saw that you are rich and took advantage of you. Boss, you are too easy to talk to. I think the most you should pay is two or three hundred yuan."

Not knowing how to explain, Fan Wumian just replied:

"I'm such a big shot, it would be embarrassing if I quarreled in the street. I'd better do a good deed today. You've heard of the story of a blessing in disguise, right? Maybe losing money can avoid disaster."

Zhuang Muxi felt really uncomfortable and asked again: "So what are you going to do with it? Throw it away?"

"Go back and find someone to study it. If it's really useless, just throw it in the trash."

Ever since he watched "Criminal Minds", in which there was a scene where people were used to grow mushrooms, Fan Wumian has developed a psychological trauma about decay.

Since it might indeed be Emperor Qianlong's shroud, he didn't want to touch it.

I went home, picked up the plastic bag and threw the robe directly into the corner.

Then he immediately started to ask people, and asked Gangzi, the owner of Deyunshe, who had a wide network of contacts, to find a few experts from Panjiayuan to come and help.

Tsunako was confused.

He happened to be near the overpass and knew many experts who set up stalls in Panjiayuan. More than an hour later, he appeared at the door of Fan Wumian's house with his people.

Tsunako smiled widely, and since it was a rare opportunity to help, she said:
"Mr. Fan, where is the thing that needs to be identified?"

"If someone likes this, it must be a treasure. I just told Master Qian of Liuxiazhai and Master Song of Sifangzhai about it, and they were all very happy."

"As a collector's appraiser, I love appreciating treasures the most."

Pointing casually at the corner, Fan Wumian said with a smile:
"It's in this bag. I was scammed in Nanluoguxiang today. They told me it was Emperor Qianlong's shroud, and I accidentally stepped on it. I spent 5000 yuan to settle the matter. Please make the trip. I'll have someone prepare a red envelope. I think it should be of some age, so I want you to take a look."

Hear the words.

Several old masters looked at each other in amazement, feeling that their previous happiness had been in vain.

However, Fan Wumian was very sensible and took the initiative to offer a red envelope, so it was not a wasted trip.

Master Qian of Liuxiazhai continued:

"Wow, that's really unlucky. There's nothing good in Nanluoguxiang. I guess I got ripped off. I heard that the main beam of Mr. Fan's house is also made of a whole piece of golden nanmu? Before entering, I looked at the garage door, it was all golden nanmu, really impressive."

Tsunako joked:
"Mr. Fan, please be careful."

"Master Qian, I was almost hugging your garage door and licking it a few times."

"If the garage door was stolen these days, you can tell without a doubt that it was Master Qian who took it back to the shop and used it to make beads for ornamental bracelets."

(End of this chapter)