Chapter 46: Selling Again
Zhang Dadao didn't know much about cars, but the shabby car that Wu Datou drove was much more uncomfortable to sit in than Zheng Wen's Geely. Fortunately, Zhang Dadao always brought the stolen futon with him wherever he went, so he didn't feel uncomfortable using it as a cushion. Wu Datou drove the car all the way and explained to Zhang Dadao where they were going.
Zhang Dadao didn't hear a word of these things. However, the antiques in the car aroused Zhang Dadao's interest. Wu Datou was introducing the Wu residence that they were going to visit first, and was about to continue introducing the situation of Erbai Da, when Zhang Dadao picked up a blue and white jar and interrupted directly:
"These things are all fake, right? Where did you get them from?"
Wu Datou was stunned, glanced at the things Zhang Dadao took out, and nodded: "Jingdezhen, that place is also shady, the price of high-quality imitation goods is not low! But you don't need the best ones to set up a stall, most of them are rubbish. Even if there are real ones, they can't be sold at a high price!"
Zhang Dadao studied the high-end and low-end imitations for a while, then nodded and said, "Let me show you my ability. I can sell dog urine moss to you at the price of ginseng! It's a pity that the heat of these things hasn't faded yet. You guys should bury them in the toilet for a few days! Otherwise, sell them as Yuan blue and white porcelain!"
Wu Datou shuddered, smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Uncle, don't make a fuss, we are just going to check the market. We don't rely on these to make a fortune, how can Brother Long have good goods! We are not locals, if we cheat some powerful people, I can't bear to be beaten!"
Zhang Dadao threw the can aside in a somewhat bored manner, his movements were very rough, and Wu Datou shuddered again. Although this thing was fake, it still cost several hundred dollars, and Wu Datou, who was used to being poor, felt very distressed.
The journey was uneventful, and they soon arrived at Wuzhai Antique Market. When the two got off the car, Wu Datou explained to Zhang Dadao, "There are only shops with fronts in Wuzhai, and stalls are not allowed. There are more real things here, but they are not good. The prices are not that high. If you want to talk about antique markets, it has to be Beijing's Liulichang. Every day you can hear about people getting rich by picking up bargains, and people going bankrupt by losing money."
In fact, Wu Datou only learned these things from novels. He had never even crossed the Yellow River, let alone Beijing.
Zhang Dadao nodded without comment, and followed Wu Datou into a building with white walls and black tiles. The Wuzhai Antique Market was actually a renovated Ming and Qing Dynasty building. Zhang Dadao followed Wu Datou and said, "This place is called Wuzhai? It's a big house. Your last name is Wu too? Is it your relative's house?"
Wu Datou was amused and said, "The last owner of this place was also surnamed Wu. I would like to be related to his family. He should know me, right?"
The Wu residence was ancient and quaint, and the transformation into an antique market added a bit of cultural atmosphere. However, it was still a working day, and there were few people in the market, and many shops were closed. Zhang Dadao saw a few shops that were open, selling antique porcelain, wood carvings and other things. Wu Datou went into a few shops and chatted with the bosses. Zhang Dadao did not move, but observed the style of the building.
Zhang Dadao looked at it for a long time, nodding his head from time to time, as if he had gained something. Just when he was watching with great interest, someone suddenly pushed him from behind. He turned around and saw that Wu Datou had come out. Curiously, he asked him, "Brother Zhang? What have you figured out? How's the Feng Shui of this place?"
Among Brother Long's group, Wu Datou is the youngest. Although he looks quite old, he actually looks old. He is actually one year younger than Zheng Wen. In terms of seniority, he is Brother Long's nephew. He has the lowest status among the group. But he is smart. He usually does the work of gathering information and negotiating prices.
"Feng Shui? Who knows Feng Shui? Why would I work if no one pays me? I'll just study ancient buildings! I've also studied Liang Sicheng's books." Zhang Dadao said proudly.
Wu Datou was stunned and asked carefully: "This person also knows about architecture? I just know that his wife is good-looking, isn't that right? Didn't Brother Wen say that you studied medicine?"
Zhang Dadao curled his lips and said with some advice: "It's always good to have many skills when you are in the world! You don't even know this? Lin Huiyin is good-looking, but unfortunately she is a green tea." Zhang Dadao learned the word "green tea" on the spot and applied it to the talented woman of the Republic of China, who he had just learned yesterday.
Wu Datou was stunned, touched his head and asked, "Lin Huiyin? Isn't the surname of Sicheng's wife Tong?"
"Haha!" A sudden burst of laughter startled Zhang Dadao and Wu Datou. They turned around and saw a young man approaching them. The guy laughed for a while, pointed at Zhang Dadao and said, "Brother, you and he are not talking about the same thing! Your friend is really illiterate! Can't you tell the difference between Liang Sicheng and Chen Sicheng?"
Zhang Dadao was stunned, wondering where this Chen Sicheng came from, how could he be compared with Liang Sicheng, and also have a good-looking wife? Zhang Dadao began to mobilize his memory, and Wu Datou was angry. He glared at the man and said, "Who are you? Why are you interrupting my brother? You are the only one who is educated, right? You are the only one who knows what Sicheng is, right?"
The young man had a good personality, perhaps he didn't care about Wu Datou at all. Just by looking at him, he was about 27 or 28 years old, 1.8 meters tall, well-proportioned and strong. Compared with Wu Datou, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, he was not on the same level at all. Even if Zhang Dadao, who was 1.75 meters tall, was included, they were still no match for the young man.
It was easy to tell that Wu Datou was a coward. Although he shouted fiercely, he was slightly retreating. The young man didn't care and waved his hand, saying, "It's just a joke. Don't worry about it! Seeing that the little brother is dressed in ancient style, he must be a collector. I am from Nanjing, and my name is Zhang Shengyan."
When Wu Datou saw that this guy didn't come to attack, he narrowed his eyes and whispered, "You're from Nanjing? Why are you coming to Hangzhou?"
"Let's take a look! You know what, this Wu residence is far inferior to our Confucius Temple!" Zhang Shengyan said arrogantly . As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Dadao next to him, as if he was quite curious about Zhang Dadao's Taoist attire.
Zhang Dadao raised his eyelids when he heard about Confucius Temple. Laobangzi opened a shop in Confucius Temple in Nanjing. Zhang Dadao narrowed his eyes and approached to ask, "Sir? I see you seem to be looking for something this time? Well, you don't look good, I'm afraid this trip is in vain. I'm a professional face reader, bone reader, fortune teller and disaster relief expert. How about you apply for a card? You can get a discount?"
As soon as Zhang Dadao took one look at this guy, he knew he was a rich man, and immediately his old habit came back and he started selling his products with all his might.
Wu Datou looked confused, and Zhang Shengyan opened his mouth wide, with a ridiculous and inexplicable look in his eyes. He shook his head and turned to leave. The moment he turned around, three deep voices came out: "Psycho!"
