Chapter 167 Selling Real Goods in the Fake Goods Market

Although the middle-aged man in front of him looked very similar to Master Bi, he was wearing a mask after all, so Zhang Yang couldn't confirm it completely.

unless……

Zhang Yang suddenly thought of a detail that Li Zi had mentioned before.

Then give it a try.

Anyway, I covered myself very tightly, so people who are not very familiar with me probably wouldn't be able to recognize me.

Just at this time, seven or eight old men and women came over in a group, looking around as they walked. Basically, wherever they walked, the sidewalk was blocked.

Seeing them approaching, Zhang Yang quickly pulled up his mask, walked over, and tried to blend in...

At this moment.

In front of a street stall filled with stone carvings, Master Bi was still communicating attentively with the stall owner.

Lao Deng is a well-known figure in Hong Kong's antique circle. Although he has poor hands-on skills, he has been active in the circle for so long that his appreciation level is acceptable.

So when he went to the carving factory to take over, he saw the relief mural that imitated the Han Dynasty after Zhang Yang modified it, and immediately realized:
problem occurs!
This Master Zhang’s skills are quite high.

There are the samples he made there, and it is still the same as before. If you buy the relief online, it may be difficult to fool people.

Things have to be treated according to antique standards.

However, Master Bi was not panicked and even wanted to increase his holdings.

Originally, only eight relief paintings were needed, but in order to show his ability, Li Laoer proposed to increase the number.

Master Bi agreed immediately and said:
Don't worry, I'll do the job!
Because he had already known about this underground trade fair long before he went north.

In fact, he was one of the earliest organizers of this fake antique event.

It was just that because the leader had been in jail before, he shifted the focus of his work to Feng Shui in order to make a living.

Now that Lao Da is back, he naturally comes back too.

"Dad, can't you carve this? Don't tease me." Master Bi questioned the stall owner in front of him.

We are all old acquaintances, so we are not so polite when speaking.

"It's not that I can't carve it, it's that I don't want to take your job because it's not cost-effective."

"Old Bi, to tell you the truth, to make a relief like the one in your photo, it would take my apprentice and I a week to do it. Can you guess how much we get paid a week?"

"How can I guess? Just tell me directly!"

"The friendly price is 20,000, which does not include the cost of materials. Do you think it's a good deal? Even if you think it's a good deal, I think it's too tiring and not worth it."

Not only did my father say both positive and negative things, he also said that he had retired, was no longer familiar with his work, and did not want to earn any money.

Twenty thousand? Is it that expensive?
Master Bi touched his chin, a little hesitant.

If one relief sculpture cost so much money, he promised Li Laoer that he would cover the walls of the tomb with relief sculptures, which would cost a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one pieces.

If you include the cost of materials, wouldn’t that be nearly two million?

Add to that the cost of aging, wow, I’m not making any money!

"Help me think of a solution, old Dou, no, brother Dou!"

Master Bi had no choice but to pester the stall owner and say:

"We have known each other for more than ten years. This time I am in trouble and I need your help. You can't just stand by and watch me die, right?"

"Bullshit, are you going to kill yourself? It's just a relief. If you don't like it, just go buy the real thing. There are reliefs from the Han Dynasty."

"Hiss—are you buying the real thing?"

Master Bi scratched his head and began to think about the feasibility of this method.

Suddenly, he felt someone pulling his head, followed by a chill.

Reach out and touch it.

Hmm? Where's my wig?

He turned around suddenly and found that there were passers-by behind him, and his wig had fallen to the ground.

I was almost stepped on by a passerby.

"Hahahaha, Lao Bi, are you so bald now?" The old man opposite slapped his thigh and laughed. "Who did it? Not even an apology." Master Bi muttered, picked up the wig depressedly and put it back.

Zhang Yang, who did this bad thing, had already walked away into the crowd.

He had just eavesdropped for a while from behind, and while Master Bi was in a daze, he took him down with his quick eyes and hands.

It was exactly as Li Zi said.

The surname is Bi, he is bald, wears a wig, speaks with a Cantonese accent, and buys relief sculptures...

It’s Master Bi himself.

Even if his parents had another child, he wouldn't look like this. He is absolutely unique.

"I didn't expect he couldn't carve. He actually subcontracted the work like I did before?"

"But seeing how he frowned and looked troubled, it seems that things are not going well."

Zhang Yang stood there and watched silently for a while. Seeing Master Bi move, he quickly and quietly followed him.

If they were in another place, such as the Qingzhou Antique Market, he would not bother to follow because he believed that it would be difficult for the other party to find someone with the same carving skills as himself.

But today's occasion is not ordinary.

If there really is that old monster, follow him and take a look, at least you can know yourself and the enemy.

……

Following Master Bi in this temporary market, we wandered around for a long time and finally arrived at another stall selling stone carvings.

The stall was located in a relatively open area, so Zhang Yang couldn't get too close and could only watch from a distance.

While Master Bi was talking to the stall owner, Zhang Yang's eyes fell on the stone carvings on the stall.

The things sold at this stall are a bit strange.

The stone sculptures sold by the boss just now were all ornaments such as Buddha statues and flower pots, but what this store sells are only stone lions.

There are large and small ones, and the aging is very high quality.

Just like the old stuff.

No, it's just an old thing!
Zhang Yang rubbed his eyes and confirmed again and again that he was not seeing things.

Most of the stone lions in front of us are decorations in the middle of ancient handrails and railings and on the top of pillars.

It looked as if it had been sawn directly off the baluster.

Looking from far away, Zhang Yang had already seen several stone lions from the Southern Song Dynasty.

It's obvious that some cultural relic or historic site has been damaged!

"It seems that my previous feeling was correct. In this kind of occasion where fake goods are sold, there will definitely be people who take the opportunity to sell the stolen goods."

“There is no more covert and safer way than selling real goods among the fake stalls.”

Zhang Yang was a little hesitant as he looked at so many antiques, wondering whether he should take photos as evidence.

After thinking about it carefully, I decided to give up.

No rush, this exhibition will last for three whole days. The most urgent task today is to arrest Master Bi.

After waiting for a while, a young man came to the stall. They talked for half a minute, and then Master Bi followed the young man away.

And went directly to the hotel.

This……

Zhang Yang can't follow.

He hesitated for a moment, walked towards the stall, and asked directly:
“Do you sell relief sculptures here?”

"You want to buy reliefs, too? Do you want ones from the Han Dynasty?"

"Han Dynasty? No, no, no, I want the Song Dynasty first. Of course, if that doesn't work, the Han Dynasty is also acceptable."

“There are some from the Song Dynasty, too.”

The stall owner handed over a stool:
"Come, sit down for a while. My friend will come over and take you to the room to see the goods."

(End of this chapter)